Ronin: Start with the cotton

Chapter 7 The Sly Storyteller
Qiao Shan jumped straight onto the carriage.

Gunshots continued behind me,

Several groups of little devils converged, lined up and raised their guns to shoot, but they could only watch helplessly as the carriage rode away in the distance.

……

Collapsed on the carriage, Qiao Shan touched his back, the coarse linen shirt was completely soaked with sweat,
Hearing the farther and farther gunshots, Qiao Shan turned his back to the sky, his chest heaved and heaved, he greedily breathed in the fresh air, his eyes stared straight at the spotless blue sky, and suddenly he grinned loudly.

"Haha...hahaha..."

Are movies and reality different?
So exciting!
Qiao Shan didn't know how to describe this feeling, he just felt that his mood was extremely smooth!

……

"Uncle Shunzi, are you not injured?"

The youngest asked worriedly.

"No." Qiao Shan sat up and rubbed his sore legs: "Don't go to the train station, the little devils seem to be chasing after you, let's take them for a walk in the mountains first."

"okay!"

"By the way, where is the old storyteller Xu?"

Qiao Shan found out that the storyteller had disappeared,

He won't be caught by the little devil, or shot to death, right?

In the movie, the storyteller escaped safely in the end. If he was killed because of himself, it would be a crime!
……

The youngest thought about it, and said:

"The storyteller is fine. He took a small path and climbed over the wall, and has escaped from the village. I was afraid you would not find me, so I didn't go with him."

Upon hearing this, Qiao Shan patted the youngest on the shoulder emotionally, and said seriously:

"Youngest, from now on, you are my own nephew! From now on, as long as I have a sip of soup, I will have your big ribs! After we join the Eighth Route Army and drive away the little devils, I will find a way to continue your life." Damn, let you give birth to a fat boy!"

It is pitiful to say that the youngest has been a bachelor for more than 20 years.

In Shunzi's memory,
Ever since she was sensible, the youngest has lived alone with her ancestral cotton bow.

Later, Shunzi was entrusted by the father of the family to the youngest,

Start learning the art of picking cotton.

Only then did he know that even though the youngest had begged for a wife when she was young, she fell ill right after she got married, and passed away within two years, leaving no children behind.

……

The youngest said cheerfully:

"Uncle Shunzi, you said this, you can't go back on your word!"

"No regrets!" Qiao Shan smiled.

Although Shunzi and the youngest were only distant relatives, he and the youngest were not related at all.

But with the youngest by my side,
In this strange era, Qiao Shan also has a sense of belonging in his heart.

He took the package out of his pocket,
I plan to study this little devil's strategic attack map, maybe the eyes of the world in the future can study the current war situation from this, and capture some key information.

But as soon as he opened it, Qiao Shan's expression changed, he gritted his teeth and said:
"Damn storyteller! Boss! Let's go back to the village... No! Let's go to the station!"

The storyteller actually swapped the strategy map!

……

When is it
Qiao Shan replayed the video, and finally locked the time on the scene that the storyteller wanted to copy.

It must have been at that time, when the storyteller took advantage of Qiao Shan's explanation of how the youngest spoke Japanese, he dropped his libretto and strategic attack map!

His libretto and Erzhu's strategic offensive map are wrapped in a blue-gray cloth,

The two are indistinguishable from the outside!

The corner of Qiao Shan's mouth twitched, flipped through the anti-Japanese songbook written by the storyteller in his hand, rubbed his temples, and laughed out of breath!

I couldn't help but blurted out a beautiful Chinese sentence!
Damn Gan Lin!

No wonder the storyteller suddenly compromised, it turned out that the strategy map had already been dropped!
That is to say...

What I have been protecting with my life... is a song book?
……

Although Qiao Shan was angry, he didn't really hate the storyteller.

He wasn't worried that the storyteller would hand over the strategic attack map to the Japanese. If the storyteller dropped the strategic map, he probably still didn't feel that he could complete this important task, and was worried that he would be caught by the little devil.In the final analysis, it is also for the anti-Japanese revolution.

He's just annoyed with himself,
To be deceived by the storyteller so easily!

The youngest also understood what was going on, and comforted him: "Uncle Shunzi, don't worry, we'll just find a storyteller at the station! Then I'll teach him a lesson for you! I tore off his strings, Then let's get back this ghost map again! If he doesn't give it to me, I will beat him for you!"

Qiao Shan said helplessly, "If only it were that simple!"

We must stop the storyteller before he reaches the train station!

Don't let him become a poet!

Thinking of this, Qiao Shan turned over and sat in front of the donkey cart, took the thin whip from the youngest's hand, and flicked it lightly:
"Drive! Drive!"

……

After half an hour,

Qiao Shan and the youngest got off the donkey cart and came to the train station.

Damn storyteller, I don't know how he got there, he and the youngest didn't catch up to him all the way!

"...Huangshui Railway Station...is this here?"

Qiao Shan frowned as he looked at the crowd at the train station.

There are too many people here!

Waiting for the bus, sellers, burden-carriers, drivers squatting in the corner smoking pipes, wives in cheongsams, well-dressed students, businessmen in cars... There are so many people in one place!
The youngest looked up on tiptoe and confirmed:

"It's here! There is only this train station in eight towns, so the storyteller must be here!"

"That's good!" Qiao Shan rolled up his sleeves and clenched his fists: "Let's look separately, and if we can't find it, come back here and meet up!"

The devil's personnel carrier was still chasing after him,

He must find the storyteller as soon as possible!

……

A few minutes later,

Qiao Shan got out of the crowd with sweat profusely.

After a while, the youngest also got out, lifted the corner of his clothes and wiped the sweat on his face, and said with a sad face:
"Uncle Shunzi, have you found a storyteller?"

"No……"

Too many people!There is no way to find it!
The youngest said: "It stands to reason that our carriage should be faster than the two legs of the storyteller! Could it be that the storyteller is not walking the same way as us, and hasn't come yet?"

Qiao Shan was a bit of a Muggle at this time, but he still insisted:
"It's possible, but we can't just wait here and look for it!"

"Okay! Then look for it!"

The youngest shook his arm, and was about to dive into the crowd weakly.

……

At this time, a voice suddenly sounded in the ears of the two:

"Are you waiting for someone?"

Qiao Shan blinked, and when he turned around, he saw a middle-aged man in a long gown and a hat leaning beside the two of them, with a look of anticipation in his cautious eyes.

Meet that somewhat familiar face again,

Qiao Shan immediately recognized that this was the shopkeeper Qin Er who was sent by the shopkeeper to intercept the strategic attack map:
Qin Gui!

(End of this chapter)