Chapter 3 eight grandpa

Wang Ertie has only studied in a private school for a few days, so he probably knows a few characters in Dou Da.He doesn't have the slightest liking for pen, ink and books, but he likes playing football, raising birds and flying kites.He particularly dislikes books.Instead of books, he was educated by Yetai Opera Pingshu, and rural ditties and legends. He envied the heroes in idle books, dramas, and legends, and when he was fighting with weapons and singing operas in the countryside, his actions, in his own thinking, were indeed heroic.Let's take opera as an example, he is always sent by the manager as an under-stage thug.If someone molested women or made trouble on purpose on the stage, so that the order of the church could not be maintained, the person in charge would shout "Pull it out", and Wang Ertie and the rest of the thugs would pull the troublemaker out and beat him up. .This kind of effort to maintain order, of course, has a little reward: the manager completely leaves the last day's play to the thugs to mobilize, and the thugs will inevitably focus on the plays that women would never dare to watch, and enjoy the day as much as possible.However, the business and power of the thugs has not always been so breezy.If the beaten people want to take revenge and form a team to challenge the battle, even after many days after the show has been killed, the beaters still have to fight; they would rather lose their heads than bend their knees.Although head loss is not fun, but to watch the "honor" scene on the last day, Wang Ertie and his partners are not willing to back down and show weakness; as long as there is a scene, they are always thugs.

Among the heroes Wang Ertie knew, such as Zhang Fei, Li Kui, Wu Song, Huang Tianba, etc., he admired Kang Xiaoba the most.There are some reasons for this: First, when the Queen Mother was in power, Kang Xiaoba made all the military and civilian officials in Beijing famous and fearful, and made all the prefectures and counties feel excited and terrified.There are people in their 70s and 80s who have seen him with their own eyes.Verbal descriptions are more powerful than words.Wang Ertie had only seen Huang Tianba and Li Kui on the stage, but people often heard about Kang Xiaoba; Kang Xiaoba was almost still alive.Huang Tianba can only play darts, while Kang Xiaoba uses a pair of pistols.Pistols, what a familiar, original, mouth-watering thing!With a man who can jerk a pistol in front of him, who would envy a man who wields an ax or shakes his head.Second, it is said that Kang Xiaoba is a short black man with two fast legs.As for Wang Ertie, his face was as black as iron, and his stature was not high.His friends often make fun of him for his dark face and short stature.He clearly knew that this was just a joke and it didn't hurt his dignity, but he always felt a little bit uncomfortable in his heart.He wanted to wash away this little "stain".Huang Tianba on the stage, he saw, was always very beautiful with powder on his face and pom-poms on his head.He began to oppose Huang Tianba.When he watched "Donghuangzhuang", Kang Xiaoba was dressed in plain clothes and thin-soled fast boots, far inferior to Huang Tianba's beauty and prestige, but he was playing with real swords and guns. He immediately came to a satisfactory conclusion : Huang Tianba is just a little boy, and Kang Xiaoba—short and dark like himself—is the real hero. To this conclusion, he and his friends fought many times.The more he fought, the more he worked hard on boxing, kicking stakes, wrestling, and taking the big head, so as to prove to everyone that he was the reincarnation of Kang Xiaoba, and Kang Xiaoba was indeed more powerful than Huang Tianba.

Hard fists make short people tall, and black people white.No one dared to be playful with Wang Ertie anymore, it was not worthwhile to be wronged because of having a good time.However, there is still a place where the fist can't hit.Everyone didn't dare to speak out, but muttered behind their backs.They secretly nicknamed him - Dongyang Ghost!In appearance, Dongyang Gui implies that he is short; in psychology, everyone expresses hatred for him, just like hating the Japanese. Er Tie hated the Japanese just like other country people.He doesn't know the history of Japan's invasion of China, but the term Japanese is almost as annoying to him as flies and bugs.Now the "Oriental Ghost" has been added to himself, and he can't bear it.He wanted to stamp out this hateful nickname with his fists.However, everyone didn't say it explicitly, but just shot it out with their eyes!He wants to leave his hometown.He had long wanted to leave his hometown—north of Beiping, and approach Daliuzhuang in Changping.In order to realize his ideal, he must go.His stature, complexion, strength, and footsteps all resembled Kang Xiaoba.Kang Xiaoba is a donkey driver, he is a farmer himself, a good man is not afraid of low birth.Facing Beishan, he often conceived a plan: If there were hundreds of minion soldiers, he would lead them to guard the mountain pass and rob merchants.Then when the food is sufficient and the horse is strong, and then plant the apricot flag to do justice for the sky, save the weak and help the poor, wouldn't he become Dou Erdun?However, King Dou Zhai is no match for Kang Xiaoba.Mr. Kang Ba has no minions, no copycats, but he dares to commit crimes in the city of Beijing.After committing the case, he strutted into the teahouse and wine shop, and even the police detectives who handled the case had to rush over to collect money from the Eighth Master.They didn't agree with each other, pulled out their pistols, bang!Whoever cares whether you are a son or grandson or a civil and military official, the Eighth Lord will be merciless.When it came time to surrender to the lawsuit, the Eighth Grandpa entered the Beiyamen, still unshackled on his feet, uncuffed on his hands, eating meat, drinking and playing with women freely.After the Nanyamen finalized the case, even the Queen Mother wanted to see this black dwarf.At the entrance of the vegetable market, the eighth master jumped onto the basket lying upside down under Ling Chi's pillar, without changing his face.It is not allowed to use needles to make snacks, and it is not allowed to cut off the scalp to cover the eyes. The Eighth Master opened his eyes and looked at his nipples. His arm was cut off by the executioner, and asked loudly with a smile: "Has the Eighth Master changed color?" Thousands and tens of thousands of people cheered together: "Okay!" This is considered a hero, even Dou Erdun is not so strong!

Kang Xiaoba almost possessed Er Tie's body.As long as Er Tie is not idle, whenever he has free time, he can't help questioning himself, why that black dwarf can do earth-shattering things, while he, a black dwarf, just squats at home and plucks wheat to pluck the ground?He longed for a pistol.With a gun, he went to Peiping.He no longer stared at Beishan in a daze, and Beiping was the place where he could really show his face; his heart and face were both facing south. However, he couldn't get a pistol.Even if he could get it, he still couldn't walk away.His old mother is still alive.He is not afraid of his mother, and he has never understood what filial piety is from books.Perhaps it was some kind of national cultural glue that glued him more or less to Chinese history. After all, he was a Chinese, so he felt a lot of embarrassment towards his mother.It seems that there is an invisible rope in the mother's hand, tying his wild donkey to the elm tree outside the door.He always wanted to leave without saying goodbye.Sometimes he really went ten or twenty miles, although he didn't have a pistol in his waist, but he did carry some dry food.Walking around, he turned the horse's head.No, the old mother's white hair and toothless mouth did not allow him to be a hero.Walking home, whether he was plucking wheat or splitting sorghum leaves, he was the first in the whole village examination.He used his heroic energy to work the crops.Not to please anyone, but to expend energy.Therefore, although he is called "Oriental Ghost" by his enemies, ordinary people can't help but praise him when they speak with conscience: "Although Er Tie is a troublesome fool, he is not bad to his mother." !"

In the spring of the July 7th Anti-Japanese War, Mrs. Wang died.Er Tie cried for a long time, then sold two acres of land, drank half a catty of Baigan, and buried his mother.After the funeral was over, he didn't have the heart to do anything, he just walked around outside the village in his filial robe.It's the busy time of farming, and the second railway is absolutely unwilling to go busy.The old people in the village saw some danger.After dinner, when they were lighting leaf cigarettes, they prophesied in low voices: "This boy has lost his mother, who is he afraid of? Just watch, maybe he will be lazy and sell the fields. I don’t have anything to do, make some cat urine, get drunk and mess around. Spend all the money, or he will be a thief, I don’t have eyes!” There are more than one fears that follow this prophecy: he will drink and make trouble, and will molested Women will collude with bandits, and will lure young people to be bad... But Er Tie did nothing.He often sat in front of his mother's grave, facing south in a daze.Otherwise, he would take his own face by the pond outside the village.The white filial piety made his face darker.While taking pictures, he touched his face with his hands.Almost every piece of flesh on his face was hard, with edges and corners everywhere.Such a hard and angular face would not be very respectable, but it made him happy to touch it. Of course a tough guy has a tough face.Only the tip of his squat nose was a little limp.When he got tired of looking at himself, he raised his head in a trance, pinched, rubbed, and pulled his nose with three fingers, as if it was fun.

Suddenly, he sold everything bit by bit.Very cheap.The elders in the village almost didn't dare to look him in the eye. Part of their prophecy had already been fulfilled, and they were anxiously waiting for tomorrow's development.At the same time, the butchers, wine sellers, and even the cart sellers all yelled a few more times outside the Wang's house in unison.Sometimes, when they met him on the road, they would stop to chat with him and look at his waist.However, his hands never reached his pocket.He still practiced kung fu sooner or later.Gamblers, from the same village as well as those from other villages, often strike up a conversation and come to practice with him, hoping that after practicing kung fu, he will accompany them to play Pai Gow as well.One day, he lost his temper: "My money was saved to buy guns! Get out!"

buy a gun!buy a gun!buy a gun!After a while, it spread throughout the village and outside the village.The hearts of the elders are going to jump out of their mouths! Suddenly, Wang Ertie disappeared. Go buy a gun!Go buy a gun!Everyone scrambled to promote it on his behalf, and guessed what the second iron would do after the gun was in hand.Someone bet on it. After more than a month, everyone got impatient, and Er Tie came back sweating profusely.He had already taken off his filial piety clothes and put on a new blue trousers and coat made of indanthrene.Everyone immediately became detectives, trying to see his pistol.If he had the gun at his waist, it should be easy to see, since he was only wearing a singlet.However, none of us could find anything.He was sometimes barebacked, with nothing around his waist except a wide, stiff belt.

The children herding cattle gradually became important figures.Er Tie often walked far away alone, and the people in the village swore that they really heard gunshots in the distance.This must be the second iron shooting targets in a remote place, or, hmph, maybe it was robbery!Adults don't have time, and children herding cattle will beat around the bush.Although the children did not see the Ertie actually shooting targets or robbing people somewhere, their reports always provided everyone with suspicious information—which is of course very interesting. At the end of June, Ertie wanted to sell his three earth houses.No one dared to buy it.After hitting a few snags, he dragged the village head—a dry old man in his fifties who still ate catty cakes and noodles—to his door like Dou Erdun pulling Huang Tianba.Press the village head on the millstone, and he sits on a bunch of sorghum stalks.Straight to the point, he told the village chief:

"I'm selling these three mud houses, and I'll use the money immediately, and you sell them to me!" The village head combed his short beard with fingers like old tree roots, then shook his head. "You don't care?" Er Tie stood up. "I know what you want to do?" "Then don't worry about it," Er Tie took a step forward. "Let me ask you, do you want these three earth houses?" The village chief shook his head slightly again. Er Tie took another step forward.He pressed his hand on the waist door. "Second iron!" The village head swallowed. "Er Tie! You are a good boy, strong and capable. Why don't you start a family and have children and raise a daughter like a person? Selling the house and land, are you worthy of your old people? Tell me!"

Er Tie stared at a flower caterpillar on the ground for only a second.Then he fixed his eyes on the village chief's, and his eyes and face suddenly became darker. "Do you know who I am?" "Nonsense! Aren't you the second iron?" "I'm Kang Xiaoba! I'm black, I'm short, I'm strong, I'm fast, and I have a gun!" He gasped. "This poor village can't keep me, I want to go to the big city to be a good man! Hurry up, you heard that there is another Kang Xiaoba in the big city, that's me! Don't be afraid, I won't scare you in this poor village Scaring you idiots. I'm going to stand outside the front door, rob two cars, and show you!" "Oh!" The old man stood up slowly, wanting to walk away.

Er Tie grabbed the old man's wrist. "Don't go! What about these three houses? Is it worth my whole life to work for this big ass and this smelly room?" "I, I don't care! Kang Xiaoba is a thief!" "What?" Er Tie clenched his hand a little bit. "I mean!" The old man said deliberately, "Kang Xiaoba is a thief, good people don't become thieves!" Er Tie touched the gun with his hand.He knew that Kang Xiaoba would always shoot first, so as not to waste too much time. The old man smiled, and said calmly and gently: "Tell you, Ertie, it's not that year anymore. Back then, Kang Xiaoba had a gun, but others didn't, so he was able to run amok and make trouble in Beijing. Now, guns don't count." It’s a rarity, I’m afraid you won’t be able to use it. I’m telling the truth, you can listen to me or not!” After speaking, the old man smiled again, took his hand calmly, and walked away slowly. Er Tie was stunned.His mind—untrained in any way—couldn't dwell on anything.On weekdays, I just do what I want to do on a whim, regardless of the result.Today, when he heard the words of the village chief, he felt a chill in his heart, and his enthusiasm for fighting with a gun dropped a lot.His hand left the gun.I seem to want to think about something.However, he didn't have the habit of thinking, he just felt blocked in his heart, no, he couldn't give in so easily, he had to do something to make his heart happy.He quickly drew out his gun, and after a few steps, he shouted loudly, "Stop!" The mayor stood still. "These three mud houses are for you to watch. If you can sell them, you can sell them; if you can't sell them, you can watch them! If you don't obey, look at this!" Er Tie raised his gun, bang!A bullet went into the trunk of an old elm. "I'm leaving, and when I come back, I'll be the real Kang Xiaoba!" After saying that, he almost brushed the village chief's shoulder, and walked southward with big strides, the gun still in his hand.The villagers rushed to the door when they heard the gunshot, but when they saw Er Tie with the gun, they all shrank their heads back into the door. When we got to the Guanxiang of Andingmen, the Second Railway still asked where Beiping was.He still couldn't believe it when he heard "This is Peking".In his heart, Beiping is full of walls made of precious stones, and the trees on the street are corals one or two feet high. How can this Guanxiang be so ordinary?What makes him even more sad is that he has seen people with guns, security forces, military police, all have guns!Those who don't think about it in advance will regret it the fastest.He regrets it.That's right, with his four or five mu of land and three earthen houses, he may not even be able to be a wife after working hard all his life, let alone a hero.However, now he has not seen the inner courtyard of the palace with diamonds as big as rice bowls and golden nails bigger than steamed buns, but he has seen many guns, long and short, and gleaming bayonets.He knew that if he didn't use guys but just punched and kicked, he wouldn't care if ten or eight strong men came up.But what would he do if a dozen guns surrounded him?The bullets made a deep hole in the old elm tree!He wanted to turn the horse's head and go home.But his feet still go forward.Can't go home.Back home there is nothing but herding cattle, plowing, sweating, eating cornmeal and fighting fruitless fights.Beiping is the place where dragons are hidden and tigers are crouching. Although there are many guns, a good man is always a good man.He entered Andingmen. He found out that Tianqiao was in the south, so he ran straight to the bridge.In the city, seeing cars, trams, and big shops with gold plaques made him much happier.As he walked, he thought about it, if he robbed a car or a gold shop alone, wouldn't it be tantamount to robbing the royal salary and the royal horse?Those red-faced and green-faced people he remembered, those who wore a hero's cloak, came and went in and out of his heart, like a martial arts show. In Tianqiaoer, he hadn't dared to commit crimes yet.In the bag was the money for selling the fields. He ate the water to explode the goat belly, watched Kunban's bouncing show, and was still practicing boxing, selling plasters, lifting double stones, and wrestling. He performed a few times .In less than three or four days, almost all the hooligans in this area knew about Kang Xiaoba in Beijing.Friends of wine and meat, you can worship brothers twice a day.Er Tie—Kang Xiaoba from Beijing—has a hard mouth, but a hard waist.Everyone knew not only that he had money in his pocket, but also that he had a pistol.When he was drunk by everyone, everyone deliberately asked: "What should I do if I run out of money?" His black face was urged by the alcohol and turned black and purple. He wanted not to answer this question, but he refused to listen, and said very quickly: "I have a gun, and I am Kang Xiaoba!" His allies are no longer the hundred and eight generals on Liangshanbo.They sold him to the detective team on the eve of July 7th. He shot to resist arrest and walked out of Yongding Gate. In the small broken-earth temple, he leaned against the altar and took a nap.Open your eyes, it's already dawn.He was very happy to open it so unintentionally.From then on, his everything depended on his guts and pistols.He couldn't make any more turns, the road in front of him was like a train track that had been laid out, and he could only clink along the track like a train.He is already a hero, and he only needs to do one more daring and ruthless thing, and he will become an earth-shattering hero. Unfortunately, the sound of gunfire at the Marco Polo Bridge shook the whole world. Who cares about whether Kang Xiaoba is not Kang Xiaoba.All the guns in Peiping were ready to shoot at the enemy, only Er Tie still dreamed of robbing a car with his own little black thing. He didn't understand what everyone's anger, surprise, yelling, crying, and cursing were all for.He wholeheartedly wants to teach everyone to call him the Eighth Lord, but people all curse the Japanese.Oh, the Japanese, he hated the Japanese himself.Today, the title and prestige of his Eighth Lord is suppressed by the Japanese, so he hates the Japanese.Should he go to work with the Japanese and teach the Japanese to know that he is the eighth grandfather?He can't decide.His brain is not enough. He returned to Tianqiaoer safely, as if he had never fired a gun and resisted arrest.After finding the person who betrayed him, he wanted to try the gun again to increase his prestige.However, they have no fear.They said in unison: "What is our stinking matter? If you have the ability, go beat the Japanese!" Hearing this kind of words, he couldn't tell whether everyone was irritating him or fearing him.He just felt that such words seemed to be able to go to his heart, so that he couldn't keep the bullet, and it had other uses. Peiping fell.When the brigade of Japanese tanks and infantry was marching from Nanyuan to Yongdingmen, the second railway was outside the city, lying behind a willow tree by the roadside.Very quickly, he fired all the bullets.Before the Japanese ghosts came to catch him, he had already jumped out: "Grandchildren, be a good man and a good man, I am Mr. Kang Ba!" He thought that the Japanese would drag him to Caishikou, so that he could see how he died with his eyes open.Before he died, he would shout: "I killed six of them, is it worth it?" After everyone finished applauding, he would say: "Go to Daliuzhuang to send a message, my Wang Ertie is really successful!" Mr. Kang Ba!" However, how many bayonets pierced into his flesh.The Japanese warriors did not know Kang Xiaoba, and their bushido did not understand Kang Xiaoba's courage and strength.