Three and a half women in four courtyards

Chapter 75

"Ang, go to the other side! You don't need to worry about it here!" At this moment, a rough noise came from the long porridge collection line, "The porridge society is a matter of our Lianzhuang society. Your country guards are out of bounds!"

"Oh?! What do you think Lianzhuang is?" A village guard with a gun leader said fiercely, "As the captain said, the town guard team is the authentic one, maintaining the law and order in Daxigouchuan Yes! Let’s take a rest, the law and order here will be taken over by you!”

Through the noise, people discovered that Sanjieba brought dozens of village guards to Miaocha, saying that he was here to maintain law and order.

"Ang, Sanjieba, you bastard!" Xie howled and cursed at Sanjie, "This was discussed with our Lianzhuang Association and the temple. The members of the Lianzhuang Association will maintain order. You have nothing to do here, hurry up Get out of here (get out)!"

"Om? Go, go, go—what ah go! Protect, protect, protect—the township team, yes, yes, yes—to maintain, fix, fix, fix, no, no, no— —but don’t go, you, you, you, pay, pay, pay—give, give, give, give—maintain, fix, fix, fix! No, no, no— Many, just, just, just—two hundred, two, two, two—one hundred catties, small, small, small—Yonomi!” Stuttering three times did not show weakness!

Howling with anger, he ran over and gave San stutter a neck and ear hug: "Oh! What do you want? What kind of millet! I ask you to ask for it! I ask you to ask for it! Give you a neck and ear hug! (Slap) "

"Om?! Lying, lying, lying - trough!" San stammered, stunned by the sudden slap on the neck and ears, holding his breath, clutching the tip of the pistol tightly with both hands, wanting to howl, but gestured After a while, it stopped again.

"Ang, what's the matter? I can't control you anymore?!" Seeing the three-stuttering movement, Xie Howao became even angrier, patted his chest and said, "Here! I'll pierce it for you! Prick it here! Prick it? I blinked, It's a bum (spineless, swearing)! A son of a bitch!"

San stuttered and watched Xie howling, his eyes were burning, his hands tightly clutched the tip of the pistol, but he still didn't dare to make a move.

After a while, he suddenly yelled: "Oh! Mom, mom, mom! Here, here, here - I smash! All, all, all - fuck, smash, smash, smash!"

As soon as San stuttered, he saw the big stones that the village guards got from no one knew where, Qi Da suddenly rushed to the porridge pot (together), threw them into the pot, and smashed several large pots.

Some pots were not leaked, and they were overturned by the roadside, and the porridge that had been boiled was flowing on the ground.

This was a big hit, and the whole temple was thrown into chaos.

Members of the Lianzhuang Association no longer cared about maintaining order, and broke up (tearing) with the village guards.

The two sides refused to give in, some pulled their necks, and some waved their gun heads in front of each other's eyes to demonstrate.

Shouts, smashing, and crying echoed throughout the temple.

Seeing this scene, some small traders felt bad, and hurriedly cleaned up their stalls, for fear that their things would be robbed.

Look at those hungry people, yelling to grab porridge from the leaking pot.

Some people grabbed the porridge with their hands and delivered it to their mouths when their bowls were robbed, and the porridge pot was emptied in a blink of an eye.

Some hungry people picked up the broken pieces of iron pots and licked the porridge on them to eat.

The poorest child was trampled to death by others in order to grab the porridge.

When he was dying, the poor child was still holding the mixture of mud and porridge in his hand and feeding it to his mouth.

"Bah—" A gunshot rang out.

The pistol head in the hand of Sanba who was yelling (yelling loudly) suddenly flew away.

After being hit, the head of the gun flew directly to a pine tree with a thick bowl mouth, and it happened to be stuck on the pine tree.

Everyone in the whole ditch cast their eyes in the direction of the gunshot.

At this time, everyone saw dozens of people standing on the mountain ridge in the direction of the first turnout, and the leader was Fei Fei on the grass where Jin Shengtai was beating devils.

Seeing that it was flying on the grass, San stuttered and sat on the ground with a thump.

The other town guards looked at it, oh, isn't that the old officer, run away quickly.

The village guards didn't dare to breathe, and one by one sneaked from behind the crowd to the direction of the second road switch.

When I stuttered, I thought to myself that these bastards would forget me as the captain when they saw the grass flying on the grass. He ran in the direction of the second turnout.

The members of the Lianzhuang Association saw that the township protection team had run away, and restored order.

From the four emperors, ask someone to help set up the iron pot, and re-ignite the fire to cook porridge.

Xi Niehao returned to his porridge shed and saw that the two stalls of Mao Ke and fried soybeans were all robbed, and couldn't help cursing: "Ang! These three stammers are getting more and more confiscated (temperance)! Wait for me to go back and settle accounts with you!"

Caoshangfei saw that the village guard team had run away, so he didn't chase after him. Instead, he found an empty field on the hillside, rectified his formation, and started training.

More than 30 people sang songs while training, and followed the tune of the song to form:

"Get up! Get up!

People who don't want to be subjugated slaves!
Mountains and rivers shattered, homes destroyed,
Parents are cannon fodder.

stand up!stand up!
People who don't want to be subjugated slaves!
Mountains and rivers shattered, homes destroyed,
Parents are cannon fodder.

What's the use of keeping our heads?
Grab a knife and gun and rush forward!

stand up!stand up!
People who don't want to be subjugated slaves!
Mountains and rivers shattered, homes destroyed,
Parents are cannon fodder.

What's the use of keeping our heads?
Grab a knife and gun and rush forward!

kill!kill!kill!

kill--! "

The people flying on the grass all morning were training and singing.

After the hungry people begging for porridge drank the porridge, they watched their training and listened to their singing.

A starving man was so moved by the song that he shed tears.

When it was almost noon, someone in the grass flying team suddenly played an allegro.

Those who know him, know that the allegro player is the well-known local storytelling king——Wang Xiazi.

Everyone is so strange, a storyteller, why did he join the army?
Just listen to Wang Xiazi singing along with the allegro rhythm:
"The devils have come to cause famine,

The child's wife went to flee famine.

Drink porridge every day to strengthen your life,
I am so hungry that I stick my heart to my back.

Having porridge is considered a good day,
I drank until my stomach rattled.

How many days can the master give porridge?
See Hades once seven days pass.

To live, pick up a gun.

Go to Liangbufu to settle accounts.

To be a soldier is to have a way of life,
Kill the devils and eat dry food. "

After Wang Xiazi had an allegro, more than thirty people sat down to rest, and took out dry food from their backpacks to eat together.

"Oh? There are really dry food to eat! There are also bean buns, sticky bean buns!" Someone looked at what they ate and was very envious.

"Oh, there are rice cakes!"

"Oh! It's great to be a soldier, and have dry food to eat!"

"Oh?! I saw it! There are also white flour steamed buns!"

……

Some hungry people watched the team flying on the grass eating dry food, and their eyes glowed strangely.

A woman led a fourteen or fifteen-year-old child to the side of the team and asked timidly, "Oh, can my son be a soldier? Please accept him and give him something to eat. If he survives, he will be shot!" "

Blind Wang immediately stepped forward and said, "Oh? Oh, the child is a little young!"

"If you don't serve as a soldier, you will starve to death!" The woman continued to ask, "Ang, can soldiers really eat dry food?"

"No problem, beat devils and eat dry food!" Blind Wang said.

"Oh, well, my son is old and eighteen, let him go with you!" A man in his 50s ran over and said.

"Ah, middle! Middle! Good, good." Blind Wang said, "You two children are accepted! We welcome you two to join the Chilechuan Volunteer Army Ethnic Detachment! Go over there and register! Four steamed buns."

(End of this chapter)