"Hey, Imperial Army, you want to eat, why didn't you tell me earlier? Why arrest someone?"
Two people were brought in front of Captain Fujiyama. One was a lady in her thirties, wearing a floral jacket and an apron. The other was a middle-aged man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks.
These two people are the boss and the proprietress of Yunlai Inn in Shamadian.
The woman's name was Sun Erniang, and the man's name was Zhang Qing. As soon as Tengshan entered the city, he started arresting people, and everyone was imprisoned in the ancestral hall. There were about 1,300 people.
Of course, there were more than just these people in Shamadian. Some people ran away when the Japanese arrested them. There were more than 700 people in total, and dozens of people were killed by the Japanese.
When the Japs wanted to arrest someone, some people were naturally dissatisfied, but they didn't want the Japs to shoot them directly. Others were beaten to death while escaping.
Therefore, among the people captured by the Japanese, only more than 1,300 people were imprisoned in the ancestral hall.
As for Sun Erniang and Zhang Qing, they found someone to cook because the Tengshan Japanese were hungry and their men were cooking like pig food.
Sun Erniang ran an inn, so the Japanese translator brought these two people to see Tengshan.
Fujiyama saw that one of the two people was fat and the other was thin, and they seemed to have no fighting ability, so he asked: "You guys, are you willing to work for the Imperial Japanese Army? I'm very grateful. I'm hungry now and need Misi Misi.
Do you understand?"
Sun Erniang said quickly: "I understand, I understand, I will cook for you right now."
Fujiyama nodded with satisfaction, then waved his hand to ask the translator to take the person down.
The translator's surname is Sun, which can be regarded as the descendant of Sun Erniang. As the old saying goes, people with the same surname and the same clan have been in the same family for five hundred years.
So the translator Sun warned: "Seeing that you are from my family, I will remind you that the imperial army is here with bad intentions this time and is here to deal with the Chinese special forces. You serve the imperial army well and I will help you when the time comes.
Please beg for mercy and avoid death, otherwise the special forces will not come tomorrow and everyone will be dead and no one can escape. Go and cook!"
After translator Sun finished speaking, he urged the two of them to cook.
Sun Erniang and Zhang Qing entered the kitchen and found that there were also Japanese soldiers in the kitchen. One of them arbitrarily asked the two of them to cook, while he stood aside with a gun and stared.
Obviously the little devils still don't trust the Chinese and are afraid that the Chinese will poison their food.
Zhang Qing nodded and bowed, but saw the kitchen knife on the chopping board.
He winked at Sun Erniang. But Sun Erniang patted his hand and signaled him not to act rashly. Because at this time, the entire inn was full of Japanese soldiers and they could not escape.
Zhang Qing nodded and took the basket to choose vegetables. Sun Erniang smiled and made a small plate of stir-fried pork for Tengshan Devil.
Of course, Tengshan Jaap didn't know how to eat. He asked Sun Erniang and Zhang Qing to eat first. When he saw that the two of them were okay, he ate the rice until his mouth was so oily that he almost ate the whole plate.
The other Japs were drooling because many of them ate pig food, and they couldn't eat that kind of food.
So someone asked Tengshan if Sun Erniang and Zhang Qing could also serve other imperial troops.
Fujiyama felt that this request was not excessive.
But I didn't expect that at this time, when translator Sun explained the matter, Erniang Sun said in a dilemma: "Brother Sun, it's not that we can't do it! There are so many people in the imperial army, how can we just serve them? This is choosing vegetables and washing rice.
How much labor does it take to cook and cook?”
Translator Sun thought the same thing, there were more than 800 people in the Fujiyama Brigade.
So he advised Fujiyama: "Your Excellency, the Imperial Army has a large number of people. The two of them are too busy to do the work, so we need to send more people."
Tengshan looked at Sun Erniang and Zhang Qing, thought for a while and asked: "You need good people to work, otherwise you will all die. Do you understand?"
"Hey, Imperial Army, how scary are you? We are just cooking, why do we have to kill people?"
Sun Erniang pretended to be scared, and translator Sun nodded and said, "Your Excellency, all good people are working hard, not to mention the imperial army is watching, so nothing will happen."
Tengshan nodded and said: "Then go ahead and do it, but no more than forty people are allowed, do you understand?"
"Hi!"
Translator Sun took the order, and then took Erniang Sun to select people.
A total of thirty-eight people were found, some were fat and thin, some were tall and some were short, some were old and some were young, men and women. Even Translator Sun could not tell anything.
But little did he know that this Shama store was far from as simple as he and the Japanese thought.
What kind of place is this Shama shop? It's a place where horse gangs run.
The caravans say they travel all over the country to do business, but in fact many people here are from bandits. They were hunted down by their enemies when they were doing side jobs, or they couldn't live with their conscience, so they changed their profession to make a living. They didn't ask for a lot of food, but just wanted to make a living.
Stable.
The same goes for Sun Erniang and Zhang Qing. The couple originally ran a black shop. They opened the shop in a remote place, and customers came to stay at night. A small amount of Mongolian sweat medicine was put down, and the people slaughtered the kitchen and left the money they carried with them.
It fell into the couple's pocket.
The two of them had been in this business for two or three years and made a lot of money. However, Zhang Qing was a gambler and had no money left behind. He also had no children.
Later, an old monk came to the shop and stayed with a young monk. Sun Erniang asked the old monk, "I have been married for seven or eight years and I have never been able to conceive a child. Please give me some advice."
In fact, what Sun Erniang meant was: You are right, I will not kill you today, otherwise you will be a dish tomorrow morning.
The old monk clasped his hands and said only one sentence, which not only saved him, but also Sun Erniang and Zhang Qing corrected their evil ways.
But what did the old monk say?
He said: Good will be rewarded with good and evil will be rewarded with evil. There are only these eight words.
Of course, the old monk has not become a Buddha, because he tells everyone so.
But Sun Erniang and Zhang Qing were guilty of being thieves, and they thought so. It was unjust to seek wealth and kill people. How could they have children?
So in order to have a son, the two of them corrected their evil ways and settled in Shamatian.
And just the second year after opening Yunlai Inn, a big fat boy was born.
Both of them said: What a spiritual man, he changed his ways, put down his butcher knife, and immediately had a son. From then on, he changed his mind and never did anything harmful to nature again.
I just didn't expect it, but something unexpected happened. The Japanese suddenly entered Shama Shop, arrested everyone they saw, and killed many people.
His son witnessed the Japanese killing people and was frightened to the point of epilepsy. He is still unable to speak.
The two men were murderous again, but they couldn't help but that their son and more than a thousand people were under the custody of the Japanese, and they didn't give them food at all. They just waited for tomorrow morning. If the Chinese special forces didn't come, everyone would be killed.
He had to be taken outside the city and shot.
Sun Erniang didn't want to sit still and wait for death, at least they had to rescue people.
Of course, the fact that two people wanted to save people still had something to do with the old monk. Because the old monk said something else: saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda! . . .