I want to be a good person

Chapter 452: The Ghostly Disaster

Feeling a little irritable at night, Zhang Aiguo tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

It's hot, my temperature is a little high, and I can't sleep alone.

Every time I leave my team, I feel a little uncomfortable because my heart has not yet hardened.

He is a political opportunist.

They not only provide timely assistance but also add icing on the cake, and at the same time, they never hesitate to take shady actions.

What is unfavorable to you is either in the soil or in the water, and it has never been divided into two.

Today, compared to 99.99% of people, I am already very happy.

What is happiness?

Human happiness comes from comparison.

The happiness between countries is also determined by comparison.

There is no harm without comparison!

For example, the suppression of China by Europe and the United States is on such a large scale. If you all live the same life as me, then where does my sense of happiness come from?

Where does the sense of psychological superiority come from?

They block, encircle, suppress, badmouth, and even cut off the source of the trouble, cultivate all kinds of spokespersons, and perform various small actions.

Would you rather be remembered for eternity or be infamous for eternity, if you had a choice?

I fell asleep in a daze last night and didn’t know what time it was. When Zhang Aiguo woke up in the morning, his eyes were still bleary and his muscles felt a little sore.

The domestic situation had already been determined in the previous life, and no matter how bad it will be in the future, it will always be better than the present.

Some things are innate, and no matter who you are, you will be the same.

During the war, the army that had no worries about food and logistics was the most ferocious. They marched northward and joined various anti-Japanese war teams, delivering supplies, collecting payments, making friends, and accumulating personal connections.

Kill the Japs, eliminate the traitors, rob money, seize supplies, and take a last stroll.

I have traveled all over the country and left my footprints in the beautiful rivers and mountains. It is worth my trip to this world.

We can also build a World War II museum to exhibit the weapons used by the Japanese invaders and the various nationalist forces during the war of resistance, so as to alert the people who have suffered from the invasion and remind them to be more vigilant.

After leaving the wooden house, there was a cemetery all around. Zhang Aiguo, who thought he had God's blessing, was not afraid at all.

As for the traitors who are guilty of their crimes, if they go to a cemetery at night and see big red lanterns hanging high, would they be afraid?

After the flatbed cart was harnessed, the mule plowed the ground, and the faint smell of realgar powder was a bit pungent.

If they disturb their sleep, they naturally cannot disturb their meals. I think they are afraid of that.

He pulled out a piece of yellow straw paper, hit it with US dollars, and turned it into a red spider lily.

I didn’t think of using legal tender and central bank notes. These things are too cheap. I don’t know what the monetary policy in the underworld is.

Light three incense sticks and stick them on the ground.

The ashes from the burnt yellow paper were swirling. After thinking for a while, he took out another piece of paper and hit it with the Yuan Datou note.

ignite.

Zhang Aiguo felt that he was very particular about what he did.

Behind enemy lines is basically a place where the enemy's forces cannot be projected. Motor vehicles are not suitable, so riding a horse is ostentatious, and a mule cart is the best.

Has the Macau Jockey Club been straightened out? Can it make a profit?

Just because Zhao Xinyu likes Wutou and riding horses, Zhang Aiguo asked Niu Dali to set up a horse racing club. He had never made a profit or loss from buying horses in his previous life, so he knew some tricks and joined forces with several other companies. There were many smart people there, so they found out the shortcomings and filled them in.

As long as the money is in place, there is nothing that cannot be done. If it cannot be done, it is only because the money is not in place.

"Yes, yes."

As long as you are truly anti-Japanese, as long as you give money, even if it is symbolic, and as long as you dare to write a receipt and stamp it, Zhang Aiguo will dare to give it.

The IOU tactic invented by the Japanese devils was quite resilient and lasted for several decades.

Of course, there was no thought of getting the money back. The IOU was just a confusing account, and the lower level was the one who suffered the loss. There was no thought of trying to change it.

Compared with the country, I am just a stronger ant with a hook.

Going further down, Zhang Aiguo prepared to enter Hebei Province, where their war conditions were also very difficult.

There are still some gold, silver and antiques, and there are many wealthy people, but if you want to make money from the Chinese people, you still have to rely on legal means.

Should we teach them a lesson?

Adapt early and give early.

There are so many shameless things that change again and again, you will get used to it slowly.

Many fields on both sides of the road were abandoned, and many young and strong men were conscripted into the army. The remaining women, children, the elderly and the weak in the countryside were eagerly looking forward to the harvest of wheat in the fields.

The leaves had begun to turn yellow, and the people of the village had gathered in the threshing ground, where they were watering the ground and rolling the land with stone rollers.

There's a sense of uneasiness in the dry weather, for no apparent reason.

Zhang Aiguo trusts his intuition.

He reined in the mule gently.

Two trucks and a Type 97 three-wheeled vehicle appeared on the road. The dust kicked up by the wheels flew into the air, and billowing smoke.

There were already some Chinese people standing on the bus, putting down their binoculars. Did they want to arrest the laborers?

Why did they arrest women as well?

Seven or eight Japanese soldiers jumped out of the car and knocked on doors every house, dragging one person from each yard. The crying and screaming could not be avoided.

He hit me with the butt of a gun, kicked me, and pushed me onto the truck, feeling a little confused.

This is the first time Zhang Aiguo has seen such a situation. It seems that the work is out of touch and not down-to-earth at all. What happened to the promise of putting the people at heart?

Damn, Zhang Aiguo patted his face lightly. That’s right, I just kept it in my heart, not even in my heart.

After saying it for so long, even I started to believe it.

Follow them from a distance and see what the Japanese are doing.

We then passed through two villages in a row. The Japanese did not explain or say anything. They just captured people and left.

The truck lurched back to a large stronghold.

The road quality is very poor and trucks cannot drive fast. I would rather be a spectator than eat dust at the back.

At a roadside stall, Zhang Aiguo was wearing a straw hat. His skin didn't need any makeup, as there wasn't a trace of the city-dweller's fair complexion.

The further north you go, the stronger the ultraviolet rays in the countryside. If you want to get whiter, stay out of the sun.

Where does the white come from in agricultural land?

There are two colors on the body, just like the black and white in the world.

Drinking tea from a big bowl and eating steamed bread made of mixed flour.

In a person's life, there are only two or three opportunities to change his destiny, and they are fleeting.

Hard struggle and hard efforts are not as good as making one right choice!

In the afternoon, the man was beaten all over and thrown outside the gate.

The relatives and fellow villagers who had been waiting for a long time came forward and quickly helped him to the shade of the tea stall, where they found a piece of paper on his body.

"Grain collection notice!"

The literate people shouted out.

"this,"

"What about them? What's going on?"

Zhang Aiguo asked for a bowl of tea and fed the other person a few sips of tea.

"We were arrested and locked up there. They didn't ask us anything, didn't give us food or water, and there was a coal stove burning inside, roasting us. We were so anxious and scared. We didn't know what they wanted to do."

I drank two more sips of water to moisten my throat. "

"In the afternoon, a Japanese came, an interpreter, whom they called the judge. He started beating me all over the face, kicking me, hitting me with a stick, and whipping me with a belt."

"damned."

"Keep your voice down."

"How can we live like this?"

People could not suppress their hatred for the Japanese devils.

"They were tired of beating us, and with cold faces, they asked us to put our fingerprints on them, saying that it was a signature and a pledge that we must hand over two dan of wheat after the wheat harvest."

"Someone threw it out again."

"But my family only has five and a half acres of land. After paying for them and the rent, there is less than half a stone left. We also need to keep some grain for seeds. The national army also wants grain, the bandits also want grain, everyone wants grain!"

"Oh my God! Why can't the people who grow crops eat the crops? Please open your eyes!"

The sad and angry words are like flying knives, piercing the softest part of my heart.

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