I want to be a good person

The armored train is awesome!

If there is heavy artillery, with bayonets on the cannons, a column can be destroyed by direct shooting. It is useless to have the dragon-slaying technique but no dragon-slaying sword!

Zhang Aiguo wiped the sweat off the horses' bodies with a large cotton cloth and separated the five horses to rest. He did not feed them warm water immediately for fear that their lungs would explode.

After wiping myself in the wooden house, I changed into dry and comfortable clothes, stoked the stove, cooked a pot of noodles, a big pork elbow, and a cup of corn wine.

After having a good meal and a few drinks, light a big front door and sit outside the door; the cold wind will keep you awake.

Next time I observe, I must hide and use camouflage. To be honest, I was a little too complacent and used to having everything go my way, so the iron plate was now full of dents.

Put hay, corn, sorghum in the troughs for several horses, sprinkle some salt on them, and feed each horse an egg and a carrot.

Both the man and the horse were very tired, so Zhang Aiguo decided not to move forward and temporarily set up camp at the foot of the hill.

The lactic acid in the muscles needs to be discharged slowly, and I really want to have a good sleep.

The sun came out, dispelling the fog and shining on the snow, reflecting the light. Thinking about the direction of the railroad tracks, it would be better to move forward parallel to them. The bearded horse put on a white camouflage horse clothes and the man tied a white cloak.

I put away the alarm bells, trip mines, and the thick snow. I thought about it and gave up on using bullet mines. Those were my childish ideas.

The old horse knows the way, will it lead the bearded man back to his old nest?

The reins in his hand were loose, tat-tat-tat-tat.

After walking for less than an hour, a village appeared in front of them. They pulled the reins and decided to go around it, fearing that the man with the beard might be from the village.

A few white tree crowns in the field looked like blooming ice flowers. Rime is also known as tree icicles. I didn’t appreciate them while running for my life, and the scenery was wasted.

A train whistle sounded in the distance, and the direction was correct.

I put on my goggles, and the wind was like a knife, easily blowing my skin. There were not many people on the road, it was too cold, and everyone was hibernating.

Where is this?

It was all white, and no cities or towns could be seen in the camera.

However, with the establishment of the first village, I believe the second village won’t be long in coming.

The jingling of copper bells rang out, and a horse-drawn sleigh with four or five people sitting in it was running in front. More and more people came, some walking, some riding donkeys, and some driving horse-drawn carriages. Several horse-drawn carriages drove away in a row.

A market spontaneously formed at the Guanyin Temple at the foot of the mountain, and people from all over the surrounding villages flocked here to burn incense and worship Buddha.

No one came up to talk to me because of my weird outfit. Where did my promised generosity and enthusiasm go?

Opera singers were unloading the truck, actors were warming up their voices, performing duo acts, and juggling. Roadside stalls were set up, pork was stewing in a big pot, the aroma of fried food was in the air, and seven or eight pig heads, frozen pears and persimmons were placed on the butcher block.

The goggles and white cloaks were taken off. The common people recognized the Japanese devils' stuff and were afraid of them like a tiger.

The horses were stopped to pay the fees, and iron spikes were smashed on the ground. Two older men were guarding them, with single guns on their waists.

Two men carrying five-shot rifles made in Hanyang maintained order and collected taxes from house to house.

"Uncle, two servings of dumplings, please."

"What kind of filling do you want?"

"Meat is fine."

“White meat is a bit expensive.”

"It's okay. I'll give Xiaoyang two more dumplings."

"That's good."

Ordinary people subconsciously believe that precious metals are more valuable than paper money.

In fact, paper money is credit currency, and ordinary people have been cheated badly by the previous Fengpiao, Russian rubles, silver notes from money shops, and paper money issued by various banks.

The most stable one is Yuan Datou. Sun Xiaotou, Chuanyang and other currencies are not as valuable as it.

Zhang Aiguo specifically selected and collected the version with the word "Republic" on the back and signed by Feilong, leaving it to future generations.

"Give me a bowl of Shao."

"Eat dumplings and drink wine. The more you drink, the more you have."

"That's right, nothing tastes better than dumplings, and nothing is more fun than..."

"awesome!"

"Uncle, the dumplings are delicious! Can you sell me some of those frozen dumplings as well?"

"Not cooking?"

"I am alone, so I go home and cook for myself."

"Okay, how much do you want?"

“Can you sell them all?”

"I want both. My business has just opened."

"Why don't you just go home and get it? It's all for sale anyway."

The stall owner thought about it and agreed. It was still early for lunch and there was still time for him to go home.

"Row."

"Give me your jar of liquor, too."

He carried the frozen dumplings and the jar of wine into the Guanyin Temple and put them into the space.

When I ate dumplings just now, I only dipped them in vinegar and didn’t eat any raw garlic cloves. I will have to burn incense later to avoid being disrespectful.

In Buddhism, "meat" refers to vegetables with a bad smell and odor, garlic is one of them, and "fishy" refers to meat, animal meat and eggs.

After burning incense and worshipping Buddha, the big opera at the side of the door began with the beating of gongs and drums.

The handkerchiefs in the Errenzhuan were spinning around, and the folk tune was sung with great soul.

Chest that can break rocks, invulnerable to swords and spears, monkey fist, double swords, every stall was crowded with people.

Zhang Aiguo appreciated the difference and bought some frozen pears, bone sticks, steamed corn bread made of two-grain flour, and also bought three braised pig heads, pig trotters, blood sausage, and pig liver.

What is happiness?

In troubled times, the greatest happiness is to have food, drink, clothes and companionship.

At the stall of an old scholar, Zhang Aiguo looked at a couplet that he was asked to write.

The first couplet is: Punishing evil and promoting good, slaughtering the Japanese will make God happy.

The second line means that those who punish past crimes and prevent future ones from doing so will live longer.

The horizontal banner reads "Kill them all."

Spring Festival couplets must be posted on the cabin to welcome the New Year with joy.

I blew the ink dry with my mouth and sighed in my heart that the handwriting was so beautiful.

"suddenly"

The engine noise of the sidecar caused the horses to neigh and the donkeys to bray.

Zhang Aiguo recognized it as a Japanese motorcycle at the first hearing.

"The Japs are coming."

"The Japanese are coming on their electric donkeys."

There was a panic in the market place, the singer was out of tune, the handkerchief fell to the ground, the stone breaker lifted up a stone, someone climbed up, and the iron hammer was still pretending to set up.

He was performing the Scorpion Step with two swords, but he got panicked and couldn't get up.

The child was lost, the adults were calling out in panic, the girls and young wives were rushing to hide in the temple, it was chaos, everything was in chaos.

The motorcycle stopped and was followed by a Type 94 truck.

A Japanese sergeant jumped out of the co-pilot's seat and waved his hand. A translator jumped out of the carriage with five puppet Manchukuo soldiers and two Japanese soldiers. Under the leadership of the Japanese, they broke into the market.

A crooked-handled motorcycle was mounted on the boat-shaped cabin of the motorcycle.

The car was not turned off and was waiting with black smoke coming out of the rear.

"My fellow villagers, it's the twelfth lunar month now. For the sake of harmony between Japan and Manchuria and the prosperity of the five ethnic groups, the Locust Army has come to our market to maintain law and order so that everyone can celebrate the New Year happily!"

The sergeant was very satisfied and nodded to the translator.

The translator's tail wagged even harder, his face changed, and he shouted loudly: "You, you, and you, come here quickly and speak something in Japanese to me."

He pointed at three people, a strong young man, a teenager, and an elderly woman.

The three of them hesitated, feeling uneasy.

The sergeant's left hand was kept on his saber, with the handle pointing backwards, and his posture was as pretentious as that of an assistant officer.

"idiot."

"Quick, what do you want to do on New Year's Day?"

"You go first, kid."

Children in rural areas have never learned this.

The interpreter waved his hand and asked him to leave, and the two people behind him would not say anything.

"Clap clap clap"

Four big slaps landed on his face, causing it to swell and blood to flow from the corners of his mouth.

The Japs were very skillful in slapping people, their wrists were moving and the slaps were loud.

The translator beat the woman with all his might, treating the common people as enemies. The woman spat out a mouthful of blood, along with a tooth.

People were angry but dared not speak. Some were still backing away, some clenched their fists, and some lowered their heads for fear of being seen by the Japanese. Their mental states were complicated.