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In the early morning, the streets were still shrouded in a milky white morning mist. Lin Qiaosheng was sitting in a steamed bun shop, wolfing down his breakfast. Pedestrians were hurrying on the street, and there were all kinds of people. This was just an ordinary morning, until a childish scream seemed to dispel the morning mist and entered everyone's ears.

"Japan was defeated! China won a great victory in the battle to defend Kaifeng!"

"Zhongyuan did not fall!"

"What?!"

"Are you telling the truth?"

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For a while, I don't know how many questioning voices came from all directions.

Lin Qiaosheng seemed to be struck by lightning, and the whole person stopped in place. For a moment, he couldn't believe his ears.

What did he hear?

Japan was defeated? Zhongyuan was defended?

They fought with Japan for so many years, and they were defeated and fought, and finally defended the city once?

The owner of the tender voice, a little newsboy, shook the stack of newspapers in his hand vigorously, his face still flushed with excitement, and he said in a shrill voice: "This is today's newspaper headline!"

The next second, the newsboy was surrounded by the surging crowd.

Lin Qiaosheng reacted immediately, squeezed into the crowd desperately, and bought a newspaper. He couldn't wait to unfold it and was immediately attracted by the headline of the front page.

The main title was "Seven Years of Hard Fighting Defeated the Japanese Invaders, Kaifeng Prefecture Has a Blue Sky", and the subtitle was "Severely Damage the Arrogance of the Japanese Invaders, Turn Defense into Offense and Return Our Old Land".

Lin Qiaosheng's eager eyes quickly searched among the densely packed small characters, his hands trembled and he could hardly hold the newspaper, and his tears slowly blurred his vision. He could hardly see the words on the newspaper.

But it didn't matter anymore.

He had seen the most important news - "The Japanese army retreated, and our army won a great victory!"

He laughed up to the sky, laughing hoarsely, laughing hysterically, laughing so hard that he couldn't straighten his back, laughing to the point of shedding all his tears in his lifetime.

"Zi'an! Did you hear that! We won! We won!" He cried and laughed, "We are not the sick man of East Asia! China is a great country, China is a great country, and we are not afraid of foreign humiliation!"

But he knew that Zi'an could no longer hear.

In the Battle of Xuzhou, Zi'an...died for his country.

No remains were left.

When Zi'an said goodbye, he chanted a poem: "A man is determined to return to his country to fight, and he will not return until he destroys the Japanese slaves. Why bury your bones in your hometown? There are green mountains everywhere in life."

It came true.

He looked up at the sky and saw the morning light, the rising sun dispelled the thick fog, and he was warm all over in the sun.

...Are the relatives in his hometown looking up at the same tomorrow as him, and basking in the same warm sunshine?

He was not the only one who cried and laughed, there was crying on the street.

"We won!"

"God bless China!"

"Dad and mom, do you see it in heaven? One day we will make the Japanese pay with blood!"

Some people were screaming, some were hugging, some were tearing the newspapers in their hands into pieces, and some were crying.

Everyone was venting.

First it was the Eight-Power Allied Forces, and then the Japanese came. Foreign armies and guns have been raging on the land of China for too long, and the five thousand years of backbone has been bent for too long!

They have been waiting for this day and have almost forgotten how to laugh.

This is a gathering place for Chinese people, and all the people coming and going are Chinese.

Although some of them have already settled in Malaysia, and some are even second-generation immigrants. But at this moment, they all chose to cry and laugh.

The country across the sea is where their ancestors lived for generations, and it is also the homeland where they want to return to. Now she struggled to float out of the quagmire. Although she didn't know when she could leave the quagmire, there was no doubt that they all saw a glimmer of hope to drive away the black fog.

Just for this thin hope that was almost invisible, countless people could endure humiliation and live, and countless people could die for it.

After being crazy for an unknown period of time, Lin Qiaosheng finally calmed down. He wiped the tears and snot on his face, carefully flattened the crumpled newspaper, folded it, and put it in a cloth bag. He decided to frame the newspaper and keep it when he got home.

When they arrived at the garment factory, the workers were also discussing this matter in groups of three or two.

Usually at this time, they would have been so busy that they didn't even have time to drink a sip of water, so how could they have the leisure to talk about some gossip.

But now is different from the past. Since nylon clothes became popular in China, the business of their garment factory has been getting worse day by day. In the past, they were processing and working every day, which was not as leisurely as now.

Lin Qiaosheng had also seen the clothes made of nylon. It was delicate and smooth to the touch, strong and wear-resistant, and surprisingly tough. It was neither silk nor cotton. He had never seen such a strange fabric. And such fabrics are not expensive in China, so it is no wonder that they are sought after by Chinese people. I heard that foreigners are scrambling for them!

Because Lin Qiaosheng was so happy today, he, who has always been diligent, did not go to work for the first time, and chose to join the army of gossipers.

A worker named Wang (everyone called him Lao Wang) suddenly lowered his voice and asked mysteriously: "Hey, do you know why we can win?"

"Of course it was the bloody battle of our army!"

"Hey! Your news is outdated!" Lao Wang raised his chin and showed a proud smile, "Do you know about the 'economic crisis' in Japan some time ago?"

Economic crisis?

The workers looked at each other.

This word is too profound for the workers with little education.

Although Lin Qiaosheng knew a little, it was only some superficial concepts. He looked at Lao Wang as if he had something in his mind, so he smiled and urged: "Hey, Lao Wang, don't keep us in suspense, just tell us what you know!"

So Lao Wang leaned closer and said mysteriously: "I have a fellow countryman studying in Japan."

Everyone gasped, and a young man looked at him with contempt and said coldly: "If I were you, I would draw a clear line with your fellow countryman! Such people are traitors! Traitors to the country!"

Lao Wang looked embarrassed and said: "He is also a government-sponsored student, studying for the country, and it is not easy to be in Japan."

"No one forced him! He can study anywhere, and the universities in Singapore are not good! But he insisted on going to Japan to lick people's ass!"

"You! He is definitely not that kind of person! And he is back now!"

Seeing that the two were about to quarrel, Lin Qiaosheng hurriedly mediated and finally persuaded the two. He looked at Lao Wang with curiosity: "What did your fellow countryman tell you?"

Lao Wang didn't dare to keep it a secret and told everyone everything.

It turned out that the Japanese army seemed to be showing off its power in China, but it was not doing well at home.

First, according to his fellow countryman, affected by the capitalist economic crisis in the United States, the domestic economy of Japan was depressed, and the people at the bottom were almost the same as the poor in China.

Second, there were many differences among the top leaders of Japan, and there was no clear strategic proposition. They fought purely for the sake of fighting. Therefore, the contradictions between radicals and conservatives were deep.

Finally, Japan was a small island country after all, with a limited population. The Japanese army had been stuck in the quagmire of China's huge battlefield for too long, losing a large number of young and middle-aged laborers, and the huge military expenditure of the military also made the government quite dissatisfied, and the domestic anti-war voices were rising.

Lao Wang said: "I heard from my fellow countryman that our government has recently spent many billions of yen to buy Japanese goods. The government also gave a lot of money to overseas students, including my fellow countryman, so that they can buy things too!"

This statement was a little unacceptable to these patriotic young people who have always supported the boycott of Japanese goods. Lin Qiaosheng questioned: "Where does the country get so much money? And wouldn't it be good to spend so much money on the army?"

Lao Wang shook his head, "I don't know about that." He saw the questioning eyes of the crowd and quickly added: "My fellow countryman told me that this caused inflation. He said, he said..." Lao Wang frowned and recalled for a moment, and finally remembered his fellow countryman's original words: "This move has aggravated the economic crisis and class contradictions in Japan. At that time, the yen will not be money, and the army will riot and the people will revolt in the near future."

He can still remember the happy smile of his fellow countryman at that time. His fellow countryman has now returned to China to teach in Chongqing. Before he left, he vowed to Lao Wang that Japan will lose and victory belongs to China!

Lao Wang has always believed in his fellow countryman. He was the only educated person in their village. Since he said Japan would lose, then Japan would definitely lose!

He couldn't help but secretly hope that the war would end soon. Then he could go back to work. His wife was a woman at home, raising four children and taking care of her parents-in-law. It was too hard.

They just listened to the story and talked about it. Soon the boss Liang Huaming came, and the workers dispersed. Lin Qiaosheng didn't dare to be lazy and hurried back to the account office. Not long after, the boss called him over.

Not only was he in the room, but there were also several backbones in the garment factory, who were all the boss's confidants.

Liang Huaming sat on the chair with a rosy face, and took care of the few people and said, "Sit down, sit down."

"I called you here this time to tell you a good news!" Liang Huaming paused, kept the suspense, and then said happily, "From next week, our factory can also sell clothes made of nylon!"

Liang Huaming looked at the surprised eyes of the crowd, and he couldn't help but feel satisfied. At the same time, he was even more fortunate that he and Le Jing had reached a cooperative relationship.

He didn't expect that he could help him and Mr. Chen to connect and provide him with a nylon purchase channel. From then on, he could also do this nylon business! You know, he has been jealous of this nylon business for a long time.

And the new books he introduced from Le Jing quickly became famous in the circles of readers in China and Southeast Asia. It is said that foreigners who know Chinese have started to prepare the translation of these books and are ready to take them back to foreign countries!

The strange thing is that there are many books, such as "Faust", which are obviously foreign literature, but those foreigners don't know the existence of this book at all, so they can't find the original German book of the author at all, and can only translate these books into their own language before bringing them back to China.

However, a few days ago, Le Jing provided him with the original foreign language books of these books, which not only saved those people from the tedious and lengthy translation, but also successfully allowed these books to quickly enter Western countries.

Now that the market has just been opened, there is no effect. But Liang Huaming firmly believes that it won't be long before Western countries will be as sensational as the Nanyang countries!

Thinking of the **Kaifeng victory he read in the newspaper this morning, he felt even more comfortable. Although he has earned a huge fortune in Malaysia, his parents and his ancestors are buried in the land of China, and his roots have always been in China.

For him, the country is his clothes. As the saying goes, Buddha needs gold and people need clothes. A poor country is like his own ragged clothes. He feels guilty when he goes out. When doing business with those foreigners, he can't even stand up straight.

He is a person with low self-esteem.

Only when the country is strong can he be confident and his struggle is meaningful.

He has already decided to donate the two cents of profit he earned to the domestic anti-Japanese war. Now is a critical moment, he doesn't want to lose the fruits of victory because of lack of money.

At the same time, there are countless people like Liang Huaming who made similar decisions. They are scattered in various countries around the world. Some are wealthy people with a lot of money, some are overseas students who work several jobs, and some are poor people who can't even afford to eat...

Some of them have even become citizens of other countries and cannot be considered Chinese.

But when the country needs them, "patriotism" spontaneously jumps out of their bones and boils in their blood under the clothes.

Five thousand years of cultural influence, five thousand years of civilizational identity, five thousand years of subtle influence, have produced a unique civilized country, and this is the superiority and centripetal force of Chinese civilization.

It is just as the lyrics say: "Although I wear Western clothes, my heart is still Chinese. My ancestors have already branded everything I have with Chinese marks... The blood flowing in my heart surges with the voice of China. Even if I am in a foreign country, I can't change my Chinese heart."

The author has something to say:

There is a very interesting little-known history. During the Anti-Japanese War, many people went to study in Japan, and Japan was quite courteous to them. During the Anti-Japanese War, the Japanese government issued subsidies to many Chinese students in Japan, 30-80 yen per person. (The funds for this subsidy came from the Boxer Indemnity that China paid to Japan)

However, after the September 18th Incident, many military academy students studying in Japan took off their military uniforms and handed in their sabers, meaning that the next time they met, they would be enemies who would fight to the death.

I recommend the book "Early Students Talking about Japan" to everyone, which records the experiences of many students studying in Japan. There is a book in Jinjiang called "A Century of Family Letters" which describes the entire history of China's War of Resistance against Japan in a relatively detailed manner. I only read it once, and my eyes were swollen from crying, so I dare not read it a second time.