There are more than 400 people in Majia Village. They have made a living by farming for generations and relying on the weather for food. Most of the people are named Ma, and every family has some relatives.

Ma Sihai, the patriarch of Majia Village, is in his 40s. He attended a new-style school in the provincial capital in his early years and has met some worldly people.

He is a famous squire in Majia Village, and his family owns more than half of the land in Majia Village.

Most of the villagers in Majia Village live by renting land from their own families. Ma Sihai is quite open-minded and sets the rent at 60%, which is almost the minimum standard.

The common rate is 80%, and 60% is considered a way for the tenants to survive.

As long as there is no famine, the tenants in Majia Village can barely survive after paying their rent.

The prerequisite for survival is not to encounter a military disaster like this!

5,000 kilograms of grain and 1,000 yuan in cash were no longer what these Kuhaha could afford, so Village Chief Ma had no choice but to bite the bullet and go to Ma Sihai to discuss it.

As the leader of the clan, he always has to come up with some regulations, but these ruffians can do what they say.

When Ma Sihai received the list handed over by Village Chief Ma, he also frowned...

In these years, there were constant wars, exorbitant taxes, and various apportionments. Landlords like his did not have much surplus money.

"Village Chief Ma, doesn't this need to be discussed?"

Ma Sihai asked, holding on to his last hope.

Village Chief Ma opened his mouth and pointed to his teeth that had just been slapped out. The gums were still covered with bloodshot eyes. That slap was very hard.

"Fourth brother, these damn people said that if they come here at noon tomorrow, if there is a grain of food missing, they will search from house to house!"

Ma Sihai immediately fell silent upon hearing this. He knew these ruffians too well.

"Village Chief Ma, you don't dare to let them into the house. Who doesn't have a daughter-in-law? Those soldiers and gangsters...

Do you think this is feasible? I will pay for the bulk, 800 for 1,000 yuan, and 3,000 kilograms of grain. For other troubles, you can ask the villagers to help me. I don’t have any extra."

"Fourth brother, I also know your difficulties. Every time we are divided, you always pay the big share.

With so little profit from the land, no matter how thick the family fortune is, it will be wiped out!

For the rest, I spent the whole night looking for the villagers to come up with a solution, and I had to get it together for these damned people!"

Village Chief Ma naturally knew that Ma Sihai had tried his best, so he should deal with it first.

After leaving Ma Sihai's house, Village Chief Ma went to the houses of two other small landowners and collected more than 100 cash and a small amount of grain. Each family had to squeeze the rest through their teeth.

"God damn these! I can't see how effective they are in fighting the Japanese. They are more ruthless than the others in causing harm to the township party!"

"That is, these ruffians are more ruthless than the bandits Ma Shuangqiang. Ma Sanqiang at least gives the township party members some way to survive every year."

"I've given them all the food, how will they survive this winter..."

"well!"

"I heard that a group of Eighth Route Army troops came to Xiaowangzhuang recently. They are specifically trying to deal with these scoundrels. How about we go find the Eighth Route Army troops and come over to make decisions for us?"

"What good thing are you thinking about, Ergouzi? Now this army, no matter which army, is the same, they all want to eat our township party!"

Don't let a bad wolf go out the front door, and then let in a tiger from behind, then you will really have no way to survive!"

…

The people in Majia Village are all honest farmers. They say and criticize, but they still have to provide the food that should be provided.

The three buckets and the five liters at this store were all dug out from between the teeth.

In this day and age, ten pounds of food can mean a life!

At noon the next day, the defeated captain brought his dozens of stragglers and came as scheduled to transport away the grain and silver coins collected by Majia Village, using six large carts.

With this batch of grain and silver coins, they can feel at ease this winter and not worry about food and drink!

The people in Majia Village have to go through the long winter hungry, and many people may not even be able to survive it.

Yang Wenhao, the former captain of the Shanxi-Sui Army, who was riding on a big ocean horse, was in a very good mood. Majia Village still collected the food and wages he needed. It seemed that the township party still had to be ruthless to force him out.

He doesn't want to kill the township party, and he also wants to fight against Japan, but he has to get through this winter first.

If you don’t rob the township party, whose will you rob?

The troops were dispersed by the Japanese, but his company was pretty good. At least dozens of people were gathered together, and some broken troops were gathered piecemeal. Now his company has eighty-nine people.

He has people with guns, and now he has money and food, so he doesn't have to worry about being able to raise a team.

If the Japanese can fight, they will fight. If they can't fight, they will go up the mountain. At worst, they will occupy the mountains and become the king. In this place in southeastern Shanxi, anyone with a gun can live a prosperous life.

"Brothers, it's going to be lively back at the camp tonight. I'll treat you to a drink!"

Yang Wenhao's words instantly excited these stragglers. The days of wine and meat were much more comfortable than those in the regular army.

"Company Commander, my brothers are living like gods after following you!"

A flatterer flattered him just right, which made Yang Wenhao very proud.

"Life and death are one thing, and troubled times are like weeds!"

When Yang Wenhao was in a good mood, he started humming the Peking Opera "Dingjun Mountain". He was also a fan before.

"Okay, one more!"

When Yang Wenhao heard that his brothers were cheering for him, he continued to sing:

"The head is full of drums, and the war rice is made

Two toms, tight shirt

Three-way drum, knife unsheathed

Four drums, hand over the troops..."

"Thousands of miles of majestic passes, peaks filled with fire and smoke"

…

Bah!

a gunshot

Yang Wenhao's life ended here on Qudingjun Mountain. He was hit directly in the face by a bullet and was blown beyond recognition.

The 7.92mm pointed bullet is still brutal!

Chuxiong seldom kills his fellow countrymen, but these soldiers are not good at fighting the Japanese, and they cause harm to the common people, each one more serious than the last.

This is already the third group of stragglers ambushed by the Seventh Company during this period. As long as these soldiers are not too bad, he will keep them.

As for officials, many were eliminated on the spot.

When the stragglers saw that their company commander's head had been shot, they were so frightened that they ran away with their heads in their hands.

"Bah, bah, bah!"

Chu Xiong took out his cannon and fired three shots into the sky.

"We are the Eighth Route Army, we will not kill you if we turn down our guns!"

As soon as the stragglers heard the command "Hand down your guns and don't kill", they immediately raised their hands and surrendered as if they were hearing the sound of nature.

The Seventh Company's soldiers were killed without a fight and dozens of soldiers were captured.

Two hours later, Majia Village

When he heard Ergouzi, who was in charge of the lookout at the entrance of the village, shouting that he was crossing the troops again, Village Chief Ma almost fainted of course.

"We have just sent away a group of troops, and another army has arrived! Are we going to let the township party members live?"

Village Chief Ma complained in his heart. As the village chief, he still wanted to take a look.

Don't hit anyone with a smiling face. Now that these soldiers are here, even if they have no money or food, they still have to have a smiling face.

Village Chief Ma showed off his two missing front teeth when he smiled:

"Boss, welcome to our village, bosses. I am the village chief Ma Daqing! This is?"

Village Chief Ma was a little confused. This group of soldiers actually came with the grain that they had brought from the village at noon. He knew the carts carrying grain, and one of them belonged to his family.

"Hello, Village Chief Ma, we are the Eighth Route Army!

You don’t have to be afraid, we are a team of ordinary people, dedicated to fighting against the Japanese!"

Village Chief Ma didn't know how to answer Yang Wei's words.

Today's soldiers are said to be fighting the devils, but they are no better than the devils when they rob the common people!

Chu Xiong next to him understood it at a glance...

Many of today's common people have never seen the Eighth Route Army, or even heard of it. Who knows what kind of gods you are?

Trust not only takes time, but also requires seeing real things!

You have red lips and white teeth, why should the people believe you?

Yang Wei also wanted to introduce what the Eighth Route Army did, but Chu Xiong stopped him.

"Lao Yang, I'll do it!"

After Chu Xiong finished speaking, he turned to Village Chief Ma and said straight to the point:

"Fellow fellow, we are here to return your grain and silver coins!

The group of ruffians who robbed your food have been wiped out by our Eighth Route Army. Come over and count the food and silver coins!"

Ma Daqing couldn't believe his ears and looked at Chu Xiong in confusion.
Chapter completed!