Traveling through the 1940s, the whole village was massacred at the beginning

When Ma Chao and Jiang Wenming saw them kneeling down, they hurried forward and helped those kneeling on the ground up.

After they stood firm, Jiang Wenming said with a smile: "Don't worry, we only brought three sacks this time. Let's put it this way, we will keep one sack for ourselves, and the remaining two sacks will be given to you to take away."

Hearing this, Captain Song quickly responded: "How can this be so embarrassing! We can't just accept your stuff for no reason."

"How about this, we exchange food with you? Whether it's wheat or corn, as long as you specify the type, we will do our best to gather enough food of similar weight and send it to you." As he spoke, he looked at Jiang Wenming with a firm gaze and made a solemn promise.

Jiang Wenming and the others all understood that the other party obviously did not want to owe them too much, so he nodded readily and said, "Okay, then it's up to you. Without further ado, we will take the things out and hand them over to you." After saying that, he turned and looked at Ma Chao and others beside him.

After receiving the instructions, Ma Chao immediately led a few people into the house. Soon, they worked together to lift out two huge sacks.

Captain Song and other villagers gathered around and looked curiously at the sweet potatoes in the two large sacks. Their eyes lit up even brighter when they saw the big sweet potatoes.

Suddenly, someone asked, "Their wooden cart is full of all kinds of luggage. Could it be that most of them are sweet potatoes?"

"I guess he wanted to take them somewhere to make seeds. He probably didn't buy any food today, so he cooked the sweet potatoes. It's a pity about those sweet potatoes." Another person answered.

Jiang Wenming noticed that someone's eyes were focused on the book in his hand.

He smiled and explained, "If you still have doubts about the authenticity of the contents of this book, you might as well arrange for someone who can read to come and copy down the methods of growing sweet potatoes one by one. If there is anything you don't understand or that is difficult to understand, feel free to come and ask me at any time."

He was determined not to allow the book to leave his sight.

"Go and call Lin Yuchen and his father over, and ask them to bring pen, ink, paper and inkstone to copy the book." Xu Qin quickly asked the people around him to call people to come and copy the book.

After Xu Fan and his companions reunited, they saw the marks they had left at the original place and came to the entrance of Sanzhuang Village. Under the guidance of the enthusiastic villagers, they came to a temporary place to stay.

As soon as I walked into the yard, I saw two men, one old and one young, sitting beside the old wooden table in the yard, copying something with great concentration.

Next to them, there was a person who was responsible for grinding ink, and the fragrance of ink filled the air.

Zhao Huashan, Sun Bao and Sun Jiaguo also had solemn expressions on their faces and followed Xu Fan and the others back here.

When Ma Chao saw their appearance, he immediately realized that something must have happened, so he quickly quickened his pace and walked into the house with everyone else.

As soon as I entered the house, I heard Dong Duoyu anxiously saying to Jiang Jiyun: "Xiaoyun, you must not leave the adults' side, you must be obedient! Those devils have already captured people from several villages. I really don't know what they are trying to do!"

When Jiang Jiyun heard that the devils had captured so many people, he couldn't help but widen his eyes and asked, "Even the elderly and children in the village were not spared?"

Dong Duoyu nodded with lingering fear, and answered with a trembling voice: "It should be. The whole village is empty. We searched everywhere we could, but didn't see a single person. The scene was as scary as a ghost village. Fortunately, I went with Xu Fan this time, otherwise I would have been scared to death."

After saying this, she patted her chest, as if she still hadn't fully recovered from the fear she had experienced before.

"This situation is very wrong! Why did they arrest so many civilians? And they even spared the elderly and children! What on earth are they trying to do? Are they going to build that horrible laboratory again?" Ma Chao's originally relaxed expression suddenly became serious, and he frowned.

Xu Fan shook his head slightly and said, "I have already asked the local guerrillas. Most of them are native locals. According to them, they have never heard of such a laboratory nearby, and they have never heard of anyone disappearing for no reason."

At this time, Jiang Wenming touched his chin and speculated thoughtfully: "Perhaps the enemy intends to build fortifications such as bunkers? After all, this kind of thing is possible."

However, Zhao Huashan and Sun Jiaguo looked at each other and shook their heads at the same time, indicating that they did not agree with this point of view.

Sun Bao continued, "We tried to get close to the Imperial Army and get information, but the feedback we got from them was that the Japanese had no plans to build military defenses again in the near future, and the existing facilities were basically built before."

Hearing this, Jiang Jiyun's mind suddenly flashed back to the tragic scenes of mass graves recorded in history books. Her heart sank, and she thought to herself, "Could it be possible that... all those people who were captured will suffer the same fate?"

Jiang Jiyun suddenly didn't want to think about it anymore. She murmured to herself, "It shouldn't be like this, it definitely isn't."

Ma Chao thought of something and asked, "Were they all captured today?"

"Of course it is. I've checked and found that some people's stoves are still warm." Sun Bao answered affirmatively.

Xu Fan and Dong Duoyu ate the roasted sweet potatoes that Jiang Jiyun handed over. Xu Fan took a few bites and said, "The guerrillas have sent people to search for them. They will definitely save those people."

"Dad, Dad..."

At this moment, a clear and anxious shout came from far outside the yard, the voice was panic and anxious.

Lin Yuchen, who was concentrating on copying a book in the yard, was interrupted by the sudden shout.

He frowned slightly, placed the brush in his hand on the pen holder beside him, then raised his head and looked towards the outside of the yard.

Through the fence, I saw a little boy about ten years old stumbling towards the yard.

The child was chubby and had a shaved head. His originally fair face had become dirty and was covered with tiny wounds, which were oozing bright red blood. His clothes were covered in mud and his knees were torn. He looked particularly pitiful.

Lin Pengxiang, who was also copying a book sitting nearby, was startled when he saw his grandson like this, and the brush in his hand fell to the ground with a "click".

He didn't bother to pick up the fallen brush, and hurriedly stood up and walked towards the little boy, asking anxiously: "Xinyuan, what's wrong with you? Didn't you accompany your mother to your grandparents' house? How did you end up like this?"