Perfect Life

It should be eighty-nine years ago, right?

I participated in the Nanchang Uprising, really.

Thinking back to August 1, eighty-nine years ago, it was a hail of bullets. I remember at that time, I even gave Mr. Zhu a cigarette. Mr. Zhu kindly patted my shoulder and said, "Captain Dao, work hard, I am very optimistic about you. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, you must at least be a lieutenant general!"

What I said is true, this is what my daughter-in-law calculated!

According to her, she married me because I spared her life.

It's a long way to go. That time I met a white-fronted tiger with hanging eyes in the mountains. I only had a shell gun in my hand. I missed the first shot, and then the bullet jammed. Life, run for your life soon!

Well, the above is pure nonsense.

But to be honest, no matter how corrupt and depraved the present is, at least on that day eighty-nine years ago, those people were very worthy of awe! It is said that Mr. He still revolted in a sedan chair, and the letters vw flashed on the door of the sedan chair. According to legend, Mr. He's sedan chair does not burn oil!

Well, the above is pure nonsense!

In fact, I want to say that a new month has begun. For the sake of my blood for the party-state, brothers, give me a monthly ticket! (To be continued.)