Sunlight.

Green gauze tent.

Green and yellow wheat fields.

People entering and leaving the city began to appear on the road.

There are men, women, young and old, but there are no young girls.

Carry a load and sell vegetables, or hang bags on your shoulders, or hold a basket in your hands.

The world is not good, and living is the only luxury.

The people who were so poor that they could not even get enough grain to harvest were each trying to find their own ways.

The first choice is to borrow grain from relatives. If you can’t borrow it, you can borrow it from the landlords of each village. If you can’t borrow it, you can only sell the land left by your ancestors.

There is a village outside the east gate of the ancient city.

Nie Ziwen, who fled from the south to his uncle's house two years ago, made a living by teaching the children in the village to read, write letters to others, and write some tributes.

Now my wife is seriously ill in bed and my uncle's house has no surplus food.

He has no land here, and no property, and it seems that he doesn't even sell it...

Nie Ziwen, wearing a long gown, stood at the entrance of the Xu family courtyard in the next village.

A team member at the door sarcastically said, "You have been borrowing every month during the Chinese New Year. Do you really think that our Xu family is a great charity?"

Another one followed and advised: "I tell you, how good is it to give your daughter to my uncle as a concubine?"

Nie Ziwen's face was dull and he shook his head: "Although my Nie family is poor, it is not as good as selling children and daughters..."

"Haha, then you go find your uncle Nie, he is the guest of Commander Komatsu..."

"Bah, even if I starve to death, I won't eat his family's food..."

"Okay, you have a habit. You don't want to go to your family, and you don't want to send your daughter here. Seeing that Mr. Nie didn't ask you to pay back the food, my uncle is kind-hearted. Are you so poor and arrogant? Get out of here quickly..."

"I am a high school teacher in the provincial capital. How dare you say that to me..."

"Okay, I respect you as a literati. What a literati these days is useless? The Imperial Military School in the city recruits teachers. You said you don't want to be a dog. Since you have the backbone, do you still have the face to come to borrow food from the dog?"

When the detective team member next to him heard what his companion said, why was it wrong: "Hey, Xu Erbangzi, how dare you call our uncle a dog?"

Xu Erbangzi was stunned for a moment: "Hehe, I said it wrong. I want to be a bitch and want to set up a archway. What's so good about the world?"

"My surname is Nie, get out of here quickly if you have nothing to do. Don't run here early in the morning to cry..."

Nie Ziwen had no choice but to turn around and leave.

I only drank one bowl of millet soup last night, and I was so hungry that I felt dizzy when I put my chest on my back.

The thin figure walked step by step on the path in the middle of the wheat field.

From time to time, I look at the ancient city walls not far away that seem to have never changed since ancient times.

In order to survive, his family rented a piece of land from the landlord Wang family, but the wheat in the field was still filling.

The sweet potato has not yet grown.

It seems that I have to go and pick up another handful of wheat and red leaves to make porridge...

He felt that he really didn't have more energy to walk around the mass grave in front and walked home.

I plan to take a shortcut from the sorghum field next to the wheat field and return to the village...

"Stop!" A low shout came from the sorghum, and followed two young men with patches on their bodies to appear in front of him.

"Oh, isn't this Teacher Nie?" The person who spoke was Guo Hui, the eldest son of Guo from the east of the village. He had long heard that he was "rebelling" with the Eighth Route Army!

"Guo Hui? What are you doing here?"

"Teacher Nie, have you gone to Xu's house to borrow food again?"

"Well..."

After the two sides said hello, Nie Ziwen continued to go deep into the green tent.

The soldier next to Guo Hui asked, "Do you want to control him?"

"No, Mr. Nie is quite strong. He didn't agree to the Japanese who asked him to teach in the city several times. He kept staying in the village to teach the children to read. After a while, everyone gathered together and gave his house ten kilograms of fried noodles..." After saying that, he began to flip through his own dry food bag.

Nie Ziwen tightened his belt and walked slowly to the big locust tree in the south of the village. He felt dizzy and could no longer hold on and fainted in the wheat field next to him.

After a while, I woke up slowly and heard someone muttering.

"Hey, this time I caught that guy Guo Hui and didn't break the Guo family's fortunes!"

"Be careful when speaking, our city defense and police force have Eighth Route Eighth Route Eyeliners..."

"I have been in the army to get paid, but I still want to ruin the pay of the imperial army all day long, and I will definitely catch all those who have bad intentions..."

"Boy, you have to live long these days. Being low-key is the long-term solution. After fighting with the Eighth Route Army, don't rush forward, your gun is not eye-catching..."

"Tsk, be in danger of being precious. If you kill an Eighth Route Army and reward ten yuan, I will hope to kill a few Eighth Route Army and marry another concubine this time..."

"Why haven't the bastards from the sergeant team come yet?"

What do they do? We just need to guard the bridge and shoot black guns.

This time, a brigade commander of the Autonomous Army was shot. The Self-Defeat Army did not send people to come. How could the Eighth Route Army provoke?

Brigade Commander Li must be from the Eighth Route Army.

Are the Eighth Route Army stupid? He dared to come to the execution ground of the Imperial Army...

I guess this battle will be dark, and after that, let's go to the kiln to have a walk...

"Don't talk, someone is here..."

Nie Ziwen saw two guerrillas sneaking out with guns in the distance by the green gauze tent.

He quickly climbed the ditch along the edge of the wheat field and crawled with his feet, and went around to the east of the village and disappeared quickly in the village.

As soon as Guo Hui walked out of the broken yard where Nie Ziwen lived, he ran into Teacher Nie who was back.

Nie Ziwen looked at Guo Hui: "Why are you here?"

Uh, I've sent some food to your family...

"Get out now!" This guy was not kind-hearted. He came to deliver food. It was definitely a weasel who wished the chicken a New Year. Mostly he came to find his daughter.

Guo Hui smiled awkwardly: "Hey, I'll give you food, you should pay attention to your words..."

Nie Ziwen had a dark face: "What kind of thoughts are you, boy? Do you think I don't know?"

"Okay, there's something else, let's go first."

"You wait..."

"Uncle, do you have something to do?"

"Are you going to rob the execution ground?"

"Oh, what did you say?"

"There are people from the city defense and police forces hidden in the south of the village. When I just passed by, I heard them muttering that they were going to catch all the Eighth Route Army and all the way..."

"Hehe, there's nothing... I don't have family matters, so I'll leave first."

...

Sorghum field edge.

The villagers were looking around with patches on their shoulders, elbows and knees.

A traitor from the Investigation Team in black came to the edge of the Qingshi tent: "Why are you here now?"

"Didn't you want me to see clearly? They are hiding in the sorghum field on the east side of the village..."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course, they hid in the sorghum field last night... My second boy is staring at it..."

“How many people are there?”

"It would take dozens of times to say less, and some of them were still not clear, and it would cost more than one hundred..."

The traitor picked out a few hand strips from the bag and picked the largest number: "Okay, you're doing a good job. Go back and register for the surveillance team and get fifty kilograms of millet..."

The man looked excited: "Then I'll go back first..."

"Hey, don't get too close to them, just look at them."

"Don't worry, I can still do something."

In the fields, the traitor in the black-clothed sergeant team quickly ran towards the artillery tower.

He was going to go to the artillery tower to call the city to report the movements of the Eighth Route Army...

I was caught by the rope on the ground and chewed with shit...

Overwhelming a piece of sorghum stalk...
To be continued...