I want to be a good person

The veteran is not dead!

Zhang Aiguo looked clearly at the words engraved on the gun and was sure that it was a martyr's relic.

The tragic atmosphere was a little faint, and what was cold was not only the gun body, but also the loneliness and vicissitudes of life that no one knew about.

A gun that really makes sense.

The gunshots rang out again and again.

The whistle was beeping and there were zero witnesses.

After the first gunshot, the street, which was originally deserted, was completely empty.

I don't know where the person ran off to.

How dare you talk about leaving when you haven’t even burned paper or offered incense to the heroes?

The motorcycle started to move with a rumble. The Japanese were killing the devils. What did it have to do with me, Zhang Aiguo?

Whether the streets are in chaos or not is not up to the Japanese.

He took out a hundred-dollar bill and punched the paper.

Use a thin wooden stick to draw a circle on the ground and write the number on it.

Light it with a match.

"Please spend the money I sent you sparingly. I don't know when the next time will be. There are not many people with conscience left. We are used to living in poverty. So spend it slowly and steadily."

Wooden sticks propped up the thick straw paper to make it burn more fully.

"I wanted to burn the French currency, but now it's too cheap. What about the Central Bank Notes? That's a deliberate insult to you. It won't last for a few years. Let's just stick with the US dollar. It will be strong for decades and it will last forever."

He kept muttering to himself, the paper ashes were swirling, and the wind was swirling around Zhang Aiguo.

The heaven and earth are indeed spiritual!

"Here, there are people here."

"what are you doing?"

Memorial services within the city require approval from the Japanese. Written applications may not be approved, but you can participate when the Japanese hold a sacrifice.

"Ah, Tai-kun?"

The traitors and puppet soldiers were stunned. Isn’t this how the Japanese do things?

This operation is as fierce as a tiger, I can't understand it.

When he saw Zhang Aiguo's cold face, he thought he had discovered some secret traitor and became panicked.

"Taijun, you are busy."

He retreated humbly, nodded and bowed.

A dog is always a dog, and it all depends on who holds the leash.

The noisy footsteps left.

Who shot the ghost in the street?

There are no witnesses, and those who are busy with things are easily implicated.

The Japanese's management was as harsh as ever. They did not tolerate anything and regarded themselves as the victors. Their inferiority complex made them mentally unbalanced.

Starting from the Qing Dynasty, the psychological advantage gained continued to increase. The so-called forces that were causing trouble in the late Qing Dynasty were initially instigated by the Japanese devils behind the scenes.

The enemy's determination will not die even though he is dead.

A unified and united China is not conducive to the devils' layout of interests.

Distorted values ​​have misled at least five generations, resulting in bitter wine, massive debts, people who have lost their faith, and increasingly serious hostility...

Governing with virtue is like the North Star, which stays in its place and is surrounded by other stars.

A sentence popped up in my mind, I don’t know where it came from.

Ugh.

Easier said than done.

The motorcycle ran towards the city gate.

The city was blocked again by wooden barricades wrapped with iron wire, leaving only one pedestrian path in and out.

The wind blew the plaster flag on the motorcycle.

The traitors were sharp-eyed and saluted in an irregular manner. They stepped forward quickly and hurriedly moved the wooden barriers away.

Nod.

The traitors responded with a grin, showing their big yellow teeth.

The motorcycle drove away.

The traitors dare not investigate anyone but the Japs, unless it is the Japs who are targeting the Japanese.

After leaving the city, there is Zaozhuang on one side and Jining on the other. Which way should I go?

What education should you remember when you are in the military?

Zhang Aiguo wanted to go to Zaozhuang, but he was afraid of the protagonist effect and hurting them.

That's it.

Let’s go to Jining County.

The pseudo-Yanji Dao was established by the Japanese in July 29 and had jurisdiction over 7 counties.

As an important city on the canal, the only thing that has not changed in its jurisdiction is that it has been constantly changing, splitting and merging.

Put away the motorcycle and switch to a mule cart.

He put his pipe on his waist and had an untidy beard.

"stop."

When the puppet army traitors saw the mule cart coming, they became excited.

"Where's the tax receipt?"

"Boss, I didn't bring it with me. I didn't dare to put it on my body for fear of losing it."

Zhang Aiguo learned his lesson and dared not grin.

"Who are you showing this fake smile to? You are doing this to me."

"Boss, I dare not. How could I dare to do that?"

"Not carrying the tax stamp with you will result in a three-fold fine, according to regulations."

Except for the two unlucky ones who stayed behind to continue checking people coming in and out, the remaining four or five people surrounded them.

Someone grabbed the reins, and someone moved a block to block the wheel.

Look, this is called professionalism!

"Your cart is carrying goods but you haven't paid tax, and your mules and horses haven't paid tax, which is an illegal transaction. Come, come, let me calculate it for you."

After saying this, the team leader counted on his fingers.

It's nothing.

Zhang Aiguo heard someone mumbling something and he didn't even know what 5+6 equaled, let alone how to count.

Stick a green onion in the pig's nose to pretend to be an elephant.

Even though I don’t know how to calculate, the results come out very quickly.

"40 yuan in Central Bank notes, hand it over quickly."

His thin body straightened up, and he looked quite imposing, with truth in his waist.

"Boss, where can I get so much money? Can you please be more generous?"

"Where can we carry it? If you don't pay, your car will be impounded and fined."

"This this,"

"Hurry up, don't waste time. I asked you to pay taxes, but you are still hesitating. The taxes you pay will be used for your benefit. The Locust Army said, take from the people and use it for the people, understand?"

A righteous face and righteous words.

Zhang Aiguo thought about it and could only think of these two words.

"Really no money?"

Looking at Zhang Aiguo's embarrassed and uneasy face.

The leader of the team winked.

A few people came up and pulled the animals away.

What’s the difference between this and robbing?

"Boss, boss, I only have twenty or so dollars on me. Can I owe you money first? I'll give it to you as soon as my boss pays me."

"You bunch of unruly people won't cry until you see the coffin."

The Central Bank notes on his body were taken away, his fingerprints were taken, and a promissory note was written, nine out of ten were paid and thirteen returned.

Small loan?

The routine is really deep.

After finally entering the city, we saw the I-Kuan Tao sect holding a rally, explaining the various benefits of the Japanese.

People from the pseudo-government were on the scene, keeping the situation under control, and providing official protection and endorsement.

Life is already difficult enough for the poor, why do they have to work like that, eating grass and bleeding?

The people of the puppet government spoke passionately about the various policies formulated by the Japanese devils. In a word, Sino-Japanese friendship is for your own good and to build a land of peace and prosperity.

The famous Balipu, Grandma Zhang, whose younger brother served as the Prime Minister of the Beiyang Government.

With unique advantages, Jining is the largest landlord.

He tapped the pipe against the sole of his shoe and blew into it.

Personal struggle is important.

Salute to Comrade Xi'er.

Zhang Aiguo is preparing to leave the city.

But he was stopped again.

"Boss, I've paid my taxes."

Zhang Aiguo smiled, but the makeup on his face looked a little stiff, just like he had hyaluronic acid injected.

“Environmental tax.”

"What is environmental tax?"

Zhang Aiguo was really confused, his sense of innovation was very advanced.

"Mules and horses entering the city without dung bags will be taxed for damaging the environment."

Damn, they are clearly puppet troops, why do they control everything? Why don’t they separate?

It would be great if each person had a specific post.

I can't figure it out, conservative and radical.

No matter how detailed the rules are, they cannot stop the people's hearts; no matter how much power one has, it will never be able to overcome the justice in one's eyes.

What did you say?

The eyes of the masses are sharp. Although there are bad people, they are more cunning and have more schemes.

There are too many malicious things and they must be banned!