Liu, Dorothy told me that you should accompany her to Yan'an." Stu Leiden asked outside, "Can you tell me the real reason? Or has your political concepts changed?"

"Haha, Mr. Situ, I don't have any political concepts." Wu Ming replied with a smile: "I have money and will be richer in the future. I am a rich man. In the eyes of GCD, I am a bourgeoisie and an exploiter. But I don't want to or don't want to change this lifestyle, so you don't have to worry about me investing in GCD. As for why I want to go to Yan'an, I think so. Although I am disgusted with GCD, I can't find any sufficient reasons so far. This is indeed a problem. You can't oppose because of opposition. You have to find some reasons for opposition, and you have to be convinced."

"Actually, there is no need to go to Yan'an in this way!" Stu Leiden frowned and said, "If you look for a few communist books, you can refute them to the point of being completely decent."

"Theory is theory, and practice is reality." Wu Ming patiently explained: "What's more, China has a unique national condition. From your perspective, it is different from the perspective of the Chinese people."

Stu Leiden pondered for a moment and nodded slightly, "It is good for young people to have ideas, but you must be careful. The redness of GCD is very powerful."

"Don't worry, I have two wives waiting for me!" Wu Ming smiled and comforted, "And don't you understand me yet? I'm lazy and greedy. I can't live a hard life like a Puritan like GCD."

Stu Leiden laughed. "Liu, take good care of Dorothy, I'll wait for you in Chengdu. New Yan University needs your efforts."

"Yes, sir." Wu Ming stood attentively and saluted.

Xia Rende and Lin Maike and his wife were going to stay in Yan'an to work for the Eighth Route Army. Dorothy wanted to fulfill his dream with Wu Ming's company. Several Chinese and foreign scholars went to Yan'an with a look. The rest followed Stu Leiden and went straight to the rear. Chongqing had sent a capable armed team and promised to rebuild Yan'an University as quickly as possible in Chengdu.

GCD achieved some of its goals. Although Stu Leiden still did not go to Yan'an, at least some people were left behind. They could not be forced and completely voluntarily. It was good to be able to do this.

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The winter on the Loess Plateau is cold, the ears are so cold that they hurt, the hands are so cold that they are numb, and even the teeth are fighting when the wind comes. Fortunately, it is only temporary, and the sun on the Loess Plateau is also unswerving, warm, shining on the loess and on the body. In places without wind, it still feels warm.

The afternoon sun shines slanted. Everything under the sun seems so quiet. The pheasants in the woods in the valley flapped their powerful wings, breaking the silence of the valley. The hare jumped and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Over the loess layer, every year, the cold air from Siberia and the hot air from the southeast ocean meet on time, turning into rain and snow to moisten the earth. Most of them flow into the Yellow River, which is placed in a huge shape of "several" on the vast territory of China. It is compared to the mother river by the Chinese children. The middle part of it divides the loess layer into two pieces of roughly equal area, and wraps a large amount of loess along the way. These loess really come from the distant northwest direction through wind, and accumulates over billions of years, and the soil is soft and delicate.

"Is this the loess high slope?" Dorothy narrowed his eyes and looked at the unique scenery around with interest.

"Is it?" Wu Ming replied uncertainly: "Looking up his eyes and his heart is vast."

The Loess Plateau is generally quiet at noon in winter, even a little lonely and desolate, with the sun parallel to the hills. It shines very dazzlingly and brightly on these endless mounds. Some hills are like huge castles, some are like mammoths, some are like round steamed buns, and some are like hills torn by giant hands, with rough finger marks on them. There is only wind on the mound, which is very dry and hard.

"It feels strange, like a world made up by God, and a bit surreal." Duoluoxi said with a smile: "But after walking for so long, I saw the fields and cultivated land, but I didn't seem to see the houses or villages!"

"Miss Dorothy doesn't know anything." He rode a big green mule and walked forward. "This is the characteristic of northern Shaanxi. There is no one to see people going up the mountain, no village to see them when entering the village, smoke from cooking on the flat ground, and suddenly the sound of chickens and dogs. Everyone is digging holes on the hillside and calling it a cave."

In the entire northwest, it has become a habit for centuries, and they live in digging holes on the hard hazel walls, which Chinese call "caves". However, this kind of cave is not the same as what Westerners call caves. Caves are warm in winter and cool in summer, easy to build and easy to clean. Even the richest landlords often dig holes on the mountain to make their homes. Some are large houses with several houses, with gorgeous equipment and decorations.

The floor, the spacious living room, the light penetrates the interior from the paper windows on the wall, and the sturdy black painted doors.

"On the hillside? Cave?" Dorothy asked in surprise: "I remember, what Edgar mentioned in "Red Stars Shine in China" is so amazing!"

"The cave and the cave are different, don't talk nonsense." Wu Ming rolled his eyes, "If you can't master the accuracy of vocabulary in Chinese, you can just speak English directly, so that people won't make people laugh at you for being unlearned."

"Haha, the guide said, we will rest in the village ahead tonight. Miss Dorothy will be able to see with your own eyes what the cave looks like." He Wen said with a smile.

"And, it's safer to get ahead. The troops escorted us will return tomorrow and the local troops will take over." He continued.

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"What about you? Are you leaving too?" Dorothy asked.

"No, I still have to go to the Anti-Japanese University for study, so I will always be with you." He Wen said.

The day in winter is indeed very short, and soon the sun sinks into the far mound like a ripe persimmon cake, and the sky suddenly becomes dim. A stream of blue smoke appears in front of you, and the wind blows with the heavy fragrance of wormwood...

This is a small village. It was when cooking. Many women came out to pick up firewood in the wheat pile with cages. They leaned slightly and raised their heads curiously to look at the strange team.

"So this is the cave." Duoloxi looked around while looking around.

This is a serious cave. It is dug from a flat piece of land, two or three stories high, and then dig the cave around it and sets a slope from a further place for people to go up and down. The cave is warm in winter and cool in summer, and there is a dirt kang inside, which is paved with a few huge mud blocks, which can lie five or six people in a row.

The chairman of the local Soviets arranged residences for Wu Ming and others, and also found a few people who were said to be women's rescue associations to pull the bellows and cook for them. It was obvious that they occasionally went to see a few foreigners, which made them feel very fresh.

As an accident occurred on the road, several Eighth Route Army soldiers, including Gu Jinlong, who was preparing to accompany Wu Ming and Dorothy to visit, were injured. Wu Ming took on the responsibility of a doctor without hesitation. He first placed the wounded, and Wu Ming re-checked it before returning to his cave with confidence.

The kang has been hot, and several people should be arranged to sleep on this big kang. Lin Maike and those scholars and Wu Ming put on a blanket and felt very comfortable lying on it.

Along the way, as far as Wu Ming saw, the people were not dissatisfied with the GCD Eighth Route Army. Some people were still very friendly and were very concerned about them. They voluntarily sold them a little bit of their food and naturally accepted their money.

Moreover, Wu Ming saw something very special from the Eighth Route Army soldiers. As Edgar said in the book: Almost all of them have encountered tragedies in life, but they are not too sad. Perhaps because they are too young, this is a group of Chinese proletarians who really feel happy. In China, negative satisfaction is a common phenomenon, but the higher feelings of happiness are indeed rare, which means that they have a sense of confidence in survival.

In a sense, they are more like a kind of religious fanaticism, with faith and pursuit. At least in this difficult environment, this is a way to maintain unity and combat effectiveness!

But Wu Ming still had some conflicts with the Eighth Route Army on the road. He found that the Eighth Route Army actually gave the pitiful rice and white flour to the Japanese prisoners, which made him angry. As a political cadre of the GCD explained to him seriously: they only oppose Japanese warlords, capitalists and other "fascist oppressors", the Japanese people are their potential allies, and these Japanese soldiers were poisoned by militarism. He refuted without hesitation, have you been to Japan? Do you know what the Japanese people's attitude towards invasion of China? The victims took it for granted to defend and excuse the murderer. Such ridiculous and ridiculous things can happen in China. Since your GCD Eighth Route Army claims that it is serving the people, let the people come to judge these animals. You have no right to give the food donated by the people to eat for these animals. This is a crime.

What? You talked to me about the Geneva Convention. You don’t understand the definition of prisoners of war. If your hands are covered with civilian blood, you should be called prisoners of war. You have water in your head!
Chapter completed!