More than a hundred people came to the village at once, and the seats prepared before were not enough. This made Yang Qiye a little worried.

Although these Eighth Route Army soldiers looked polite and did not disturb the people, there was always a faint murderous look in their eyes, which made Yang Qiye a little frightened, fearing that a poor reception could lead to death.

Masuko Shigeo also felt that the old guy in front of him was a little afraid of him, so he tried his best to put on a smile that he thought was harmless to humans and animals, and said to Yang Qiye gently:

"Mr. Yang, don't be afraid. You may not understand our Eighth Route Army. We never harm the common people. The Eighth Route Army is one family with you!

I just heard that today is your wedding day, congratulations!

We just went to the village to have a rest while you continue to celebrate. We just let you have a place to have some hot food and won't disturb you."

Masuko Shigeo thought he was very polite, even more so than the Eighth Route Army. The purpose of his coming to Yangcun was to inquire about the whereabouts of Chu Xiong and others, and to see if they had passed by Yangcun before.

How dare Mr. Yang Qi really ignore the Eighth Route Army? Seeing that this official was quite kind in his words and deeds, he said with a smile:

"Captain Ma was joking. We are visitors. Your army seems to have just traveled a long distance. If you don't mind that our village is shabby and shabby, please invite the commander and the army to take a break in the village, have a glass of water and wine together, and have fun with the people."

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"Mr. Yang, you're very polite. Please forgive me for causing any inconvenience. Before I came here, I didn't know it was your happy event and I didn't prepare a small gift. So I offered you 100 silver dollars as a congratulatory gift!"

After Masuko Shigeo finished speaking, he waved his hand, and two people sent several packages of silver coins, which made Yang Qiye feel more proud.

The purchasing power of 100 silver dollars is not low. It is a huge sum of money. The key is that it greatly satisfies his vanity.

Yang Qiye accepted it after pretending to refuse it. Although it was only 100 silver dollars, he didn't value it so much. It depends on who gave it.

At first, everyone was so scared that they ran away, but now it’s okay, everyone can enjoy the banquet in peace!

The Eighth Route Army not only did not harm the people, but also gave a 100-yuan gift to Mr. Yang in a very understanding way;

100 yuan! It’s enough for half a banquet. The Eighth Route Army is truly a force of benevolence and righteousness!

Since Mr. Yang had received such a big gift, he naturally had to arrange for the army to come to the table to eat and drink. There were not enough seats and he had to make room for those mud-legged people in the village.

In the past, the whole family came to have a banquet, but now only one head of the family can come, and the banquet prepared is not enough.

Yang Qiye made the housekeeper promise that after the banquet, each household would be compensated with five kilograms of grain. The problem was solved and everyone was happy!

Masuko Shigeo and several officers were invited to the banquet, and the previous respectable hosts and guests did not slip away and continued to be guests;

The other soldiers were arranged to sit alone at a table with more than a dozen people, and the village head also had a table with more than a dozen people. Now they can continue to celebrate.

Naturally, Yang Fan couldn't call out anymore. The Eighth Route Army hated those who worked for the Japanese the most, so it was better not to call out and cause trouble for everyone.

Masuko Shigeo, an old Japanese soldier, was definitely a master of China and knew the customs and customs of China very well. With his deliberate flattery, Yang Qiye had completely let down his guard and started drinking and talking with several Japanese soldiers.

After three rounds of wine and five flavors of food, Masuko Shigeo began to use words to trick Yang Qiye and others, intentionally or unintentionally. This was the real purpose of his coming here.

"Captain Ma, your army is really a benevolent and righteous army. Yangcun has not had a large army for many years. Just now, everyone was so scared that they were ready to run away."

Masuko Shigeo smiled awkwardly and said:

"Mr. Yang, you have never seen our Eighth Route Army before, so it is normal for you not to understand;

We were developing in Luzhou before, but this time we were just passing by and lost contact with the brigade headquarters. All the sages are prominent figures on the ground. Has anyone heard or seen our Eighth Route Army in the past few days?"

Luo Shikai thought for a while and said:

"Captain Ma, there was a troop passing by Luojia'ao Village two days ago. They didn't enter the village. Some villagers who were herding cattle met them. They seemed to be from the Eighth Route Army, and they were quite kind to people."

Masuko Shigeo's eyes showed joy, and he pretended to be very excited and asked Luo Shikai:

"How many people are there, dear friend?"

"Captain Ma, they are all idiots. They don't know how to count. There are so many of them that you can't even see the head. It must be two or three thousand at least."

Luo Shikai's words made Masuko Shigeo and several other officers very happy. The numbers of the Eighth Route Army were basically the same and their behavior was appropriate. It was most likely the eastward column led by Chu Xiong, and they finally found their whereabouts.

Then Masuko Shigeo and others drank more wine with Luo Shikai, intentionally or unintentionally, and by tricking him, they roughly figured out the situation and whereabouts of this unit.

As long as you understand the big picture, the rest will be easy!

After getting the necessary information, Masuko Shigeo and the other officers were in a much better mood. The troops had been wandering in the mountains for two days, and they were very tired after sleeping in the open air. The banquet prepared by Yang Qiye was also very rich, and the old devils began to feast on it.

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Yang Qiye and others also frequently toasted to Masuko Shigeo and several other officers, and the guests and hosts enjoyed the banquet.

Masuko Shigeo and several other officers could still control themselves and try to drink as little as possible, but how could the Japanese soldiers below have this awareness?

Many of them had never tasted such sumptuous and delicious wine and food in their lives. For the Japanese soldiers who regarded salted fish and rice balls as delicacies on earth, these Chinese delicacies could only be found in heaven.

At the beginning, I was quite cautious about eating, but gradually I relaxed;

The villagers at other tables were quite afraid of them at first, and some were even so scared that they couldn't even hold their chopsticks.

As time went by, the villagers discovered that these Eighth Route Army soldiers were nothing but quiet and had fierce eyes;

They lowered their heads blindly and wolfed down the food, which was even less impressive than what they were eating.

Some bold ones began to walk over and toast them, and some even approached them trying to get close.

These people just drank the toast, almost only saying "hmm", and continued to work without raising their heads, which made the people in Yangcun feel pity for the Eighth Route Army.

"Hey, how long has it been since these bosses saw meat?"

The guests of honor were having a great time outside, and it seemed that they had all forgotten that there was a respectable eldest nephew of the Yang family who did not show up. Even Yang Qiye almost forgot about it, and just drank and chatted with Masuko Shigeo and the others, feeling somewhat complacent!

Yang Fan, who was in the secret room of the Yang family, also wished that others would not think of him, because he was pressing Luo Xiaoyu into the bridal chamber for his seventh uncle, and he was a little happy and reluctant to miss Shu.

I don't know how long it took, but Yang Fan got agitated and finally disarmed, and Luo Xiaoyu started to cry.

"Auntie, why are you crying? We are all from the old Yang family, so it makes a difference who enters the bridal chamber first? My seventh uncle is the only one, can he compare with me?"

"You'd better stop crying. It won't do you any good if others hear you. Maybe my uncle will dip you into a pig cage!"

"If you don't tell me, no one will know if I don't tell you, and I won't be able to do anything wrong to you in the future..."

Yang Fan began to deceive Luo Xiaoyu with his sharp tongue. Xiaoyu, who had already been succeeded by Yang Fan, was no longer there. She was also afraid of being soaked in the pig cage by Master Yang Qi, but how could she get past Master Yang at night?

At this point, she could only sob and choke, hoping that she could get over it, and also hope that——
Chapter completed!