June quickly entered June. On the 9th, Chairman Jiang did a very controversial thing: In order to prevent the Japanese army from advancing westward, he adopted the method of "using water instead of soldiers" and ordered the Huayuankou, the ferry on the south bank of the Yellow River, located 17 kilometers north of Zhengzhou, to break the dam and divert the route, forming a large area of ​​yellow flood. The day after the dam was broken, heavy rain fell from the middle and upper reaches of the Yellow River, and the water volume further expanded. The flooded Yellow River water did indeed delay the Japanese army's southward progress, and on the other hand

It also caused disasters to the people of Henan, Anhui and Jiangsu provinces. According to statistics, as many as 890,000 people drowned and starved to death at that time, about three times that of the Nanjing Massacre. A total of 44 counties and cities in Henan, Anhui and Jiangsu were flooded, with a disaster area of ​​29,000 square kilometers, a disaster-affected population of more than 10 million, and nearly 20 million acres of arable land were flooded. Wherever the yellow water went, houses collapsed and hungry people were everywhere. According to the information disclosed by both sides later, the Japanese army only lost 7,000 to 20,000 people.

After the flood, the Central News Agency sent the first telegram from Zhengzhou, reporting on the situation where the Japanese army exploded the Yellow River embankment. After that, news media across the country and the world unanimously attacked the Japanese army's brutality. Although the Japanese army rarely told the truth in their own news media, no one listened to them.

The weather was getting hotter and people changed into thin clothes. Looking at the strong figures of the boys in the village and their arms and legs like firewood sticks, Zhang Zhenhua was depressed. And Gouwa finally had the same capital to compare Huawa.

It’s not that Zhang Zhenhua doesn’t want to have a good body, but he is really lazy and cannot endure hardship. It has been a miracle for him to live in this place with little oil, meat and electricity for several months. The reason for him to instigate his father to raise this and that is nothing more than to make himself live a better life. Now rabbit breeding has entered the track of healthy development. In addition to Luojiaping Village, several nearby villages and towns have also joined in. In addition to accidents or normal deaths, the fish fry in the cage is also growing well.

Recently, three technicians were sent to the district, and Zhang Sheng's workload has finally been reduced a bit. Fang Dongmei, in addition to doing translation, also has to work part-time on the broadcasting work of Yan'an Radio Station. Of course, the content of the broadcast is nothing more than frontline and border news. At most, a few anti-Japanese songs are played. In any case, Zhang Zhenhua's comments with only four words sounded "very boring". For this reason, he also talked to her mother once and asked her to add some fresh content, such as crosstalk, storytelling, etc., but Fang Dongmei grabbed her ear and scolded her for a long time.

In this era, some places in Yan'an were still very open. For example, at the Border Region General Hospital, Zhang Zhenhua had seen a foreign doctor with big nose and green eyes more than once. In addition to the famous Dr. Bethune, he also saw the most, speaking half-baked Shaanxi dialect or Mandarin to treat people. Qiao Jiren told him that the man was Ma Haide, an Arab-American, and his original name was George Heidham, graduated from the University of North Carolina, and a Ph.D. in medicine from the University of Geneva. He has been here since he arrived in northern Shaanxi in June 1936 and joined our party in February last year.

Listening to other people's deeds, Zhang Zhenhua suddenly remembered what Chairman Mao said later: "What kind of spirit is this? This is the spirit of internationalism." Looking at other people's moral integrity, then compare his own, thinking about whether to improve it? Well... let it go. It's already quite good.

On the other side of the river, Qiaoergou, not far from Luojiaping, there is a large Gothic Catholic church. It was the only pure Western-style building in Yan'an at that time. When I first arrived, Zhang Zhenhua would often cross the river with his friends to go there. But now it is not allowed to go there anyway, because this church and dozens of caves next to it have become the location of Lu Xun Academy of Art. But this is not a problem for them. With their small body and cute face, they can always trick the guards into getting in, or listen to the singing and singing in a distance.

On that day, the little guys deceived the guards and lay outside the church window to watch the rehearsal of the program. On the stage inside, they rehearsed a modern Peking Opera. "On the Songhua River" adapted from the traditional play "Fishing and Killing the Family", which tells the story of fishermen on the Songhua River in Northeast China fighting against Japan and traitors. If you look at it from the perspective of later generations, this is simply a thunder drama, and even from the perspective of Zhang Zhenhua, the actors in the play are completely at the level of fans. However, others are interested in watching it.

"What are you doing here?" A stern voice came from behind. "Run!" Gouwa gave the order, and the little guys ran away. Zhang Zhenhua pulled Xiuxiu and ran the slowest. "Oh." Xiuxiu fell down and just pulled her up. Both of them were held by someone on their necks.

"Do you still run away?" The one who caught them was a young man in his twenties. "I can't run away anyway." Zhang Zhenhua didn't care. "Besides, isn't it just watching the show? We didn't do anything bad." "Ha?" The man smiled and said, "I'm pretty hard-mouthed. Come in with me." As he said that, he pulled the two of them into the church.

"Xiao Cui, what's wrong with you bringing two children in?" asked a man with the appearance of a director. The young man named Cui smiled and said, "A bunch of little guys lie outside the window to watch a white show, so I'll catch two." "Oh?" A large group of cast and crew gathered around. Xiuxiu was so scared that her face turned pale and was about to cry, hiding behind Zhang Zhenhua. Zhang Zhenhua looked indifferent.

The director asked with a smile: "Kid, do you think our scene is good?" Zhang Zhenhua also smiled: "The content is novel, the performance is vivid. There is a slight deficiency, keep working hard." Everyone was stunned. The young man named Cui said angrily: "You guy, you still don't like this, right? Then you are lying on the window." Zhang Zhenhua curled his lips, "It's them who are coming. If I had left long ago."

"Then you can make up stories by saying so?" An actor who played a traitor came over in the play.

"Brother Zhenhua is good at telling stories." Xiuxiu said boldly, "He would say "The Lion King" would say "The Calabash Wa", "The Taoist Priest of Laoshan" and "Journey to the West".

"The little guy can tell so many stories!" The director said in surprise: "But what are "The Lion King" and "The Calabash"? Uncles and aunts have never heard of it, can you tell us?" Zhang Zhenhua tampered his neck, "What if I don't?" The young man named Cui smiled, "Then call your parents." "Threat me? Forget it, the situation is better than others." Thinking that if you call your dad and go home, you will be beaten up again, Zhang Zhenhua surrendered. "Then I'll tell you "The Calabash". But I'll let us go after the talk." "Okay." The director nodded and agreed, "Come on, come and listen to our kid's story."

A passage of "The Calabash" was over an hour before it was finished. The adults were all shocked. The director asked, "Children, where did you hear this?" Xiuxiu was no longer afraid at this time and said proudly: "It was made by Brother Zhenhua himself." Zhang Zhenhua hurriedly said, "We can leave." Without waiting for everyone to agree, she pulled Xiuxiu and left. Xiuxiu happily walked and sang: "The Calabash, the Calabash. There are seven melons on a vine, and you are not afraid of wind and rain.... "

Looking at the backs of the two children leaving, the director asked, "What do you think?"

"What a good story. It can be staged with a little adaptation."

Someone raised questions, "Would you be too childish? Also, you are a fairy and a magic weapon, are you thinking...?"

"And some things are not easy to show, such as fire, water, invisibility, etc." Someone asked the question from a technical level.

"The subject matter is easy to deal with, I'll ask the superiors for instructions. By the way, Xiao Cui, go and find out whose children they are. Didn't the little girl say there is "The Lion King"?" "I understand."

When they arrived at the entrance of the village, Gouwa and the others were waiting there. When they saw two people coming out, Gouwa hurriedly asked, "How is it? Is it okay?" Xiuxiu raised her head, "It's okay, Brother Zhenhua told them all the "Gourd Baby" and shocked them." Gouwa vented his anger, "That's good." "Let's go quickly. It's getting late. I'm going to be told again when I go back late." Zhang Zhenhua urged.

When we returned to the village, we all went back to our respective homes, so this matter was naturally hidden.

A few days later, Zhang Sheng and two technicians were observing the growth of fish fry in the cage by the river and recorded it in the book. At this time, someone came to look for it. He saw two young people whom they didn't know came. One of them introduced himself: "You are Comrade Zhang Sheng. Hello, my name is Wang Zhenzhi, and his name is Cui Wei. They are all from 'Luyi'." "Hello." Zhang Sheng shook hands with them and said to them, "Why do the 'Luyi' look for me? I want rabbit meat? Those are distributed by the border government in a coordinated manner."

He found a place to sit down, and Wang Zhenzhi said, "Comrade Zhang Sheng, you have a son named Zhang Zhenhua, right?" Zhang Sheng was stunned, "Is this child causing trouble to you?" Wang Zhenzhi smiled and shook his head, "That's not. A few days ago, this child came to us to tell a story, and we thought the content was very good. The college is about to perform to commemorate the first anniversary of the War of Resistance Against Japan. So we want to bring this story to the stage. And I heard that your son has a story in his hand. If it is good, we want to come here, so we came here to ask for your opinion."

"Ah?" Zhang Sheng didn't react for a long time. "Lu Yi" asked his son for a script. It wasn't a joke. "This, it may be a coincidence that my wife took him to the hospital. But she will be back in a while."

"What? Is this child sick?" Wang Zhenzhi said in surprise. Zhang Sheng hurriedly explained, "That's not, this child has some pollen allergies and is being treated recently. Please come to my house first."
Chapter completed!