I want to be a good person

"You guys go back and rest for a while. I'm going to go out for a while. Let Deli take good care of the brothers' families. The money must be paid in full. Don't let them feel disappointed."

Listening to Zhang Aiguo's suppressed voice, everyone felt very sad that the brothers they had been with day and night were gone, some were injured, some died.

Where does the gun come from?

From the sky!

Everyone tacitly chooses to remain silent, seeing through things but not speaking them out, believing that only the strong are worth following.

It's good to be someone who claps, but it's even better to be someone who knows how to clap.

"Boss, be safe!"

……

Deepest concern and blessings from the heart.

Zhang Aiguo watched the car go away, feeling melancholy. In these troubled times, how many people would be able to stay with him until the end?

The vision is blurred, the autumn wind is getting colder, and a touch of yellow that can no longer hold on takes over the space of a leaf.

Some are unwilling to end, and circle upwards with the swirling wind, trying to return to the embrace of their former home.

desolate!

The influence of the environment, the power of nature!

The mule changed its clothes and put on an old felt hat, and looked sad because it could not stand up anymore.

I have time to spare after eating.

"Snapped"

The whip flowers flicked beside my ears.

All the way west.

There are many varieties.

The temptations of worldly affairs lead people to depravity.

Back then, the ambitious Monkey King slayed demons and monsters along the way. Could he have known that the returning evil fog had already spread across the world?

The mule shook its head. The national highway continued to collect tolls. The Kuomintang collected tolls, and the Japanese also collected tolls when they came. The collection of tolls continued, and the connection was seamless.

Is it reasonable?

The truth is in the hands of others and conforms to their logic.

Less than two miles away is a toll checkpoint. They charge a toll and also collect a manure donation on the grounds that it affects the road environment.

"Boss, has the toll increased?"

"Price increase? Where did it increase?"

“Doesn’t road maintenance cost money?”

"Boss, what's going on here? Can you tell me about it? I can brag about it later."

"You think you're awesome? Why do I need to? Besides, I don't know what's in it. Just hand it over if I ask you to. Why are you talking so much nonsense? If you don't hand it over, I will confiscate it."

The cigarette was held in his mouth at an angle and his hat was worn crookedly.

"Okay, get out of here. If it weren't for you being so poor and being a good person, and giving me half a pack of cigarettes as a gift, I wouldn't bother talking to you."

"Okay, let's go."

It seems that the cost of road construction is mainly funded by increasing agricultural taxes and asking farmers to pay more money, but why are road maintenance fees also levied on rubber-wheeled wheelbarrows, carts, and animal-drawn vehicles?

The weeds in the field are not as good as cattle and horses. The food chain is so neatly planned, no one can be missing!

Never give up!

Keep it in mind all the time.

Suffer twice, endure twice the punishment!

This world is very abstract!

Wow, after going through 981 toll booths, we finally reached the river.

My little journey to the West!

Fortunately, what we paid was military notes, something that even the Japanese soldiers didn't want to use, but it was quite consistent with the principle of going back to where we came from.

There was not a single fishing boat, and the Japanese warships and gunboats were running rampant like crabs, filling the empty river.

The occasional cargo ship was flying a plaster flag, and a sea reconnaissance plane flew low over.

A Japanese soldier was holding a telescope, constantly observing left and right, reflecting two small beams of light.

Zhang Aiguo quickly squatted down, put away the telescope, and lay down in the colorful reed marsh.

Some of the flower spikes are scattered silvery-white threads, while others look like fluffy yellow fox tails. The wind smiles gently, and everything sways gracefully, bringing a wisp of autumn thoughts and a hint of coolness.

Beautiful, so beautiful!

It is a pity that such a beautiful country was ravaged by the Japanese pirates from a small country.

When people are united, they can move mountains!

The sad thing is, who doesn’t have some selfish thoughts?

Zhang Aiguo decided to go upstream until he found the dock. The Japanese devils' policies were advanced and they monopolized industries such as shipping. They could not revitalize the economy, so it was useless no matter how loud they boasted.

Go on your legs?

It takes at least 5 months to pass through the occupied areas, detour through the Kuomintang-controlled areas, first to Zhejiang, then to Jiangxi, passing through Guangdong, Guangxi, Guizhou, and finally arriving in Sichuan.

No wonder the freight is so expensive. Zhang Aiguo is not worried at all about whether the tanks and cannons will be numbered and stored in the files. There are great saints everywhere in the world who are specifically here to settle the accounts.

The autumn is still warm and does not hesitate to show its charm. I took a sip of water from the water hyacinth.

People in tattered clothes were cutting reeds, and fluff and dust were flying in the air.

It’s getting cold, what should I do?

The Chinese people are good at enduring and firmly believe that no matter how hard and difficult the days are, they will eventually pass. The optimistic spirit is always suppressed in their blood.

Kill the Japanese!

He is a man of few words, but he loves this country with his actions. At least his heart is warm, waiting for a brilliant spark to ignite it.

If one day, suppose the fire goes out unnaturally, and you want to relight it, no matter how powerful your methods are, you will not be able to do it.

There is no greater sorrow than the death of the heart, and physical death is second only to it.

The men carrying reeds on their shoulders are so hardworking because they believe that hard work can fill their stomachs and that as long as they work hard, they can change things.

The honest black face grinned at Zhang Aiguo.

What can hard work change?

Personal diligence and hard work can only guarantee food and clothing. No matter how hard you work, you can only have food and clothing. This is the rule of the game.

I watched the other person take out a pancake made of mixed flour and chew it very patiently.

There was a skinny boy next to him.

Mixed noodles, what exactly is mixed in?

Even the Japanese didn't know about it. It had no stickiness and was loose, so people could only make it into cakes, and the corn flour that was sore on the throat became a fine grain.

Even this is limited and you still need to queue up to buy it.

Zhang Aiguo shook the reins and the mule continued on its way.

The compassion in my heart was touched for a moment, but it was suppressed without me making any sound. This kind of compassion is not desirable.

There are so many people working here, and if you don’t give any of them a reward, there will be trouble later.

The sickle was harvesting the reeds quickly, flashing and sparkling.

So sharp!

It is easy to hurt others and also easy to hurt yourself, it all depends on who is holding it.

As the mule cart passed by, several men stopped, straightened up, and had dark looks in their eyes.

"ax."

A man said this, then bent down and began to harvest the reeds.

There were two axes on the car, shining coldly.

Weapons that can be carried openly.

Some people who don't believe in it still want to follow.

Some sigh, some shake their heads. No one is nobler than anyone else. The only way to survive is to live without shame.

Die early and be reborn early.

"call"

Zhang Aiguo jumped out of the car, opened his collar and opened his chest. On his cloth belt was a box pistol, fastened with an iron clip.

Those who were walking fast stopped quickly, looked sharp, hid the sickle behind their backs with one hand, and stretched out the other hand to stop the people behind them.

"Old fellow, do you need any help?"

"Get out of here. If you come up again, I'll teach you a lesson."

"If you have the ability to kill the devils and fight the traitors, why bully your own people?"

Zhang Aiguo shouted angrily.

They just know how to fight among themselves every day, and bully people of the same class. Why should the poor make things difficult for the poor?

Why don't you look up? There are so many pseudo-senior officials, and each of them is richer than ordinary people. It's really hard to believe.

Perhaps it is because the people do not fight against the officials, and it has not yet reached the point where the officials force the people to rebel. At this moment, the Kuomintang has a mass base. Without the support of the people, how could it outlast the Japanese?

This is the result of the concerted efforts of 400 million compatriots, although the fog is too thick and the winter is a bit cold.

Talent is the real key, and people will vote with their feet.

A lie repeated a thousand times becomes the truth, and practice is the only criterion for testing truth.

Are you ready to make excuses?

Zhang Aiguo was facing a group of Japanese soldiers, three traitors, and a fat translator in front of him.