Three and a half women in four courtyards

Chapter 78

"Ah, folks, be quiet and pay attention!" Xie Dahao stood in front of the crowd and spoke, pointing to Doihara Er and said, "This is the leader of our Chilechuan Opium Working Group, Nita-kun Doihara, a famous Japanese agricultural expert."

After the translator quietly talked with Doihara Er for a while, Doihara Er stood up and nodded to everyone, then sat down.

"Now, Mr. Doihara Ertai is giving everyone the technology to get rich. In the future, we in Daxigouchuan will grow less food and more opium. This opium is opium, this opium, You can make a lot of money!"

As soon as everyone heard that less food was grown and more opium was grown, they began to clamor:
"Oh? Plant less food? Then what shall we eat! Drink the northwest wind?! Don't you go hungry?"

"Ang, last year was a disaster year, and there was no food to eat. I thought that this year would be a good year, and I would turn around. What can I do if I don't grow food!"

"Yes, what is opium? Big smoke! Can it be eaten as food!"

"Om? Big smoke? That's a thing that harms people. Whoever gets it will go bankrupt!"

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Seeing that everyone was a little unwilling, and fearing that things would become a big mess, Xi Niehao hurriedly said: "An, everyone, don't make noise, don't make noise. Is this big smoke good or not, we don't care! The prince said to give way, so let's do it." There is nothing negotiable. Go back to my house to register and get the seeds. Don’t forget to bring money!"

When everyone hears that they have to spend money to buy seeds, they don't even want to plant them.

"Crack!" Doihara Er suddenly slapped the table and stood up, babbling a lot in Japanese, but everyone didn't understand.

I saw the interpreter translate on the side and said: "Oh, the emperor said it. Planting opium, which is what you call opium, is an important measure to develop the rural economy in Manchuria. It will improve the lives of farmers in Chilechuan and cultivate loyal and good people. Nationality is of great significance. Therefore, in Chilechuan, [-] mu of opium plantation should be developed. According to the opium planting plan, each household should have at least one mu of opium land, and large landholders should allocate [-]% of the land for opium plantation..."

Before the interpreter finished speaking, Hou Wenwu shouted angrily: "Ang, we have planted opium in our fields. If there is a disaster year or something, will you give us food?"

Shunliuhou tugged on Hou Wenwu's lapel, meaning not to talk nonsense.

But Hou Wenwu looked at Shunliuhou, and continued: "Ang, everyone's heart is like a mirror (clearly understand), big smoke, can you fill your stomach?"

As soon as Hou Wenwu brought up this quarrel, everyone immediately became choked up (noisy):

"Oh, yes, with our little land, it's not enough to grow food. How can we grow smoke?!"

"When there is too much smoke, people will be lazy. By then, won't they all become bums!?"

"Ang, go to our own land, what's wrong with planting whatever you want?"

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Hou Wenwu saw that everyone's emotions were getting up, so he said boldly: "Ang, sorghum is needed in the field, not opium!"

"Oh, yes, you want sorghum, not Dayan! You want sorghum, not Dayan!" Everyone shouted together.

Shunliuhou poked Hou Wenwu again in private, trying to tell him not to talk nonsense, but Hou Wenwu became more and more energetic.

At this time, Dohihara Er was so angry that his nose was crooked. With a wave of his hand, two military policemen rushed over and pulled Hou Wenwu out of the crowd.

Seeing it from the Four Emperors and Shunliuhou, I was secretly worried.

"Uh, yours, work against the Manchurian Anti-Japanese War!" Doihara Er said, staring at Hou Wenwu.

Before Hou Wenwu could react, his hands were bound by two gendarmes.

Doihara Er came to Hou Wenwu and said in half-baked Chinese: "Opium is a profitable crop. It is more profitable than sorghum, and it must be greatly promoted."

Hou Wenwu said: "Ang, you can't eat opium, but sorghum can fill your stomach."

"With money, do you still worry about food?" Doihara Er replied him in Japanese, and the translator immediately translated it for Hou Wenwu.

"Well, it depends on the year! In a famine year, even if you have money, you can't buy sorghum!" Hou Wenwu said, "In our own land, we have the final say! In our rare (like) land, we can grow sorghum." Sorghum and millet come out, and smoke grows from the (hate) field!"

"Rare? Response?" Doihara Er turned around and asked the translator, "What do you mean?"

"Rarity means liking, and jiying means dislike." The translator whispered.

"Baga! Qiang Keluo! (Pig)" Doihara Er cursed, turned back to the table, and sat down on the chair.

At this time, the two gendarmes released the two wolfhounds with a command.

The two wolfhounds rushed at Hou Wenwu like crazy, threw him to the ground, and began to bite him.

Hou Wenwu instinctively wanted to resist, but his hands were tied.

The two wolfhounds bit his thighs and arms, his clothes were torn into pieces, and the blood flowed out immediately, staining the ground red.

Doihara Eryi waved his hands, and the two wolfhounds immediately stopped and ran back to the two gendarmes.

Hou Wenwu, who fell on the ground, got up and stood there tenaciously. Blood flowed from his arm and fell to the ground drop by drop.

He has a very stubborn temper, and his eyes stared at Doihara Er angrily.

Shunliuhou looked at Hou Wenwu, feeling a little anxious, turned around and wanted to go home to deliver a letter to Mrs. Hou and Zhang.

But as soon as he left, he was stopped by two gendarmes.

The interpreter told everyone: "Everyone is not allowed to leave the scene casually, otherwise the Taijun's wolfhounds will chase them back."

"Hi! How's it going?" Doihara Er asked Hou Wenwu, "Do you want opium or sorghum?"

"Damn it!" Hou Wenwu scolded, "As long as I live, I won't let smoke grow in my field. It will grow a tree, and I will squeeze it, and it will grow a piece, and I will let it grow." !"

After Hou Wenwu's words were translated and relayed to Doihara Er, Doihara Er laughed and said in Japanese, "What a strong man! Since he likes sorghum so much, let him go to the sorghum field to enjoy the mooring." Sorghum stubble!"

What is this dragging sorghum stubble? At first, the people in the camp didn't understand what was going on.

I found out later, so I tied the man behind the horse's buttocks and dragged him across the sorghum field.

The sorghum stubble is as sharp as a knife, and if people drag it, how can they resist it?

As soon as the two gendarmes greeted, they stuttered and stammered, "Oh, hurry up! Come on! Put, pull, pull—horse, horse! Pull, pull, pull—here!"

The other village guards were a little hesitant at first, but the two gendarmes stared at each other, and immediately went quietly (silently) to lead the horse.

The village guards put a splint on the horse, put a harness on the horse, and fasten the harness on the horse.

Two gendarmes came over and kicked Hou Wenwu down and pushed him to the ground.

Two village guards came over and tied the noose around Hou Wenwu's ankle.

One of the guards whispered to Hou Wenwu, "Oh brother, don't blame me, I can't afford to offend this Japanese!"

Hou Wenwu ignored him, and kept yelling: "Little Japanese devil, I will fuck your eighth generation of ancestors! Plant sorghum, but not opium! Little Japanese devil, I will fuck your eighth generation of ancestors!"

Sanjie found a firecracker and tied it to the horse's tail.

Hou Wenwu saw the three stammers, and scolded him: "Ang, three stammers, you bastard! You will die! You can't marry a wife, and you will lose your children and grandchildren! Even if I'm a ghost, I can't spare you!"

Stammered, clicked his mouth, and said: "Oh, you, you, you—swear. You, you, you—swear, to, to, to—the underworld, Yan, Yan, Yan—— My lord, go, go, go—swear!"

(End of this chapter)