Yueyang.

Dou Xiangwen's face was always filled with a happy smile.

He is very happy.

Because he witnessed a magical scene happen:

Japanese kill Japanese!

He wanted to look up to the sky and laugh.

Damn it, little Japan, do you have this day too?

Your Mr. Dou can make me laugh even in my dreams.

Although there was "care" from the Japanese behind him, Miyamoto Shingo died in Dongting Pavilion after all, so the place was temporarily closed.

Dou Xiangwen didn't care at all.

As soon as he was free, he ran to the Japanese garrison warehouse, brought good wine and food, and drank with the Japanese there.

He originally had a good relationship with the Japanese, but now, they are even more inseparable.

Today, in the afternoon, he called several elders of Dongting Pavilion together, and each of them gave them a sum of money, saying that it was to compensate everyone for not being open for the past two days.

This made everyone smile.

After doing this, he went back home.

When he saw that his wife Dou Feng Sulan had not left yet, he frowned: "Why are you still at home?"

"Master." Dou Fengsulan said cautiously: "I don't want to wait until you come back before I leave."

"Oh, what are you waiting for? The city gate will be closed if you wait any longer." Dou Xiangwen glared: "Hurry up and go to your cousin's place in Changsha. You are not allowed to come back without my instructions."

"Why."

"Have you brought that bag?"

"Bring it, bring it." Dou Fengsulan said quickly.

Inside the bag was Dou Xiangwen's half-life savings.

It was left to his son Dou Shuqin.

My son is going to get married in the future and give birth to a big fat grandson. Why shouldn’t he spend money everywhere?

Dou Feng Sulan was a little worried: "Master, you are so anxious for me to leave, are you okay?"

"What can happen to me?" Dou Xiangwen sneered: "Who in the whole Yueyang dares to touch me? Just two days ago, all the Japanese were killed. As a woman, it is safer for you to live in Changsha."

"Yes, sir."

Dou Feng Sulan sighed in her heart.

The master is good at everything, but he became a traitor, making the father and son look like enemies.

But as a woman, I can't meddle too much in the affairs of the gentlemen.

Dou Xiangwen finally sent his wife away.

He has nothing to worry about anymore.

"Sir, the car is ready."

The person who came in was Shui Bao, his personal servant who had been with him for several years.

"Well, let's go then."

A donkey cart was already waiting outside.

There were five wooden barrels and two large lunch boxes on the donkey cart.

"Let's go."

Dou Xiangwen said as he got on the donkey cart.

Shui Bao silently drove the donkey cart.

"Shui Bao, we're here, you'd better go back first." Dou Xiangwen suddenly said.

Shui Bao, however, replied without thinking: "Master, wherever you go, I will go, you do great things, Shui Bao will follow you."

Dou Xiangwen sighed softly.

This kid is so stupid.

…

"Dou Sang."

"Taijun Qigu." Dou Xiangwen jumped off the carriage and said cheerfully: "Look, the wine I mentioned the day before yesterday has arrived."

"Yoshi!"

Qi Gu smiled happily.

"Come on, come on."

Dou Xiangwen was an old acquaintance here, so he called two Japanese soldiers: "Bring a bucket down, and we'll drink from this bucket tonight."

Shui Bao jumped on the donkey cart and helped carry out the outermost barrel of good wine.

Then, Dou Xiangwen took down two more large lunch boxes: "Here, great food, let's not get drunk tonight!"

“I’ll never stop until I’m drunk, I’ll never stop until I’m drunk!” Qiya smiled happily.

"You guys prepare it first. I'll put the rest of the wine in the warehouse."

"Dou Sang, I'll ask someone to help you."

"Why are you helping me? This place is just like my home. Hurry up and heat up the food."

"Okay, Dou Sang, yours is the greatest good man in Yueyang!"

Qiya didn't think much about it at all.

Dou Xiangwen is an old friend, he can come in anywhere at will.

Dou Xiangwen and Shui Bao drove away the donkey cart and entered the warehouse.

There are only two people standing guard outside such a large warehouse.

This is Yueyang, and there has never been a Chinese armed force.

Dou Xiangwen was also an old acquaintance with them. When they met, each of them threw a pack of cigarettes to them: "In the evening, Mixi Mixi, there will be plenty of good wine and food."

"Dou Sang, if you keep doing this, we will easily become fat."

The two Japanese soldiers laughed wildly.

…

Shui Bao led the donkey cart in front.

Dou Xiangwen stood on the donkey cart, opened a wooden bucket, took out a wooden spoon, scooped out the oil inside, and poured it on the supplies one by one.

That's gasoline!

"Shui Bao, how many years have you been with me?"

"Five years, sir."

"My master is going to die today, why do you have to accompany me to the funeral?"

"Master, without you five years ago, I would have been dead. My father has told me since I was a child that if someone has helped you, you have to risk your life to repay them."

"Your dad is also a person. Stop the car."

The donkey cart stopped.

Dou Xiangwen jumped out of the car: "It's too slow to pour the gasoline on them. Come and join me and pour all the gasoline on them."

Two people carried down a wooden barrel and poured all the gasoline inside onto the supplies.

Then, there was another wooden barrel.

Three of the five barrels are filled with gasoline!

"You can't go there. There are still several little Japans there."

Dou Xiangwen gasped: "Shui Bao, let me tell you a secret. Your master is a member of the military commander!"

Shui Bao just said "oh".

In his opinion, whether the master is a military commander or not, it has nothing to do with him.

"Fuck, play the piano to a donkey."

Dou Xiangwen took out the match.

Shui Bao untied the donkey and slapped it hard:

"Go ahead."
To be continued...