my scientific age

Chapter 1 Three Hundred Pensions
Beiping City, Inner Six District.

The inner six districts are the national government number of Beiping City, covering the Forbidden City and the east and west urban areas. It is the largest area in the inner urban area of ​​Beiping City.

The night was getting dark, and the wind was blowing.

It's New Year's Eve, and this thousand-year-old capital is filled with the festive atmosphere of the upcoming New Year. Every household has red Spring Festival couplets posted on the door, and those who are a little richer light red candles and hang red lanterns at the gates.

Thousands of households, festive and lively, full of flavor.

No. 18 Jinguo Hutong, Chongwen House.

The house is not big, and once you enter the small courtyard, it is better than the cheap price and the location. The atmosphere of the New Year, which should be prosperous, has not been reflected in the house of Chongwen House.

A large white font hangs above the main entrance.

The courtyard was deserted and silent, with some wreaths placed on both sides, and a group of upright soldiers of the National Revolutionary Army stood in line, facing the mourning hall in the main room.

Head hurts……

where is this?

Yu Hua regained consciousness and woke up, only to feel a sense of dizziness and pain on his head. He opened his somewhat hazy eyes. When the picture became clearer, a row of incense candles came into view. Above was the mourning hall. Put a black and white portrait.

The man in the portrait, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, full of resoluteness, is dressed in military uniform, with the rank of captain on the collar, and a blue sky and white flower inlaid in the middle of the hat.

Surrounded by a quaint wooden structure with a sense of age, a wooden table, a few stools, and a huge portrait of Sun Yat-sen hanging in front of it. The architectural style of the whole house is older than that of my grandfather's grandfather, and the environment is the same as that of my own. Rental housing is very different.

On the other hand, looking at himself, kneeling on the flexible straw futon with both knees, the stinging pain caused by kneeling for a long time came from the knees, making Yu Hua completely awake. .

what happened?

Am I not in a school rental?
Also, what about the college notice I just opened?

Yu Hua made a cursory observation, frowned slightly, and a guess came up in his heart, but he was not quite sure: "I am here, crossed?"

Is it crossing?

It seems to be true, but he can't really be sure, but Yu Hua can clearly feel that he is not dreaming, and the group of Kuomintang officers with guns and live ammunition in the mourning hall are not joking.

At this time, one after another information poured out like a stream, and went straight to the mind.

"It hurts..." The flow of information that appeared was like a torrent hitting his mind, and it became more and more intense. Yu Hua felt a tingling sensation in his brain, followed by a feeling of dizziness. His brows were furrowed, and the whole person did not dare to move, so he could only bear it .

Fortunately, this feeling came and went quickly. After more than ten seconds, when the strong dizziness disappeared, all kinds of readable information appeared in my mind.

Looking through the information, as Yu Hua guessed, he did pass through.

从2021年现代社会，回到了中华民国26年除夕，即公元1937年2月10日。

The original owner of this body is Yu Hua, seventeen years old, a high school student, studying at the No. [-] Municipal Middle School in Beiping City, originally from Chengdu, Sichuan Province, and living and studying in Peiping with his father. There is only one father in the family, and his mother has long since passed away. .

His father, Yu Qinghe, was the captain and company commander of the No. 20 Ninth Army of the National Revolutionary Army. and supported Yu Hua to study in No. [-] Middle School.

On weekdays, because her father was not at home, Yu Hua basically managed her own life.

Today's New Year's Eve, I was supposed to enjoy the blessing of family reunion, but yesterday Yu Qinghe was attacked by a traitor on his way home, and he was killed at the south entrance of Jinguo Hutong.

Yesterday, Yu Hua was going to have a good meal with his father, who was rare during the holidays, and discussed whether to apply for the National Peking University or National Tsinghua University, but he never wanted to know the news of his father's murder.

The news is like a bolt from the blue. From yesterday to now, Yu Hua has not been able to get a drop of water, and his spirit is sluggish.

A quarter of an hour ago, Yu Qinghe's colleagues, superiors, and subordinates came to mourn, accompanied by Yu Hua. Because the death of a close relative was too painful, he never wanted to die directly, and his body remained in a kneeling posture before dying.

"This Yu Hua is also a miserable person. His father was killed on the 29th of the twelfth lunar month. Today is New Year's Eve. This is indeed a big blow." Yu Hua silently read the memory from Yu Hua's life, and he was a little helpless for this sudden time travel. , but sighed lightly, this family member of the Republic of China is pitiful enough.

A close relative was killed on the 29th of the twelfth lunar month, and the funeral was held on New Year's Eve, and he died directly in frustration. To be honest, it was not ordinary miserable and pitiful.

After getting a basic understanding of the situation, Yu Hua, as a newly dressed person, kept kneeling and sacrificing posture, while using his peripheral vision, he quietly observed several Kuomintang officers in the mourning hall.

There were five people in total, the leader was about 40 years old, wearing a military cap, standing upright, bowing his head to mourn Yu Qinghe above the mourning hall.

The soldiers in the yard were temporarily invisible. According to the memory of the predecessor, there were about the number of soldiers in a squad.

No danger. ——After observing for a while, everyone's reactions were in full view, and Yu Hua was relieved. These people are serious people to mourn, not fake mourning people who are actually looking for trouble.

Good, no danger.

A good situation to handle.

Yu Hua withdrew his gaze and did not dare to move, for fear of causing trouble, the whole person resisted the tingling sensation from the knees and maintained a correct kneeling posture.

Kneel down, just kneel down and worship the anti-Japanese hero.

In order to survive, small life is important, not shabby.

In the face of the Kuomintang army, Yu Hua does not contradict or reject, but he must be careful and highly vigilant.

In the mourning hall, no one noticed Yu Hua's change.

"The mourning is over. Now, read the death notice to the survivors of the fallen officers." A calm and slightly northern accent sounded, reaching the ears of Yu Hua, who gently stood on tiptoe on his right knee.

"Yu Qinghe, male, 36 years old, native of Chengdu, Sichuan Province, senior primary school education, National Revolutionary Army No. 20, Ninth Army, 38th Division, 112th Brigade, 228th Regiment, 1st Battalion, 2nd Company, Captain. January 19, 12 He joined the army in Japan and participated in the Battle of Xifengkou. He took the lead, was brave and tenacious, killed [-] Japanese invaders, and won the honor of the fourth-class Baoding Medal..."

"On February 26th, [-]th year of the Republic of China, Ping'anli, the six inner districts of Beiping, was attacked by traitors and died in battle. I hereby notify you."

The leading Kuomintang officer held a death notice and solemnly read out the content. His voice was solemn and solemn. It spread throughout the mourning hall and outside the house, and entered everyone's ears.

My cheap dad actually killed twelve little devils. ——Yu Hua heard the news. As a fan of the fractured army in the previous life, he knew the weight of this record and admired it in his heart.

Immediately afterwards, the whole person sighed inwardly, with a sad expression on his face: "Dad..."

A mournful and sad cry followed, and came out.

As a son of man, is it appropriate not to cry when you hear the news of your father's murder?

This is not appropriate.

Even if it is installed, it has to be installed.

Speaking of sadness, Yu Hua is not sad, after all, this is not his real father.

Say no to sadness, but Yu Hua feels bad again. After all, this is an anti-Japanese soldier and a hero who wiped out twelve Japanese aggressors.

Just put on a pretense and barely get through.

The cry spread all over the mourning hall, and the pain of parting relatives contained in it was real, and the listeners were moved and touched, which made the officers and soldiers of the Kuomintang Party who came to mourn feel the same.

"The survivor Yu Hua, based on the "Interim Regulations on Army Pensions", is issued a one-time pension of 300 yuan, and can receive an annual pension of 150 yuan from the Military Pension Department of the Nanjing National Government. This is your father Yu Qinghe's pension. This morning's batch is a lot."

After reading the document in his hand, the major officer sighed, then took a step forward, came to Yu Hua, took out two light yellow envelopes from his arms, and said, "Also, the brothers have put together some money, and the right should be a kind of heart. , all collected."

After the words were finished, the envelope containing the 300 yuan pension and the death notice, plus another envelope with some belongings, were handed to Yu Hua.

Regarding Yu Qinghe's death pension, the division commander Zhang Zizhong personally ordered that no one dared to give a cent to the greedy ink, and those who violated the law would be dealt with by military law.

Because Yu Qinghe was friendly to his colleagues and cherished his subordinates on weekdays, the brothers of the troops he belonged to before his departure gathered some money.

The money is not much, it is only ten dollars, it is a kind of heart, as long as it can help.

"Thank you uncles, Hua will never forget your great kindness and great virtue, and I will repay it in the future." Yu Hua took the death notice and two envelopes with both hands, and turned around in the sacrificial sacrificial ceremony of the Son of Man. Thanks to the Major and the rest of the officers.

"I don't ask for your repayment, as long as you live well, our mission here is completed, and we still have military affairs, so we won't disturb it." The major officer shook his head and glanced at a young scholar with a few scholars. Yu Hua, who was so angry, ordered, and then said goodbye.

"I'll send it to you."

When Yu Hua heard this, she didn't say anything to persuade her to stay. She packed up three things first, and then sent this group of KMT officers and soldiers belonging to the No.20 Ninth Army out of their homes.

When the soldiers with guns and live ammunition were gone, Yu Hua cautiously closed the door, locked it, and then used two pillars to hold the door.

Be careful.

In these chaotic times, one cannot be too careful.

……

After all this was done, Yu Hua walked through the courtyard and returned to the main room.

Looking at the mourning hall, at the man in the black and white portrait, Yu Hua sighed softly, took three incense sticks from the incense case, lit them with the burning candle, and inserted them in the center of the incense burner:

"Uncle Yu Qinghe, it's not that I won't kneel for you, but I really can't. I'm sorry, I will give you and Yu Hua incense paper money every Qingming and death day. If there is a chance, I will find the one who killed you. Traitor, pay homage in front of your tomb."

There was a hint of respect in the words.

It is indeed necessary to respect, this is an anti-Japanese soldier who gave his life for the country, and a martyr cannot escape in the future.

In terms of age, Yu Qinghe is still an 'old man' who is 104 years older than him.

No matter from which aspect, Yu Hua must be respected.

After serving the incense and giving a promise, Yu Hua picked up three things and left the mourning hall, and came to the bedroom according to the memory in his mind.

(End of this chapter)