I want to be a good person

Zhangbei County is located in the Bashang area on the southern edge of the Mongolian Plateau. It has a typical plateau hilly landscape and dangerous terrain. The names of the natural villages are mostly based on the terrain, and many of them have gullies. It is known as the first county in the Bashang area.

The terrain along the way was different, and the beauty of the scenery could not withstand the wind and sun. With a dark face and untidy beard after being massaged by the wind and sand, Zhang Aiguo approached Zhangbei County.

All the captured horses were the same, without any brands or numbers, which made it convenient for Zhang Aiguo to use them.

You have to know that Chahar has a cavalry division stationed there. Zhang Guo feels that he can still handle it and is capable of fighting back at the squad level, but he is a bit helpless above the platoon level.

At this time, the Mongolian grasslands had fallen into the control of the Japanese, who were using it as a springboard to wait for an opportunity to poison the entire Chahar.

Bandits mainly grew and prospered during the Japanese occupation period. Due to the collapse and frequent changes of regimes, they lost basic control over the vast areas under their jurisdiction. The deserters and the repeated jumping between various regimes led to rapid development. In addition, there were a large number of guns among the people of the Republic of China, which became a disaster.

Zhang Aiguo rode his usual chestnut horse and carefully selected all the captured horses on the grassland.

There is a folk saying about horse selection: Look at the skin from a distance, look at the limbs and hooves from close up. Look at the chest width from the front, look at the buttocks from the back. Pinch the waist, stroke and squeeze the nose. Shake it three times in front of the eyes, and look carefully at the mouth.

Finally, four best horses were selected, and the rest were prepared to be sold in Shanghai as foreign horses. There were more than 30 horses, which were worth a lot of money. Once they were brought to Shanghai, each horse could be sold for at least 70 yuan.

The few horses hit by stray bullets can only be stored as cooked food, but a small number of horses were stained with blood, and eating blood-soaked buns can be used to cure diseases.

To ride a good horse, you need a good saddle. A set of good saddles can be worth 8 dollars. I selected a few sets of wooden and leather saddles with simple patterns and kept them, as well as a full set of stirrups, horse bits and other items. The accessories on the horse also include silver and copper inlays. At the end of the prosperous period of the handicraft industry, many skills were lost.

A notice was posted at the gate of Zhangbei County, and several policemen in yellow uniforms were checking people coming in and out.

"stop"

"Hello, Boss"

Zhang Aiguo got off the horse and greeted with a smile.

"what for?"

"Boss, I'm a fur dealer. Why don't we take advantage of the hot weather and come to Zhangbei to see if we can get some suitable goods."

"Where's the road permit?"

"Road permit? Is this it?"

Zhang Aiguo stretched out his hand, holding a silver dollar.

The other party took it and felt it was very good and familiar, just like a mahjong player who could feel out the cards. It was all the same story as the oil seller.

"Well, good, come in."

"Thank you, Boss. What's on this wall?"

"The wanted poster in Zhangjiakou said that the owner of Yihesheng killed two policemen and might have fled outside the city."

"Thank you for your explanation, sir. I am just like a blind man if I can't read. Please go on with your work and I will go to the city first."

The police waved his hands and ignored it.

The value of an ocean has been exhausted.

Everything has its own attributes and prices. It depends on whether you are willing to pay for it. Different levels and perspectives will show different things. As the saying goes, one man’s meat may be another man’s poison.

Witnessing the intensity of the police's search, it seemed like the search was fake, but they were actually taking the opportunity to make money. That's the kind of person who even dares to kill his superiors. What if we meet him?

Although Zhang Aiguo's face turned black, his facial features were still somewhat similar to those on the notice. The key point was that the police's attention was not on the notice, but on the opportunity given by their superiors.

I think it's the same routine in the city. The extension and over-interpretation of policies are entirely based on considerations of interests. The pursuit of a better quality of life, fine wine, beautiful women, precious horses and gold and silver are everyone's ultimate dream.

Should we consider everyone first and ourselves later, or should we satisfy our own needs before thinking about everyone else? This is an unsolvable question and there is no correct answer. The world still consists of ordinary people, and having more smart people is not necessarily a good thing.

After entering the city, which was not very big, I found a shop selling braised meat.

The mule cart was pulling the dead warhorse.

"Is the shopkeeper here?"

"Come on, sir, what can I do for you?"

"here"

The shopkeeper had sharp eyes and had already noticed the dead horse on the mule cart.

"Sir, what is this?"

“All processed meat”

"Sir, it may take a few days. There are a lot of things."

"It's okay. Do you have a vacant room? Rent it to me on the way."

“Sir, this?”

"What, inappropriate?"

Zhang Aiguo's eyes were bright, and occasionally a hint of ferocity flashed in them.

The shopkeeper smelled blood, which was human blood. It was normal for him to feel worried, as no one wanted to cause trouble.

"Don't be afraid, I'm from a legitimate company, so feel free to do it. I'll pay you first."

"It's not about the money, sir..."

"Okay, stop talking, let's just leave it at that."

Two dollars were thrown over and the mule cart was led straight into the yard.

"Sir, we are mainly slaughtering livestock, and we are afraid of disturbing you."

"It's okay. I've seen a lot of life and death."

The shopkeeper had no choice but to call his employees to help unload the car.

After drawing water from the well, Zhang Aiguo washed the mule and cleaned the blood stains on the body of the mule.

The shopkeeper brought two plates of braised meat and a bowl of oat noodles and fish.

“The oat noodles are good and delicious.”

"Thank you sir for the compliment on my wife's craftsmanship."

"Boss, I heard that Zhangbei's oat noodles are the best, and they also have mushrooms."

"Sir, you really understand."

“That’s it.”

"Okay, I'm going to go out and buy some. Here, this is for a few days' room and food."

Zhang Aiguo handed over another two dollars.

People die for money and birds die for food. This is an eternal law.

"It's too much, sir. I'm so sorry. It's a honor for you to stay here."

Different times have different circumstances. He who knows the current affairs is a hero.

The shopkeeper has achieved the goal of not being able to resist or refuse, and might as well enjoy the crisp sound of the ocean.

Not to mention the captured horses, on the way here, Zhang Aiguo got a total of 1520 silver dollars in silver notes, three small bags of gold sand, more than 60 silver dollars in cash, and copper coins from the bandits.

There were 6 box pistols, one each of a Gold Hook rifle and a Mannlicher rifle, 1891 Mosin-Nagant M3 Cossack rifles, and 3 Hanyang-made rifles. The box pistols had relatively more matching bullets, while the rest had about to rounds.

A 95 cm long 1927-style Chasik cavalry sword with a wooden handle and a brass grip, carved with spiral anti-slip patterns and fish roe ground patterns. The handle is in the classic Chasik eagle head shape, with no obvious markings and no red color. It should have been used in foreign military operations.

In addition there was a goose-feather knife, a Manchu bow and quiver, two Mongolian scimitars, two Mongolian ox-horn bows, and two quivers of arrows. The composition of this team was quite complex, and the range of weapons was a bit wide. Seeing that things were not going well, some bandits escaped.

Zhang Aiguo had some complicated thoughts, so he decided to leave as soon as possible and head straight for the Northeast.

Four days later, Zhang Aiguo bought a few bags of oat noodles, some mushrooms, leather goods, his own horse meat, and bought two exquisite leather bags to hold water and wine respectively.

A scimitar, a Mongolian bow, a quiver, a rolled-up bag and a pair of Mongolian boots were hung on the chestnut horse under his crotch.

Let the horse run free and walk on the road.