Ronin: Start with the cotton

Chapter 3 The devil is here!

While asking, Qiao Shan and the youngest sat in the front row,
He took out another piece of sesame seed cake from the bag, broke it in half, and ate it with the tea.

The simple biscuits and rough tea touched Qiao Shan's heart inexplicably.

……

"Hey! What's the matter with you! Why did you make trouble when you first arrived?"

The storyteller knocked on the table, pointed to a few slogans pasted on the wall pillars next to him and said:

"Look what's written on that pillar!"

Qiao Shan turned back, saw the slogan written on the pillar, and read:

"Passing guests, don't forget your luggage?"

Looking at another wall pillar, he said:
"One cup of tea, no competition or grabbing?"

……

"Hey! You really understand, but what I'm talking about is not those two passages, but this sentence." The storyteller pointed to another pillar and said:

"Talk about the world! Stop talking about state affairs!"

In this era of war and chaos, warlords separatist regimes, and the time when little devils invaded in an all-round way, ordinary people did not dare to talk about state affairs.

If this spreads accidentally, and some military master is upset, it may be a matter of losing his head!
"I don't know the situation on the front line!"

Mr. Storyteller glanced at his fellow countrymen under the stage, then glanced at the shopkeeper of the teahouse standing at the door, changed his mind, thought of his newly edited libretto, and suddenly changed his words: "However, I can give you a Tell me about the Eighth Route Army beating devils!"

The owner of the teahouse here is as timid as a mouse. He only wants him to talk about Pingshu according to the scriptures, and dare not let him talk about state affairs.

But what's the use of being afraid, now the devils are about to enter the city...

……

"Hey, young man, have you ever seen a devil?"

Pretending not to see the wink from the shopkeeper of the teahouse, the storyteller looked at Qiao Shan and asked.

"never seen it……"

"Then have you seen the Eighth Route Army?"

"never seen it……"

"That's easy. Not only can I speak, but I can also sing for you!"

The storyteller thought of showing off, rolled up his cuffs, took out a song book wrapped in brown cloth from his arms, carefully opened it and spread it on the table, picked up the sanxian, cleared his throat, and sang in tune:

"The Eighth Route Army is amazing! It won battles from east to west, from north to south..."

……

The youngest was immediately happy below, and said with a hey smile:

"Uncle Shunzi, this thing is the same as my cotton bow!"

Qiao Shan nodded absent-mindedly, got up and left suddenly, and said, "Listen first, youngest, I have a stomachache, go to the toilet."

Ten seconds later,

Qiao Shan was overwhelmed by the smell of the toilet!
It's too hot!

Standing at the gate outside the courtyard of the teahouse, Qiao Shan looked expressionlessly at the village outside.

……

"Things develop according to the plot of the movie, that is to say, the little devils will chase Erzhu into the village after a while..."

Qiao Shan sighed.

Strictly speaking, he was not a man of high morals.

If an old man fell down on the road, Qiao Shan might not even help him up.

He didn't want to gamble his future with his heart.

But if you travel back to the Anti-Japanese War era, and you ask him if he dares to fight against the Japanese and fight devils, his answer is yes!

"Anyway, he is a person who has received nine years of compulsory education, so he can't grow up to live to 50 yuan..."

……

After making up my mind, I went back to the tea house, and the storyteller was still talking:

"The Japanese devils lost their courage at Pingxingguan, but they still took down Taiyuan City with their planes and cannons. The planes of the Japanese devils... are really powerful! There are tens of thousands of bombs Throw it down..."

"Boom boom boom ~ woo woo ~"

The sound of the plane passing high in the sky sounded, and then the sound changed, as if the plane dropped a bomb from the sky,
"Swoosh...bang!"

All the guests in the room were fascinated by the story, and they had already integrated into the story told by the storyteller. When they heard the fake ventriloquism, their expressions changed drastically, and they stood up from their stools in shock, wanting to run away in a panic.

The storyteller hurriedly comforted everyone, took out the whistle from his mouth, and explained:

"Everyone... don't be afraid! Hehe, this is my little ventriloquism!"

Although it was an explanation, there was a bit of complacency on his face.

This is his specialty!
"By the way, this plane of the Japanese devils is strafing and throwing bombs in the sky, da da da da da... just like the waterfall on Lushan Mountain, flying down three thousand feet, it is suspected that the Milky Way falls nine days... Boom! "

A ventriloquist can be said to shock everyone!
……

"Hey, what are you doing?"

The storyteller was talking happily when he suddenly saw Qiao Shan walking to the table and picking up his gavel.

boom!
As soon as the gavel sounded, the teahouse fell silent instantly, only the sound of the pot of water boiling...

Qiao Shan looked at the people in the teahouse, and said in a deep voice:
"Folks! It's not good! Something big happened!
Just now I saw a group of little devils at the door, and they are coming towards our village!Everyone, go home and take your family to escape to the mountains together! "

He can't wait here for the little devils to come, he has to let the fellow villagers leave first.These little devils are not things, they can do anything, and it is dangerous to hide at home. The safest way is to escape to the mountains before the little devils come.

……

Qiao Shan's words were more shocking than the gavel tree, and everyone immediately became confused.

"What? The devil is here?"

"real or fake?"

"Young people, don't talk nonsense, how could the devil hit us here!"

"This child was frightened by the storyteller..."

"What if the devil really comes?"

"Ouch! My silly woman is still at the entrance of the village!"

"Go home first! Go home first!"

"Shopkeeper, then I'll go back too!"

……

Everyone knew how cruel the little devil was. Seeing Qiao Shan's serious expression, he didn't look like he was joking. Although the villagers still had doubts, after some commotion, they ran out very honestly.

The crowd dispersed in the blink of an eye!

But within two to three minutes, only the teahouse shopkeeper and the storyteller were left on the scene, and even the buddies ran home and carried their old lady up the mountain.

The business of the shopkeeper of the teahouse went down in an instant, but he didn't dare to provoke public anger, so he could only grab Qiao Shan and asked eagerly:

"The devils are really here?"

"Really! I saw it, the devils are all holding guns!"

Qiao Shan spoke nonsense without blinking.

……

The storyteller silently put away the libretto, carried the sanxian on his back, and ran out with his head down.

The youngest hid in the corner holding the pumice bow, before he realized what to do, he said a little too late:
"Uncle Shunzi, then we should..."

"Bang! Bang!"

Before he finished speaking, two gunshots suddenly sounded at the entrance of the village!
Qiao Shan's expression changed, and his heartbeat slowed down by half a beat.

Fuck!unlucky!

The little devil of the dog day is really here!

……

"Ouch!"

As soon as the storyteller ran to the door, he was knocked to the ground by a figure before he stepped over the threshold.

Two pillars!

Qiao Shan saw the military cap the visitor was wearing, and instantly confirmed the visitor's identity!
"Youngest! Go and close the door!"

Qiao Shan ran over and helped Erzhu up, and found that Erzhu had been shot in the arm, and his face had turned pale because he had lost too much blood when he escaped.

"I, I am... eight..."

The storyteller looked at Erzhu's hat and confirmed, "... the Eighth Route Army?"

"He's the younger brother of the Eighth Route Army! Don't ask, just help him into the house!"

Qiao Shan avoided Er Zhu's wound and helped him up, the storyteller quickly helped him up on the other side, and they carried Er Zhu into the teahouse.

"Youngest! Come back!"

……

Bang!

After a few moments, the door was violently kicked open, and two little devils came in with guns in their hands, rummaging through boxes and cabinets, with a fierce tone, and kept yelling blunt Mandarin:
"Xiaobalu! Come out quickly!"

Behind the stove, the three of Qiao Shan held their breaths and concentrated.

Hearing the sound of the two little devils' search getting closer, Mr. Storyteller looked at Qiao Shan, nodded towards him, and put the whistle in his mouth solemnly.

The next moment, the "roar of the plane" suddenly sounded!
"Boom boom boom..."

Immediately afterwards, the "sound of falling high-altitude shells" also sounded.

The two little devils looked up at the sky. They didn't see the plane, but only saw the dilapidated beams of the teahouse, but they still subconsciously lay down and hugged their heads to protect themselves.

It's now!

Qiao Shan's eyes were fixed, without the slightest hesitation, he seized the opportunity to stand up, and slammed the two water bottles in his hands onto the two little devils!
The kettle is not heavy, and it won't hurt anyone if you drop it.
But the water inside is freshly boiled, a pot full of boiling water!
……

(End of this chapter)