Chapter 14 One, three, are you going to die?

One, three, are you going to die? Wang Po thought that she was pretending to search the village again to catch women, so she didn't think of anything bad, so she went to sleep peacefully!That old man Zhao San is also very old!He came back without disturbing anyone and fell asleep! After the night, the Japanese gendarme knocked lightly on the door, and the man who walked in looked like a Chinese, his boots were soaked with wet dew, he took a towel out of his pocket, and sat on the edge of the kang with a calm expression. Slowly rubbing his boots, that's when the interview began: "No one came to your house last night? It doesn't matter, you have to tell the truth."

Zhao San just got up, his consciousness was a little unclear, he didn't know what was going to happen.So the gendarme shook the hat in his hand vigorously, instead of a gentle and indifferent attitude: "Asshole! Why don't you know? You will know when you take it!" Having said that, he didn't take him there.While buttoning her clothes, Wang Po hurriedly said, "Who are you asking? A few 'bosses' came here last night, and they left after searching without finding anything!" The military officer turned his attitude towards Wang Po completely, and asked in an intimate voice: "Please tell me, old lady! There is a reward!"

Wang Po's appearance remained unchanged.The man said again: "We are catching beards. We have beards, and the villagers are also victims. Didn't you see that the car came to the village yesterday to promote the 'King Way'? 'King Way' makes people honest. The old lady said it! There is a reward." Woolen cloth!" Facing the red sun shadow from the window, Wang Po said, "I don't know about it." The officer wanted to yell again, but stopped, and moved his lips a few more times with difficulty: "'Manchukuo' wants to sweep away the beards of the people who harmed the people. If they know that the beards will not report, they will be found out and shot!" The man in boots insulted Zhao San with a slanted look.Then he said nothing more, waiting for an answer, and at last he got nothing.

It was not yet noon; there were three more dead bodies in Luan Graves, one of which was a female body. Everyone knows that the female body is the "female student" found in a widow's house in Beicun. Zhao San heard others say that "female students" are "party".But he doesn't know what "party" means.After drinking that night, he told Po Wang all these secrets, but he didn't know what secrets the "female student" had, why did he die?He only feels that things that are not allowed to be told are mysterious, and he must tell them. Wang Po was very unwilling to listen, because when this happened, she was worried about her daughter, and she was afraid that her daughter's fate would be the same as that "female student".

Zhao San's beard has turned white!It was even more sparse, and after drinking, his face became even redder, and he spread himself out on the corner of the kang at will. Ping'er came back with a large bundle of green grass, dried to make firewood, and he paved the green grass in the center of the courtyard.He didn't eat immediately after entering the room, and took off his sweat-soaked blouse. As if angry, he slapped his fleshy shoulders hard, and let out a long breath.After a long time, Dad said: "You young people should have some courage. Isn't this killing people? The country is subjugated! Corn fields cannot be planted, and chickens and dogs must die."

The old man talked like a quarrel.Wang Po sewed the big mouth on Ping'er's undershirt. She was moved, thinking of the country's subjugation, she sewed the undershirt wrong!She sewed both cuffs completely shut. Zhao San is like an old cow, all his strength when he was young was wiped out, he only recalled the "Sickle Club", and told Ping'er: "You were still young at that time! Li Qingshan and I made a 'Sickle Club'. Very! But I was hit, that time I hit a wall, your mother went to borrow a foreign cannon, who knows that before the foreign cannon was used, a stick killed someone, and it has been unlucky since then! A year is not as good as A year has lived till now."

"Dog, it's not a wolf after all. Your father has no interest in the 'Sickle Society' since the accident! The blue cow was sold that year." Zhao San was ashamed and resentful that she was robbing her for nothing.At the same time, why was he so humble at the time?His heart ignited for a moment, and he said something that satisfied him: "Now my boss is no longer my boss! There is Japan, and my boss can't do anything!" For his relaxed and blood-filled body, he went for a walk towards the woods, where there were woods.The forest shoots draw a beautiful arc like the curling clouds on the blue sky.The blue sky hangs straight down in front, and the curly treetops are lace-like embedded in the sky.The butterflies of the past are flying in the field, and all the wild flowers have not bloomed yet.

The small thatched cottages are scattered one by one, some have left residual walls to bask in the sun, and some may have had their roofs taken away by bombs.The body of the house is neatly placed there. Zhao San opened his chest, and he breathed the transparent air of the field.He didn't want to go, and stopped beside a barren, past wheat field.Just like this for a while, he felt troubled again, because he remembered that his own wheat field was lost under the artillery fire in the past, and it must not be able to grow again under the feet of the Japanese soldiers. The melon growers disappeared, and the claw fields were filled with wormwood.The small house that guarded the melon field last year still exists; Zhao San collapsed on the tip of the short grass under the small house.He's sleepy!Dimly, I saw some Koreans passing through the big forest.Looking straight from the ground, those Koreans seemed to be walking on the horizon.

If there were no houses inserted indiscriminately on the ground, then Zhao San felt that he was lying on the horizon! The sunlight blinded his eyes so that he could not see farther!The village dog can be heard barking boredly in the distance. In such a desolate wilderness, wild dogs do not come here to patrol.Zhao San, who only has a chest full of wine, came here to patrol, but he had no purpose, he stepped on his toes wherever he wanted, and walked through countless bare fields. He felt it was a pity, nodded, waved his hands, and sighed incessantly walk home. There were more widows in the village, and there were three widows in front, and one of them still took her child away.

The red-faced old Zhao San approached the house and turned again!How he wanders without an owner!Sadness beckoned him ahead, and suddenly there was a big hollow, and he stepped on it.He didn't pay attention to this, as if he was determined to complete the long distance, he continued to move forward.There are more bomb caves there, but they can't block his way, because drinking, the blood of the prime of life agitates him. In a broken house, a mother cat is nursing a group of kittens.He didn't want to see these things, so he left without meeting any acquaintances.Until the sky was burning red with clouds, his bleeding heart and weeping eyes came to the graves of his dead young friends, and he did not bring wine to pay homage to them, but just sat in front of his friends without words.

After the subjugation of the country, Old Zhao San suddenly thought of those heroic comrades who died!The old ones who are left alive have only grief and indignation and can't take risks. Old Zhao San can't take risks anymore! It was a starry night, Li Qingshan went crazy!His hoarse throat gave him a mysterious and strained tone of voice.This is their first large gathering.In Zhao San's house, they seemed to be holding some grand ceremony, solemn and quiet.People feel like there is a lack of air, and people don't even have a sniff.There are no lights in the house, and people's eyes are like a cat's eyes at night, glowing phosphorescent and green. Wang Po's pointed feet kept stepping out of the window, and she quietly carried a broken foreign lampshade, and she was always ready to smash the glass lampshade.She is a vigilant mouse, always on guard against cats.Is it dangerous for her to go around the fence and stand outside the fence to listen to their conversations?She can never forget the lampshade in her hand. In the room, Li Qingshan's stubborn and heavy voice continued: "In the past half a month, I really realized that the People's Revolutionary Army is really bad. If you want to join the People's Revolutionary Army, you will have bad luck. They are all 'foreign students'. Use people to lift it up. They will scream "retreat" out of their mouths. On the night of the 28th, it rained lightly outside, and ten of our comrades were eating, and the rice bowl was blown to pieces! Send two out to find the source of the bomb. Everyone Come to think of it, two 'foreign students' ran out, alas! Depressed, they were chased by the enemy and even lost their hats, the 'students' were often beaten to death by the enemy...” Band-legged cut in: "The revolutionary army is not as useful as the red beard?" It was too dark for the moonlight to come in through the window!At that time, no one could have noticed the strange look on the bow-legged question. Li Qingshan started again: "The discipline of the revolutionary army is really strong, do you understand? What is discipline? That is the rules. The rules are too tight, and we can't bear it. For example: young girls in the village are not allowed to go... …Ha ha! I suffered once, and my comrade hit me with the butt of the gun ten times! " When he said this, he stopped laughing, but he didn't dare to speak loudly.He goes on. Erliban was always uninterested in these things, he was dozing off, and Old Zhao San hit the sleeping Erliban who lacked political thought with his cigarette pot, and Zhao Sansan became dissatisfied: "Listen! Listen, what year are you still sleeping?" Wang Po's pointed feet trampled on the ground for a while. People listened, but they didn't hear the sound of the lampshade. They knew that the Japanese soldiers hadn't come, and at the same time they felt a tense atmosphere.Li Qingshan's plan was announced seriously. Li Qingshan was a farmer, he still couldn't figure out how to make things happen, he just said: "Gather the young men in the village and save the country! The group of 'students' in the revolutionary army can't do it. Only the red beards have the courage. " Old Zhao San threw his cigarette pouch unlit on the kang, clapped his hands quickly, and said, "That's right! Recruit young men and name them the Revolutionary Army." In fact, Zhao San couldn't understand it at all, because he had never heard of what a revolutionary army was, so he couldn't find comfort. His big palm kept stroking his beard happily.For Zhao San, this is exactly the same interest as organizing the "Sickle Club" ten years ago, it is also a dark room, and it is also a quiet speech. Old Zhao San was so happy that he couldn't sleep all night, and turned his big palms all night long. At the same time, standing two and a half miles away from the wall, you can count the beats of his snoring. In the countryside, the Japanese tried their best to poison the peasants, saying that they wanted to restore the "Great Qing Dynasty" and be "loyal ministers", "filial sons" and "virtuous women"; but on the other hand, the opposite forces were also growing. As soon as it got dark, someone jumped over the wall and hid in Wang Po's house. The man with the black beard came every night and became Wang Po's acquaintance.Having dinner at Wang Po's house, the man said to her: "Your daughter is very capable, and she can climb mountains quickly with a rifle on her back! But... already..." Ping'er squatted under the kang while he smoked his father's pipe.A slight bit of jealousy crossed my heart. He intentionally slammed the pipe on the door and walked out.It was a gloomy, all-black night outside, and he annihilated himself in the blackness.When he turned back worryingly, Wang Po was already crying. Old Zhao San came back very late that night. It was because he talked about subjugation, national salvation, volunteer army, revolutionary army... these strange words when he met everyone, so he came back so late.It's time for the rooster to crow!Zhao San's family has no chickens, and the whole village cannot hear the crowing of chickens in the past.There is only the faded moonlight on the window, and the three stars are gone, knowing that it is almost dawn. He woke his son from a dream, and he told him about his proud propaganda work: how the widow in the East Village sent the child back to her natal family to join the volunteer army; how the boys were preparing to assemble.The old man seems to have become an official in the yamen, swaying his posture when speaking, swaying his own mood, his whole soul is striding! After a moment of silence, he asked Ping'er: "Is that person here? The man with the black beard?" Ping'er still went back to sleep, and his father was stirring up his energy, but he fell asleep!Daddy's words were in his ears, meaningless like mosquitoes buzzing.Zhao San immediately became angry. He felt that no one could bear his glorious career, and felt that it was useless to raise such a son. He was disappointed. Wang Po didn't make a sound at all, as if she was sleeping. In the Ming Dynasty, a man with a black beard came suddenly, and Wang Po asked him again: "When the child died, did you see her with your own eyes?" "Old lady, why don't you understand? Didn't I tell you a long time ago? If you die, you will die! The revolution is not afraid of death. It's a death that shows your face... It's much better than being a slave to a Japanese dog alive! " Wang Po often heard people like them say "death" and "live"... She also thought that death should be done, so she calmed down and observed the face of the acquaintance with her eyes soaked by tears last night.Finally she accepted!She accepted all the little books that the man took out of the bag, and the scattered papers filled with small characters like black dots!In addition, there was a small shiny gun that was also handed to Wang Po.That person was in a hurry to leave, and at this moment Wang Po couldn't help asking: "Did she also be shot to death?" The man opened the door and hurried out!Because he left in a hurry, the man didn't notice Wang Po. Wang Po used to be ignorant of fear, and often put those little books brought by others in the kitchen. Sometimes she was thrown under the mat at will.Today she lost her courage. She thought that if those things were searched, the Japanese soldier's bayonet would stab herself.She seemed to feel that her experience was going to be the same as that of her daughter, especially the small gun in her palm.She was intimidated and slowly trembled.The daughter must have been killed by the same gun.She stopped thinking, she knew that the current matter was becoming urgent. Zhao San came back in a hurry, Wang Po ignored him and walked to the firewood pile behind.The firewood is not like every year, it is burnt out!Sparsely growing horse snake vegetables on a flat ground.She started digging a hole in the ground; hearing the dog biting wildly, she was a little flustered, and she stuck the sickle head into the soil and couldn't pull it out.She seemed to be falling down: some kind of pressure on her whole body was about to dissolve her body.After a moment of unbearable stupor, she ran to call her old companion.But when she walked to the door and turned back quickly, she remembered the warnings of others: ——Important things should not be told to anyone, nor to the couple. What the man with the black beard had said to her reminded her again: - Don't let Zhao San know, that old man might look like a child. After she was buried, more than a dozen Japanese soldiers continued to come.Most of them only wore copper hats and came without boots!People knew they were playing with women again. Wang Po lost all powers of observation!She retreated unconsciously behind Zhao San's back, and she didn't even recognize the Japanese official who always had a smiling face and often came to search Wang Po's house.Before leaving, the man said "goodbye" to Wang Po, but she hesitated without answering. "Pull" - "Pull" means to set off, and wives are collecting clothes or shoes and socks for men. Li Qingshan sent people to every house to find a rooster, but he couldn't find it, someone suggested killing the old goat that is two and a half miles away!The goat was walking in front of Li Qingshan's gate, or it was resting, or it couldn't move anymore!One of its horns got stuck in a crack in the fence, and the boys tried to lift it, but they couldn't get it out. Two and a half miles passed by the door, and the goat followed and went home!Erliban said: "If you want to kill, kill it! Aren't you going to save it for the Japanese sooner or later!" Aunt Li said on the side: "The Japanese don't want it, it's too old." Erliban said: "The Japanese don't want it, they will die of old age!" It's time for the people to swear!The rooster was not found, so it was decided to use an old goat instead.The lads lifted the goat and hung it upside down on all fours from the pole. The goat kept whining.Two and a half miles of ridiculous and sad shapes followed the goat.His limp seemed to sink the ground step by step.Walk like waves, go faster and faster!His wife frantically wanted to drag him back, but she couldn't, so she walked all the way in panic.The goats were carried across a small winding track on the mountainside.The goats were raised to a square table covered with red cloth in the center of the courtyard. The Widow of the East Village is here too!She knelt down in front of the table and prayed for a while, then went to the table and lit two red candles. When the candles were lit, she knew that she was about to kill the sheep. In the center of the courtyard, apart from old Zhao San, there were young men walking and turning around.They bare chest and arms, strong and fierce. Zhao San always told that widow in the East Village that he would advertise her as soon as he saw her.When he encounters something, he doesn't smoke his pipe greedily like in the past.He spoke solemnly, and even his beard didn't waver: "The day of national salvation is coming. People with flesh and blood refuse to be slaves to the subjugated country, and are willing to be the ghosts of the Japanese bayonet." Zhao San only knows that he is Chinese.No matter how many times others explain it to him, he still cannot understand what class he stands among the Chinese.Even so, Old Zhao San is also very progressive, he can represent the progress of the whole village, that is, he didn't know what a country is before, maybe he forgot that he is a citizen of that country! He stopped talking, and stood quietly in the center of the courtyard, waiting for the solemn and indignant ceremony to come. More than 30 people came to the conference, which brought heavy pressure, but it really touched Zhao San!Make his beard feel very important and untouchable too. The clear sky in April streams down from the ridge, and the big trees around the house stand in the sun at noon.The bright light of the sky makes an oath with the people. After Li Qingshan chanted the slogan, the widows and the single men who lost their families fell completely on their knees under the skylight.The backs of sheep flowed through the sky, and the big red candles on the table were burning in front of the silent heads.Li Qingshan The big man stood upright in front of the table: "Brothers! What day is it today! Do you know? Today... we are going to die... It's decided... Even if we hang our heads on all the treetops in the whole village, we are willing, Don't you?...Is it?...Brothers?..." The echo came from the widows first: "Yes! I am willing to cut into pieces!" The crying was as painful as piercing, and the crying sound fell into everyone's chest like a square cone.A burst of intense sadness swept over the drooping head, and the blue sky was about to fall! Old Zhao Sanli stood in front of the table, he didn't make a sound, and wept first: "The country... the country is destroyed! I... I am also... old! You are still young, you go to save the country! My old bones are... no longer useful!I am an old subjugated slave. I will not see you tear up the Japanese flag and wait for me to be buried in the grave...and put the Chinese flag on the top of the grave. I am Chinese!I want the Chinese flag.I am not a subjugated slave, I am a Chinese in life, and a Chinese ghost in death... no... not dead... A subjugated slave..." The thick and insoluble sorrow makes the leaves hang down.Zhao San knocked on the table twice in front of the red candle, and everyone cried to heaven together!People cry to heaven together.The great crowd wailed! In this way, a box gun was loaded with bullets and placed in front of everyone.Everyone walked to the gun and knelt down and swore: "If the heart is not sincere, God will kill me, shoot me, the gun has spirit, holiness and eyes!" Widows are also sworn.It is also speaking with the muzzle pointed at the heart.He only came back when Erliban was about to kill the sheep after people took the oath.From where did he catch a cock!Only he didn't take an oath. He didn't seem to be sad about the country's death. He led the goat and went home.Other people's eyes, especially old Zhao San's eyes, scolded him: "You old lame thing, you, don't you want to live?..."