Traveling through the 1940s, the whole village was massacred at the beginning

Chapter 924 I am a peasant and I am proud

They were chatting happily here, while on the other side, Jiang Jiyun was led by Yue Jiarou to where a group of girls were.

These girls were sitting together, laughing and talking, it was very lively.

However, when they saw Jiang Jiyun, the dark-skinned girl, several of them couldn't help but ask Yue Jiarou curiously, "Rou Rou, why are the people in Chief of Staff Jiang's family so dark?"

Faced with such a question, Yue Jiayu did not answer immediately. She knew that this was her sister's "battlefield" and she should let her deal with it on her own.

Yue Jiarou felt her sister's support. She took a deep breath and said in a soft but firm voice, "Would you dare to travel across provinces to look for your relatives during the war? She has been traveling for so long to find her family, and yet she is still safe and sound."

"My niece's skin is dark because of the sun. Being able to move freely through the Japanese blockade is a real skill. As human beings, we must not let our standards be too low."

Yue Jiarou's words stunned all the girls present.

They obviously didn't expect that this seemingly little girl had traveled through several provinces to get here.

Jiang Jiyun touched his face and continued, "My grandfather once said, 'Reading ten thousand books is not as good as traveling ten thousand miles.' This is from the days of living outdoors, eating and sleeping in the open air. My skin is tanned, but I've also learned a lot that I can't learn from books. I'll wait until I get home and take good care of it, and it will heal."

One of the girls lowered her voice and muttered indignantly, "Huh? He's just a peasant. How could he possibly get a tan if he sat in a car?"

After hearing this, Jiang Jiyun slowly turned his head, his eyes fell on the girl, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

She asked with a half-smile, "Sister, you seem to look down on the so-called 'peasant' people, don't you?"

Seeing this, the girl not only didn't back down at all, but responded even more arrogantly: "You want me to look up to them? Do they deserve it?"

The smile on Jiang Jiyun's lips grew more pronounced, but her eyes grew sharper. She stared closely at the girl and continued, "Do you know who most of the people fighting bravely in the war of resistance were?"

The girl was obviously stumped by Jiang Jiyun's question. Her expression changed slightly, revealing a hint of unnaturalness, but she still replied with forced composure, "I...how would I know?"

Jiang Jiyun saw the girl's reaction and understood what she was talking about. She sneered and continued, "Let me tell you, those who fought bravely on the battlefield, risking their lives, are exactly what you call 'mud legs'!"

"If they hadn't fought to the death against the enemy, do you think you could still be standing here like a decent person and speaking disdainfully about them?"

Jiang Jiyun paused, not giving the girl a chance to retort, and continued, "Besides, there must have been Japanese troops here before. What kind of life did those women and children live? Even if you didn't see it with your own eyes, you should have heard about it, right?"

"It was those 'peasants' you looked down upon who risked their lives to drive out the invaders and bring us the temporary peace we enjoy today."

Jiang Jiyun had a mocking smile on his face as he looked at the woman in front of him with cold eyes. He said, "We've only had a few days of peace and quiet, and you're already eating when you pick up your bowls and cursing when you put them down. You've learned this trick quite quickly. You're even more ungrateful than ungrateful people!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the place where the noisy girls were suddenly became unusually quiet. No one dared to make a sound, and the whole scene fell into dead silence.

Jiang Jiyun sneered and finally said, "So what if I'm a peasant? I haven't used a penny of your money, nor eaten a grain of your food. What qualifications do you have to look down on me? If you really look down on me, then don't eat the food grown by peasants. I'm proud of being a peasant!"

After saying that, she turned around and walked straight towards her uncle, leaving a group of stunned women behind.

Most of these women are still stuck in the feudal mindset and are shocked and unable to understand Jiang Jiyun's straightforward remarks.

They may never have thought that a peasant could express his views so confidently.

After Jiang Jiyun left, Yue Jiayu glanced coldly at the troublemakers, a disdainful smile playing on her lips as she said, "You really have perfectly interpreted the saying 'A merchant woman knows nothing of the sorrow of a fallen nation'!"

Yue Jiarou noticed her cousin who had turned pale, so she ignored her and quickly called the other girls to go to the hall together, hoping to ease the awkward atmosphere.

Jiang Jiyun came to the hall and came to her uncle. Jiang Wenming saw the unhappiness on her little face and knew that she was bullied, and the smile on her face disappeared.

He himself could not fit in with these gentry and wealthy people. The calculations in their eyes were really unacceptable to him. He felt like a sheep among wolves.

Before the dinner started, Lin Zonglu came with several officers.

Jiang Wenming told Jiang Jiyun that the officer with a smile as beautiful as a flower was Lin Zonglu.

Jiang Jiyun looked at the man who was smiling happily and asked, "He's not engaged yet, why is he smiling so happily?"

Jiang Wenming pulled the man to sit on the sofa and said, "You don't need to pay back the huge debt you owe. I'm giving you so much money for free. Aren't you happy?"

At this time, music sounded, someone was playing the violin, someone was playing the piano...

Jiang Jiyun looked at the sounds of the instruments played by those people, and said with a twitch of his lips, "How awful!"

An old man sitting next to me seemed to have found a kindred spirit. He leaned over and whispered, "Son, those are Western instruments. I also think they are not as good as our pipa, guzheng, and flute."

Seeing that the old man was not arrogant at all, Jiang Jiyun approached him with interest and said, "Grandpa, that's because they haven't learned the essence. Some of them do sound nice, but they really can't compare to our thousand-year-old instruments."

The old man looked at the little girl's dark face and asked, "Have you heard it? Can you? I'm tired of hearing that sound every time."

Jiang Jiyun looked up at the instruments on the stage and said, "I know a little bit, but not very well."

This was something she learned in a training class in her previous life, but the teacher said she was not talented enough, so she gave up.

But it should sound better than these people, so she glanced at her uncle and walked towards the pianist under his puzzled gaze.

Because the music stopped, everyone stopped talking and looked at the stage.

Jiang Wenxing saw that his little niece was already sitting in front of the piano, and then everyone saw her dark fingers playing on the black and white keys.