The father of the sword is Kong Jie

Chapter 677 Wang Mazi

... On this day, some strange guests came to Qingshan Village in the middle of Zhongtiao Mountain. Judging by their identities and clothes, they were said to be refugees who escaped from the devil-occupied area.

During this period, as the Fourth Independent Regiment was divided into three parts, after the initial establishment of anti-Japanese revolutionary bases in Dashu Village, Qingshan Village, and Guhe Village.

The news spread that there were indeed some people in the enemy-occupied areas who, because life in the county town was unsustainable, went to the countryside to seek food.

The situation in front of me is not uncommon.

After the village head of Qingshan Village told the militia captain in the village about the matter, the two made up their minds.

The captain said: "Old village chief, let's verify the identities of these refugees. If they are really people who have escaped, according to our comrades in the Eighth Route Army, we must help if we can."

The old village chief didn't say anything, and the two rushed to the village entrance, where they met the dozen or so refugees.

The method of identity verification is very simple. The old village head is a native of the Zhongtiao Mountain area, and he is very familiar with the local dialect, customs, and various habits.

With a little contact with these refugees, and a casual chat for a while, you can get a clear understanding.

After some conversations, these refugees had no flaws in their answers, and they were able to speak well when they talked about some local things, and there was no problem with their language either.

In the end, the old village head said, "There shouldn't be any problem, it's indeed like a refugee."

In this way, Qingshan Village took in the dozen or so people who had fled.

Among the refugees was a relatively short man with slightly bowed legs and pockmarked face, who called himself Wang Liu and was from Ji County.

Because my parents died early and I couldn't find a job in the county town, I thought about going to the countryside to farm some fields for a living.

"Everyone usually calls me Wang Mazi, village chief, you can call me Wang Mazi too!"

A nickname, invisibly narrowed the distance between Wang Mazi and the villagers.

Wang Liu, who is not considered inconspicuous among the refugee crowd, is eloquent. Every time he chats with the villagers, he can always make everyone laugh with a few words.

After that, Wang Mazi, who stayed in Qingshan Village, was much more diligent than the other refugees. In the village, he often helped some women and old people whose families had no males.

Therefore, the people of Qingshan Village have a good impression of Wang Liu.

"Wang Mazi, you must be thirty this year, right?"

"No way, Uncle Zhao, then you think me old, I'm only 28 this year!"

"28, that's not too young, do you want to ask for a wife?" Uncle Zhao joked with a smile.

Wang Mazi scratched his head foolishly, "Uncle Zhao, don't make fun of me. With my clumsy appearance and no wealth, who would marry me!"

Amidst the roar of laughter, Wang Mazi got along more and more harmoniously with the folks in Qingshan Village.

Once when he was farming, Wang Mazi, who was so tired and sweating profusely, asked inadvertently:
"Uncle Zhao, since that little devil has invaded our southern Shanxi, he has done some unscrupulous and bad things in the county. Our Qingshan Village is not too far from the devil-occupied area. Everyone lives here. I look like It looks quite peaceful, won't the little devil come to harass you?"

It has been a few days since Wang Mazi came to Qingshan Village. Uncle Zhao didn't think too much, and replied with a smile: "Don't worry, little devils come to our place whenever they want. If devils come, it's up to them whether they can go back or not." It's a question!"

"What else?" Wang Mazi seemed surprised.

This time, Uncle Zhao lowered his voice and said, "What are you afraid of? We are backed by the Eighth Route Army who specializes in fighting devils! You came from the county town, haven't you heard of the name of the Eighth Route Army?"

Wang Mazi thought for a while, then nodded: "I've heard of it, but I've never seen it. In the minds of our people, these Eight Routes are heroes who beat devils. Uncle, are they really so powerful?"

Uncle Zhao wiped the hot sweat off his forehead, and nodded heavily: "That's right, all of our Eighth Route comrades are good at flying, and it's easy to fly over the wall. If it weren't for my age, I would also want to follow along Hitting devils!"

It seems that the speaker is unintentional, but the listener is interested.

Wang Mazi replied with a smile: "Uncle Zhao, I'm not very old. If you say I go to the Eight Routes, will people want it?"

Uncle Zhao was stunned, looked at Wang Mazi for a few seconds, and then laughed loudly: "Mazi, you have ambition, but it's a pity, if you run directly like you, the Eighth Route Army will definitely not accept you."

"Why is this?"

"Shh, these words can't be spread indiscriminately. The comrades of the Eighth Route have specifically explained that the little devil has wide eyes and ears. If the devils and traitors are allowed to infiltrate, it will be bad for our Eighth Route comrades."

"Why? Because the Eighth Route Army is our people's own team. They don't want us who are carrying hoes to turn around and go to the battlefield with guns to die."

"So, if you want to become an Eighth Route Army, you must first be in the village, pass the assessment, meet the standards, and join the militia team in our village. Only when you are almost trained can you join the main combat force of the Eighth Route Army."

Wang Mazi nodded with a smile, and then asked again: "Uncle, are there any militiamen in our village?"

Uncle Zhao didn't answer directly this time, but asked inscrutablely: "What do you think? Hahahaha——"

……

One morning, the old village head of Qingshan Village was enjoying the coolness in his house to escape the heat.

A half-year-old child suddenly ran into the house and whispered something in the ear of the old village head. After hearing this, the old village head changed his face, sat up from the bench suddenly, and asked, "Second boy, what are you doing?" Are you sure you read it right?"

The child nodded and said earnestly: "I'm sure you're right, village head, I can see clearly through the crack of the door that Li Dazhu just secretly dumped the unfinished food."

The old village head is old, he has seen many storms and waves, and he is not lacking in wisdom.

He thought back and forth, and immediately realized that the situation was not good.

"No, if you really escaped, you would never waste food. Maybe the traitors sent by the devils got in here!"

"Village chief, what shall we do?" Erwazi asked anxiously.

"Don't worry, these people definitely didn't come here to deal with us, but to deal with our Eighth Route Army comrades. Go and call your father over here."

"Eh!"

Soon, after Erwazi called his father to the village chief's house, the village chief and Zhang Dashan hid in the house, quietly planning how to deal with the matter.

"It's just because of pouring rice, what if I make a mistake? Village chief, I think we have to try it out."

The old village head nodded in agreement, "This matter needs to be more cautious. In this way, Dashan, you can find a way to test it a few more times. After discovering the situation, let's immediately find a way to tell Captain Wang and the others."

"Okay!" Zhang Dashan turned and left to get ready.

But he said that Li Dazhu fled to Qingshan Village together with Wang Mazi and a dozen other refugees, and stayed in Qingshan Village after being tested by the village chief and others.

Later, after the village head communicated with Aunt Liu, Aunt Liu vacated a mud house at home for Li Dazhu to live in.

Therefore, Aunt Liu and Li Dazhu had more contact with each other.

This Li Dazhu is a real person, and he is not lazy in his work, so Aunt Liu is more caring.

At dinner, Zhang Dashan found Aunt Liu calmly, and did not tell Aunt Liu what happened. Instead, he asked Aunt Liu to make a pot of thick rice made with wild vegetables and some gnocchi, and invited Li Dazhu to eat.

Aunt Liu and Li Dazhu usually live under the same roof.

In the current period of war, it doesn't matter so much.

So it's not uncommon to have a meal together.

Li Dazhu, who came back from farming, did not have any doubts about this.

But Mrs. Liu was a little strange. When cooking before, Dashan insisted on confessing that he intentionally made the rice muddy, making it unpalatable.

After the food was served, Li Dazhu's nose twitched when he smelled the smell of paste and looked at the charred black thick rice with wild vegetables.

Aunt Liu didn't mind at all, picked up the bowl and started to eat. Country people cherish food, and now there are wars everywhere, so it's good to have a stutter.

When I don't even have anything to eat, the bark and grass roots are many times more unpalatable than this, and I still have to swallow with my eyes closed.

Zhang Dashan was naturally there too, the excuse was that he happened to be passing by, so he stayed and ate half a bowl.

The three of them sat around an old Eight Immortals table with a missing leg and a stone cushion, eating bite after bite while chatting.

"Dazhu, it looks like you don't eat well. Why, today's aunt's cooking is not delicious?" Zhang Dashan joked with a smile.

Li Dazhu shook his head quickly, humming in his nose: "It's delicious!"

As he spoke, he picked up the bowl and stuffed it into his mouth.

Zhang Dashan laughed and said: "Dazhu, it's not right for you to eat thick rice like this. You have to hold your chopsticks upright, close to the edge of the bowl, pick them up bit by bit, and then eat slowly. Interesting enough!"

Li Dazhu smirked, nodded, and tried to eat according to what Zhang Dashan said.

Li Dazhu's bowl of rice was served by Zhang Dashan. It was a full bowl with a lot of weight.

After eating the next half bowl, Li Dazhu's speed dropped significantly.

Zhang Dashan seemed to be eating the rice in his own bowl, but he secretly squinted at Li Dazhu who was eating thick rice.

When the bowl of rice was bottomed out, Zhang Dashan used chopsticks to carefully pick out every noodle and every broken wild vegetable in the bowl, until the bowl was as clean as if it had been licked by a dog.

Li Dazhu on the side also finished eating, put the bowl on the table, and put the chopsticks on the bowl.

It's just that there are obviously some gnocchi and wild vegetables in his bowl.

Zhang Dashan put the rice bowl that his own dog had licked on the table with a bang. Li Dazhu seemed to be taken aback when he saw the situation in the bowl, and quickly picked up the bottom of the bowl he had eaten, and put the remaining wild vegetables, Batter sticks into the mouth.

into the night.

Zhang Dashan came quietly to the old village head's house.

"Village chief, I can't be wrong, this kid can't even eat thick rice, the rice is just a little mushy, and he frowned several times while eating."

"I don't know if it's a traitor, but it's definitely not a refugee. We know the taste of hunger so well that we wouldn't be willing to waste even a grain of food."

The old village head nodded, and said with a solemn face: "Well, let us inform the militia team, first control the people, and then hand them over to Comrade Eighth Road. Whether it is true or not, we will see later."

"Catch it first. If it's a traitor brought in by a little devil, it will be a bad thing."

"Eh!"

On the other side, Wang Mazi, who was about to fall asleep, suddenly heard a light knocking sound on the wooden window of the firewood room. The sound was rhythmic, boom, boom, boom——

Spread quietly in the silent night.

Wang Mazi, who was resting vigilantly with his eyes closed, turned over from the bed when he heard the sound, and then walked to the firewood room, which is the stove where the firewood was piled up in the kitchen, and put his ears on the wooden window side.

Wang Mazi stayed at Uncle Zhao's house, Uncle Zhao lived in the back room, and Mazi Wang lived in the side room next to the kitchen.

The houses on both sides were far away, and this slight movement did not alarm Uncle Zhao at this moment.

"Kurobe-kun..."

A deliberately low voice came from outside the window, speaking in Japanese...

(End of this chapter)