I want to be a good person

A touch of sky blue, the car is driving slowly on the dirt road.

At the back of the car, there were flour, eggs, and lard.

The old man was only able to sit up with difficulty and his health was seriously depleted. It is estimated that he had shortened his life by five years.

"Don't worry about us. Everyone will have that day sooner or later. We are very open-minded."

Old Li sensed Zhang Aiguo's worry and uneasiness, and said with a smile.

"I have no worries, and I have lived to this point."

What people are most afraid of is losing hope, but if you keep your spirits high, you can live longer.

"I'm glad you can come."

Old Li leaned back in his seat and stopped talking. The car fell into silence, with only the roar of the engine, the friction of the tires and the wind.

The night is long and dreams are many. Zhang Aiguo chose to leave early. There are no fools in the world, only those who are determined.

Especially those who have wealth and property can be blinded for a while and lose their sense of reverence, but they may not wake up until the next day.

Trust, apart from facts, is a completely unfounded word.

The reserved sun that jumps out of the horizon is temporarily acceptable to the world. It is warm but not hot. It breaks through the obstruction of the morning glow, and its red is unwelcome.

"vomit"

The old lady couldn't hold on any longer. The ventilation from the car windows couldn't stop the shaking and she became carsick.

It’s better to go out at night without any reference.

How to do?

The old lady with bound feet can't walk for long.

I touched my forehead and it was a little big.

I vomited the millet porridge I had in the morning. I ate little to begin with, so how could my body bear it?

"Shaokang, your master's wife and I can't take the bus. Don't delay you. You go first. We'll take a rest here."

The old man passed on his ancestral medical books and prescriptions to Zhang Aiguo. The apprenticeship ceremony was a bit hasty, but the meaning was different.

Damn the Japs, my strong mule.

You only regret not having the mule when you need it.

Looking back at the road we have come, going back now would be like walking into a trap. It is more than 30 miles away, with no village in front and no shop behind.

"Master, you have to believe in your disciple's ability. You guys wait here, I'll go ahead and take a look."

Zhang Aiguo chose a ditch and let the two old men hide in it. He set up a grass-green tent cloth to provide shade and left a kettle.

"Master, don't move, wait for me to come back."

The car started and ran forward.

The two old men watched them leave and then turned back and dived into the ditch.

The old man can see the whole picture from the small details. The apprentice's character cannot escape his eyes.

The old man was ready to die. He would rather burn his ancestral things than let them fall into the hands of the Japanese.

When Zhang Aiguo carried the ladder and took out the wooden box from the side of the kitchen roof, he took out the thread-bound book and the withered yellow rice paper, which were the traces of time.

No wonder the Japanese couldn’t turn over. Who could have imagined this?

As for what happened in the old man's home, Zhang Aiguo did not ask any more questions.

When I took over the ancestral thread-bound book, I clearly felt that the old man seemed to have let go of a heavy weight.

The ones who cut off the inheritance the most were the Tartars, and...

The dark horse represents thoughts, reminding us that what has passed will never come back. Moreover, a good horse cannot be used as a poor horse. It cannot pull the shaft steadily, which is more painful than riding in a car.

After passing two deserted villages in succession, Zhang Aiguo felt annoyed and stepped on the accelerator a little deeper.

The villages are scattered quite far away, and the vicious Japanese devils massacred many villages. The blood debts can only be remembered in the hearts.

The pursuit of nuclear peace is the last resort, and the huge gap in cognition is nothing but imagination.

No, the car can't be driven. Zhang Aiguo's heart was pounding, and in a hurry, he was bound to make a mistake.

The Japanese had already reacted and quickly changed to a three-wheeled motorcycle.

Smoke rose from the village ahead. I stepped on the accelerator and the motorcycle sped up by three points.

When the villagers saw the Japanese motorcycles coming, they scattered.

The village chief, wearing a white armband, ran out quickly.

He took off his hat, nodded and bowed, with a smile on his face.

"Taijun, I am willing to serve the locust army."

"Yoshi, mule, do you understand?"

"Mule?"

"Yoshi."

Zhang Aiguo took out a stack of military tickets and shook them.

"I'll give you the money."

Hey, is this devil a devil?

I have never seen a Japanese who speaks politely.

"You know the job of a cart puller."

"clear."

There was something sinister about the matter, but the village chief didn't dare to ask further questions. He only had one head, and there was a scar the size of a bowl on it that couldn't be repaired.

"Hurry up."

Seeing Zhang Aiguo reaching for his gun, the village chief also panicked.

"Hi."

Having seen the Japanese bow many times, I started to follow their example.

With a handful of military tickets, he bought a sturdy mule and a cart, all clean and tidy.

"Taijun, do you want me to give it to you?"

Zhang Aiguo pretended not to understand and waved his hands impatiently, as if to drive away a fly.

"Then, have a nice trip."

The mule's reins were tied to the back seat of the motorcycle, and it moved slowly.

"Bah, why don't you throw me to death, you idiot?"

The village chief spat fiercely on the ground and twisted it vigorously with his feet.

"Village chief, is this a Japanese devil?"

A villager's words obviously interrupted the village chief's reverie. No one knew what he was thinking about, he just stared straight ahead.

"Bullshit, I haven't seen anyone come here today, do you understand?"

The village chief said unhappily.

"Yes Yes Yes."

"True or false is secondary. The important thing is not to get into trouble and be caught for no reason."

Whether it is the blue team, the red team, or the Japanese devils, the main goal is to refuse to admit the responsibility and have nothing to do with it.

"Tell all the villagers that no one will come today. Let Old Wang's family buy animals and carts when the market comes."

"I'll go."

"You must tell the truth. If you provoke retaliation, it will be very troublesome. The villagers will have a hard time, and they may even lose their lives."

"The village chief still has a long-term vision."

"Bullshit, village chief, I want to let you take over. No one respects you, and you have to survive in the cracks."

"Oh, no one is as thoughtful as you are. Everyone in the village remembers your kindness, otherwise they would have been taken advantage of by others long ago."

The village chief put his hat back on and shook his head.

"Everyone is here to distribute food. There is almost no seed left. Who the hell is going to take care of it? We are country folk, and everyone looks down on us."

Listening to the village chief's long sighs, the villagers from the same family smiled bitterly.

The wheat in the fields has not been harvested yet, and the three parties are demanding grain, and the amount is not small. The farmers have nothing to eat. After working hard for half a year and a half, they can only eat a meal of white noodles, which is like a gift from their mother.

"I went to the city yesterday, and when I came back my handkerchief was soaked with tears. Those who are dressed in silk and satin are not silkworm farmers."

The village chief never straightened his back and said something with a bitter look on his face.

Can the IOUs written by the National Army be considered a meal?

Food is the hard currency in troubled times. Even with such low output, based on the per capita food ration, it is not enough for a family to eat. They eat coarse grains mixed with wild vegetables.

On the way back, he walked unsteadily and his mind was obviously much heavier.

Who the hell is stupid?

Those who survive are the smart ones.

The law of the jungle, the survival of the fittest, will never go out of date!