"Have you heard that the little Japanese in the county are all gone, and the Imperial Army soldiers standing on the street all have new faces. They don't seem to be the same gang of guys from our county."
"You know what the heck, maybe the Japanese soldiers went to fight against the Eighth Route Army, and the Imperial Army in the county might have moved in from elsewhere. Didn't you see them still collecting money at the city gate?"
Zhao Zhi, who was wearing plain clothes, and Yu Dazhi were sitting in the Yunpeng Teahouse in the county seat, listening to the comments of the people around him and secretly laughing. The Imperial Association Army soldiers collecting money at the city gate were all pretended to be members of the Communist Party and the Jinsui Army.
, it’s their business to take black money and bully the people.
They are good at shows, and besides, they only collect money based on who is serving food, and they do not collect money from everyone who enters the city. In order to implement his plan smoothly, Zhao Zhi must try his best to maintain the status quo before other nearby Japanese troops discover the abnormality in Zhangwu County.
Being able to speak Japanese, he and Ye Kong were divided into two shifts to guard the phone in Hashimoto Mayama's office. As long as there was a call, the two of them would just deal with it. There was only one excuse, Hashimoto Mayama was leading troops to suppress the Eighth Route Army.
It is estimated that they will not be able to return to the county seat in the near future. After such a call, Zhao Zhi locked up most of the captured Imperial Army soldiers in the compound to work, and the remaining prisoners were sent to Caoling Coal Mine for labor reform. If there is no coal, the county seat
The power plant here is on strike.
"I heard that not only Jin Yunbiao is sick, but also those guys who used to lick the Japanese's butts are sick and hiding at home. Yesterday, Cao Shiyuan from the front street suddenly died. It was said that he died of a sudden illness. What do you think?
Nothing happened." A tea guest muttered to his seatmate in a low voice. As long as people are full, they like to talk about other people's affairs in a trivial manner. The same is true for these tea drinkers.
"Shit, I heard that Cao Shiyuan didn't die of illness." A tea guest with a round face and parted hair looked around and said in a low voice, "Do you still remember what happened early yesterday morning when the Imperial Army refused to let people go out?
, heard
Cao Shiyuan was taken away by several soldiers and was already dead when he was brought back. The cook who came out to buy vegetables said that Cao Shiyuan had his head smashed by a bullet. He might have lived in the big courtyard.
What the Japanese did”
"Bah, he deserves it." A lean old man spat on the ground, "Cao Shiyuan should have died a long time ago. Not to mention that during the severe drought a few years ago, his family refused to reduce land rent and forced so many farmers to death.
,The Japanese just arrived
At that time, he sent two maids to the Japanese in a hurry. Poor those two little girls. They were only sixteen years old and they were tortured to death by the Japanese. They were evil, they were really evil. "Old man
His hands slapped the table hard.
"That is, the only son of his family is not a good person. He usually relies on the support of the Japanese to do things that bully men and dominate women. Wasn't it the case that Feng Tofu's wife on West Street was snatched away by him?
Is that right? If you get tired of playing with it, just give it away.
The provincial capital was sold into a brothel. You think, why don't his family die? It would be better if they die." Many tea guests followed the old man's words and complained. It seems that Cao Shiyuan's family is nothing.
Good thing, there is quite a lot of public anger in the county.
"You guys, let's just talk here." The teahouse owner came over and filled everyone's teapots one by one with water. "The Cao family has stuffed a lot of money with the Japanese. You said that Cao Shiyuan was taken over by the Japanese?"
You didn't see it with your own eyes. Maybe it's just a rumor and it can't be true." The shopkeeper was doing it for everyone's benefit, and he would be wrong if he said too much, so the tea guests just laughed and changed the subject and chatted about something.
Short topics for parents.
"Let's go." Zhao Zhi just glanced at Yu Dazhi lightly, then stood up and walked out of the teahouse. Yu Dazhi, who was sitting there and listening with great interest, saw that Zhao Zhi had already stood up, so he threw a piece of ocean on the table.
follow step by step
Following Zhao Zhi, they left the teahouse together. "This gentleman, you have to make a fortune. The divine fortune teller Tiekou said that he can predict life and death." Zhao Zhi, who had just walked out of the teahouse, was blocked by an old man dressed as a Taoist priest. He rushed left and right.
It's just unavoidable.
"Looking at faces, reading words, or touching bones." Zhao Zhi waved his hand to stop Yu Dazhi and just smiled. He had never believed in such tricks. In his previous life in the United States, there was a gypsy witch who cried
He shouted and counted Zhao Zhi once, saying frankly that Zhao Zhi was Anshun's fate.
At that time, Zhao Zhi was still in awe of metaphysics, but just two months later, Zhao Zhi was ambushed and bombed to Shanghai in 1938, so Zhao Zhi no longer believed in these ghosts and gods, and the old guy in front of him
The conversation was purely because of Zhao Zhixian, and I just wanted to find someone to talk to.
"Sir, please write a word on the paper." After sitting down at Lao Tao's hexagram booth, Lao Tao pushed the pen, ink, paper and inkstone over and gestured to Zhao Zhi to write a word on the paper. Zhao Zhi was not polite, but Lao Tao handed over
The brush came over and he wrote the character "一" on the white paper spread out. It was not that Zhao Zhi deliberately embarrassed the old man, but because he didn't know how to write with a brush, so he picked the simplest one.
"Sir, you are very human." The old Taoist looked at the word on the white paper, his expression changed a little, "The one written by the sir is simple but comprehensive. Sir, please take a look." The old Taoist took up his pen and added the word "person" on it.
"With the addition of a person, Mr.'s character becomes a big one"
, the word "big" for adults, if you add a vertical line to the word "big", the word becomes wood, metal, wood, water, fire and earth. This wood makes fire. The husband's profession is related to this fire. The fire of firearms, but metal overcomes wood, so recently
"Here, sir, someone around you has been injured by Jin."
The old Taoist looked at Zhao Zhi with a hint of arrogance like an outsider, hoping to tell something from Zhao Zhi's facial expression. The result was that the old Taoist was extremely disappointed, because Zhao Zhi was expressionless at this time.
A trace of panic flashed through Mao Laodao's heart. Could it be that
What those people told him were false. Could the young man sitting in front of him pick off his meal in anger? After sitting upright for a moment, Zhao Zhi laughed and took it from Yu Dazhi's hand.
A few pieces of ocean were placed on Lao Dao's table, and he turned around and left.
After walking out a few steps, Zhao Zhi whispered to Yu Dazhi, "Send two smart brothers to follow that old Taoist to see who he has been in contact with. If this charlatan didn't learn our details from elsewhere,
, that’s a spy sent by someone with good intentions." Yu Dazhi turned around.
Glancing at the old man, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he nodded thoughtfully. Not long after Zhao Zhi and the others left, a tea customer and a boy running a cigarette stall appeared on this street.
Every move of the old man was secretly watched and remembered by these two people.