After the Japanese attacked, the people in the Central Plains lived in vain.

Young people have to ask their relatives and friends to visit boxers, and learn two-handed cat kung fu to defend themselves and protect the house.

The Japanese puppet army recruited military rations and seized strong laborers to dig blockades and repair artillery towers.

Many people may starve to death at any time after eating without a meal.

Seeing those rich people eating and dressing warmly, they will naturally become jealous.

Simply distinguish the rich people by good or bad, and roughly believe that poor people are good people, and rich people must be bad people. If you are not bad, how can you be rich?

After years of warlords fighting in the Central Plains, countless guns were hidden among the people.

Therefore, many people take risks on dark and windy nights, holding guns to kill the rich and help the poor.

After tasting the sweetness, I found that this business will not only not be hungry, but also make money quickly.

Well, what kind of crops should you plant or do business? Wouldn’t it be enough to just do a business without a lot?

Everyone knows that only a thousand thieves are not the reason to defend against thieves for a thousand days. In order to preserve their property, the rich people will fight against these heroes who are wandering around in order to protect their property from being robbed and kidnapped.

I had to buy guns and bullets to support a group of people to guard the house.

The strong laborers who could have worked were devoted to the housekeeping guarding the yard.

It seriously affects the rural production order and destroys the rural autonomy system.

Some people in rich families have guns.

Single-handed rangers are not able to attack the rich.

If you can't grab things, you will go hungry and slowly start to gather together to keep warm.

The crowded people occupy the mountain and become king, and rely on the many people to kidnap the road and kidnap the road.

He is unwilling to fall into the world and claim to be a hero, and continues to wander around and make trouble.

Bandits are rampant, and the rich are not allowed to invest more money in guarding the house.

Moreover, the family was not very powerful, and the wealthy people in the neighboring village began to unite to organize militias to fight against those bandits who were indecisive and the heroes of the Green Forest.

The militias in each village began to grow and grow. The militias had no number, but they had to give themselves a majestic name.

So all kinds of sects that rose up gradually became popular.

Zhao Haichen went to school and knew how to do kung fu, but he was not stupid.

After walking north for nearly twenty miles, I finally saw the village where I grew up.

The subordinates of the banhou hurriedly reported: "Not the Eighth Route Army is chasing me..."

If you are rich and noble, you will not return home, like walking in brocade clothes at night.

Zhao Haichen looked at the village in the distance and knew that he was very good at experiencing the limelight in these troubled times.

Only by being low-key can one live long, so he did not let his bandits go back to the village with him.

I thought to take two trustworthy brothers back to my hometown to take a look.

Three miles away from the village, Zhao Haichen issued a stern order: "Stay on the spot, no one is allowed to run around!"

After working hard all night, the bandits immediately dispersed as soon as they entered the green gauze tent. Three people were in a group and five people lay on the ground to sleep.

The sorghum in the morning is quite cool.

After clearing the warning post and the traces of entering the sorghum, all of which were arranged were made, then he took his two confidants to the village.

In recent years, the Japanese have been rampant, catching laborers everywhere and sent to the islands as local laborers.

Every year, I will bring the puppet troops to loot...

So much so that the villages with large tracts of land are not prosperous.

If it weren't for the arrival of a large number of refugees who fled last year, nine out of ten rooms would have been empty in the village.

Many villagers who escaped did not know Zhao Haichen at all, nor did they know Zhao Haichen's true identity. When they saw the young master of the Zhao family appearing in the village with a gentle look on their faces, they were not afraid at all.

A thin and lonely aunt with white hair leaned against the gate of the dilapidated and low courtyard. Looking at her body, she could probably blow down a gust of wind.

He was trembling and greeting Zhao Haichen: "Young Master Haichen is back?"

"Hello Aunt Qi, please take these two pieces of Guangyang..." Zhao Haichen was generous and directly arranged two pieces of Yuan Datou.

Although the Zhao family declined, their ancestors had a family of scholars, and the lean camels were bigger than horses.

Aunt Qi's eyes shone brightly, her hands were not shaking or her legs were trembling, and she quickly reached out to take it: "I just knew the young master was capable..."

Zhao Haichen quickly walked out of a high-walled courtyard that was burned by fire, kicked open the temporary door that was temporarily built with fences and broke into the courtyard.

Then he quickly turned into the backyard, rushed into the dark room, and shouted loudly: "Chunhua, come out quickly, the boss is back..."

There is no one in the room.

Hearing Zhao Haichen's cry, a plump woman poked her head out of the wood house: "You killer, you haven't been home for so long..."

Zhao Haichen trotted forward, hugged the woman into the firewood house, and threw a gold bar onto the stovetop of the firewood house.

He followed the woman leaned against the wood pile and sat down: "Hehe, I've made some money this time!"

The woman leaned over and picked up the gold bar on the stove, quickly put it in her mouth and took it out. The marks of her teeth were clearly visible: "It's true!"

After saying that, the woman turned around and sat directly on Zhao Haichen's lap, her full chest was swelling rapidly: "Boss, I heard that the Eighth Route Army has captured Qinghe County. Are you going to join in the fun when you come back at this time?"

Zhao Haichen was busy pulling his trousers: "Hehe, the Eighth Route Army of China captured Qinghe County, but it was impossible to defend. This time, our elder brother happened to put Qinghe County into his pocket..."

"I heard... Ergouzi next door has done a good job in Guantao County. You have been with Brother Wang for so many years, why are you still doing those things that are stolen and shameful for him?"

"You know what a fool, the rafters that stand out will rot first. Nowadays, if you do things for the Japanese, you will be shot sooner or later..."

"Tsk, who is not sitting in this world? I think the Qing Dynasty entered the Central Plains before, we were not the same...Oh... I went to the wrong place..."

...

No matter how bad a person is, he has parents.

I have never heard of anyone jumping out of the crack of the stone like Monkey Monkey.

Village east.

Zhao Family Ancestral Hall.

There are long wooden tablets with black painted white characters placed on the mourning hall of black painted Mawu.

The spirit card is very new.

Old Xiucai Zhao, who was in his sixties, sat in the ancestral hall.

With his hands trembling, there was a shiny muffled shell gun with a large nose on the low table next to him.

The muzzle was pointing at the yard gate.

Outside the open courtyard door, Zhao Haichen stuck to the outer wall of the door, staring at the two open doors in the morning sun with some fear: "Uncle, don't be stubborn, your way of governing the world won't work..."

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "I asked you to read more, but you fucked the devils and sold their ancestors for honor, which caused the ancestral hall to be burned by the devils. Unless I die today, you don't want to enter the ancestral hall."

"Do you think I really want to enter this broken ancestral hall? If my surname wasn't Zhao, I wouldn't have come to this ancestral hall if I weren't killed..."

"My poor second brother, why didn't you strangle this Xiao Zi to death when you were born..."

"You dog thing, what qualifications do you have to say to my dad..."

"Dare you dare to call me a dog? You bastard..." The scholar reached out to hold the gun, lifted it, and seemed to pull the trigger casually.

Bang...

A bullet was shot out of the cavity and accurately hit the beam of the courtyard door.

The old scholar Zhao yelled: "Get out quickly!"

Zhao Haichen sighed, took out a cloth bag from his pocket and threw it into the ancestral hall: "These are some houses and some land deeds I bought in the city. I put them outside the door... I agreed that these gold bars were not for you, but for the brothers and sisters of our Zhao family to build houses..."

Zhao Xiucai in the ancestral hall did not change his attitude because of Zhao Haichen's words: "A house with blood and gold bars with souls, aren't you afraid of a ghost coming to take your life in the middle of the night?"

"Don't mention those that are not available, remember them. In recent times, don't drink water from the river..."

"Whether it's up to you to drink or not..." After the old scholar said that, he raised his gun and fired another shot at the door.

Bang...

A stream of smoke and dust flew out from the wood chips, and the bullet hit the beam of the courtyard door again accurately.

A middle-aged man in long gown hurried to the gate of the yard, greeted Zhao Haichen who was standing outside the door, and shouted to the ancestral hall: "Uncle Zhao... Something happened to Zhao Laoqi's family in the south of the village..."

"What's wrong?"

"It's already afternoon, and I haven't seen his family go out, and the chimney is not smoking. I asked Shui Sheng to climb over the wall and see, and found that their family is dead..."

"Take me to see!" The old scholar walked with a quick pace and went out directly with a gun, pulling the door and locking it.

Ignore Zhao Haichen, who was cautiously hunched his neck.

Only unfilial descendants will climb over the wall and pick locks into the ancestral temple.

Zhao Haichen, who really wanted to enter the ancestral temple, had no choice but to follow the old scholar's uncle to the south of the village.
To be continued...