In March 1936, Secretary Zhao came to my uncle's house with a soldier to gather information. Both were dressed as ordinary farmers. Secretary Zhao was around twenty-eight or twenty-nine years old, of medium-to-tall build, with a full, fair, oblong face, a pointed chin, curved eyebrows, and large eyes. Below a slightly high nose bridge was a mouth with thick lips. He wore a white towel wrapped around his head, a black cross-collared short jacket on his upper body, and dark blue trousers with a fitted crotch on his lower body. On his feet, he wore white cloth socks and square-toed black cloth shoes. He gave an impression of being handsome, unrestrained, shrewd, and capable.
Just as they finished discussing the situation, someone came to find my uncle and said that two high-ranking officials from the county and the Japanese Kwantung Army had arrived and would definitely be there in an hour. He told my uncle to first notify the households in the village to hurry over to the threshing floor at Zhu Xueliang's place and wait for a meeting.
"You need to leave right away!" my uncle said to Secretary Zhao.
Chapter 209