A team of soldiers drove into Bailuyuan and lived in the Bailu warehouse of Tian Fuxian's general township. There were about thirty of them, each carrying a black spear, black shoes, black trousers, black coat and black hat, and white wrapping cloth on their calves, looking energetic and powerful. People quickly gave them the nickname of an image: the white-legged crow. The group of soldiers suddenly opened into the gate of the White Deer Warehouse and dispersed with a bang, surrounding the row of houses. One shouted, "Come out, come out, all hands up!" and the cacophony of tables, chairs, and benches toppling over, mixed with the panicked cries of men, was heard in the room. Tian Fuxian was rubbing mahjong with his subordinates, and all of a sudden they all got under the bed board or shrunk into the corner of the wall at a loss. A burst of gunfire swept across the roof, and a brutal Henan accent shouted again: "If you don't come out again, you will shoot in the house!" Tian Fuxian stood up from the corner of the wall, shook his shoulders and opened the door and walked out, and the other subordinates and the militia members also walked out of the house. They all raised their hands high, only Tian Fuxian hung down with one hand and the other hand on his waist very indifferently. A soldier shouted, "Raise your hands!" Tian Fuxian replied without losing his gentlemanly demeanor: "I am the head township covenant here, if you have something to say when you enter the house, what do you do with your hands?" An officer wearing a big brim hat walked over and held a short box gun in his hand: "Are you the head township covenant?" Tian Fuxian said his name and asked: "Which part of the old man is always there?" The officer said: "Zhen Song army." My surname is Yang, and I am a platoon leader in Yang. Then the thirty or so soldiers gathered from the front and back of the house and seized the guns of Tian Fuxian's regiment. Platoon Commander Yang said: "I was ordered by Commander Liu to be stationed in Bailucang. From now on, everything will obey Commander Liu's orders. Mr. Tian, if you are willing to continue to be the head township, we welcome it, and if you don't want to go home to your wife to hold the baby, we will find another person. Tian Fuxian was not willing to give up his life for them, but he was also unwilling to step down. Platoon Commander Yang said: "Your county magistrate has surrendered to the headquarters and is willing to serve Commander Liu. Tian Fuxian then said: "Yang Pai sat in the long room, sit down and talk." ”

Bai Jiaxuan, Lu San and Xiaowen were hoeing cotton all over the place, Lu Zilin hurriedly ran to the ground and asked him to go back to the village to beat the gong, and summoned the villagers to the big field outside the ancestral hall. Bai Jiaxuan said: "I don't knock. Then he turned around and went back to the row of cotton seedlings where he was hoeing, and squatted down to draft with a small iron hoe. Lu Zilin was in a hurry, so he ran into the cotton field, squatted next to Bai Jiaxuan and pleaded: "Brother Jiaxuan, you don't dare to touch it, that soldier is carrying a fast gun." I also forced someone to put a gun around their neck. Bai Jiaxuan still kept hoeing: "I know that you were forced, and Tian Fuxian was also forced to do it." But the people only accept the emperor's grain, which has been the case since ancient times. The food on the side is not paid. I don't strike this gong. ”

Lu Zilin went back to the village. Tian Fuxian then came running and said loudly and innocently: "Jiaxuan, why are you a melon? A good man doesn't eat the loss in front of him! This pole is full of hungry wolves, and he doesn't even blink an eye when he kills people." You are an understanding person, how can you hit yourself hard and suffer losses?" Bai Jiaxuan said: "You can't do things that are unreasonable, and you can't beat the gong that doesn't make sense." That's all. As he was talking, Lu Zilin led Platoon Commander Yang and three or four soldiers to the cotton field. Platoon Commander Yang asked, "Are you an official from Bailu Village?" Bai Jiaxuan held a small hoe in his hand and nodded. Platoon Commander Yang said: "Go back and strike the gong and summon people to the door of the ancestral hall." Bai Jiaxuan said: "I don't care about the villagers' food, I can't beat this gong." Whoever of you is going to strike will go and get the gong. Bai Jiaxuan took out a key to a brass hook from his waist and handed it to Platoon Commander Yang. Platoon Commander Yang pulled Bai Jiaxuan's hand away with the black barrel and said, "Go back to the village immediately and ring the gong for me." If you dare to say half a word, Lao Tzu will break your legs and tell you to crawl and knock on me. As he spoke, he pulled the bolt of the gun and pushed the bullet on, "Do you want to taste the taste of peanuts?" Lu San persuaded Jiaxuan. Son Xiaowen also advised. Lu Zilin also advised. Tian Fuxian persuaded Platoon Leader Yang to calm his anger with a smile. Lu Zilin, Lu San and Xiaowen pushed and pulled Bai Jiaxuan back to the village. Platoon Commander Yang and his soldiers followed.

Bai Jiaxuan struck the gong. The men, women and children of Bailu Village were shouted to the big field outside the ancestral hall. Platoon Commander Yang said that the rule of requisitioning grain is one mu and one bucket, and no matter whether it is water or dry land, it is not apportioned according to the six levels of "time, place, and people", which is too troublesome. After that, let the villagers watch the shooting show. The soldiers hung twenty or thirty roosters and hens caught upside down from village alleys and farmer's yards from tree branches, and the thirty or so soldiers stood in a row, and the sound of pushing and pulling the bolts of guns was chilling. Platoon Commander Yang first raised the box gun decorated with red ribbons, and after the sound of the "horn", a dense gunfire like bursting beans rang out one after another. Blue smoke rose from the black barrels of the soldiers, and a hail of red blood and flesh rose from under the locust tree, raising colorful chicken feathers in the air. The chickens that did not die quacked and wailed, the blood dripped, the twists and turns flowed on the ground, dozens of earthworm-like blood streams converged and combined, and the locust tree turned into a blood-red land, exuding a strong bloody smell. The field outside the ancestral hall was silent, most of the women lowered their heads, the men stared at their faces like wooden carvings, and the suppressed sobs of children were very harsh. Platoon Commander Yang inserted the box gun into the belt at his waist, and a lock of red silk danced in front of his crotch. His action of inserting the gun was extremely chic: "Fathers and brothers, go home now and prepare food, and hand it over in three days." ”

This unique grain collection ceremony and shooting performance started from Bailu Village and was carried out village by village. More than 30 soldiers entered different villages in three squads, shot a batch of hanging roosters, hens, white chickens, black chickens, reed chickens, apricot chickens, red chickens, hat chickens, raised a piece of blood, rain, flesh, hail, and raised a piece of colorful chicken feathers, leaving a pool of blood-red land, and then announced: One acre and one bucket, three days to pay. On the official road leading from each village to Bailu Town, oxen-pulled hardwood wheeled carts and wheelbarrows all loaded with bags full of grain blocked the road, and the people who delivered grain from various villages gathered in Bailu Town and moved in line to the Bailu Warehouse on the west side of the town. The Yicang set up by the famous Emperor Shiwen of the Qing Dynasty to help the victims of the disaster, which became an empty warehouse soon after his death, is now unprecedentedly rich. The large barn with a tiled roof was full of yellow wheat, and the yard was temporarily covered with oilcloth and the ground was also full of wheat, and there were endless carts of grain outside the door.

Heiwa carried a bag containing a bucket of wheat in the middle of the crowded grain delivery convoy, and slowly moved towards the gate with acquaintances or strangers. In front of his eyes were colorful chicken feathers and a pool of flesh and blood under the locust tree, and he could always smell the smell of hot blood in his nose. He couldn't wait impatiently, stilted over a wheelbarrow with a grain bag on his back, jumped into the gate, lifted the bottom of the pocket upside down, and the wheat flowed onto the wheat pile with a thud, and took a stamped receipt from Lu Zilin's hand, and came out of the back door that had been dug up temporarily. Heiwa returned to her cave, Xiao'e asked, "Jiaohu?" Heiwa took out the piece of paper with "Lu Zhaoqian Yidou" written on it and the seal of the white deer warehouse from her pocket, handed it to Xiao'e and said, "Put this piece on hold, people will check it in the future." Xiao'e took the note and said, "You've been out of the house these days, why am I panicking in my heart!" Heiwa nodded and said, "Forget it, don't go out." Let's see. Heiwa was actually more worried than Xiao'e, that day outside the ancestral hall to watch the soldiers' shooting performance, he didn't let Xiao'e go out, and locked Xiao'e in the kiln with an iron lock. It's a pity to hand over a bucket of wheat, but Xiao'e's good-looking appearance has become a heavy burden on his heart. With the arrival of this group of soldiers, rumors about their various misdeeds quietly and rapidly spread in the White Deer Plain, and the most spread was how they spoiled the slightly more beautiful woman. If one of these legends could be confirmed, the soldiers in black uniforms dressed in white wraps would be tantamount to four-legged brutes.

Heiwa was kicked out by her father and lived in this cave. The cave is very broken, the original owner stored forage and firewood in it, piled up wheat bran in summer and piled up grain stalks in autumn, installed a fence door woven with willow strips to prevent pigs and dogs from entering the arch or pooping and peeing, and there was a small skylight above the kiln door that was ventilated. Heiwa was excited to buy this cave for a while, and finally had a nest of her own in the open Bailu Plain. Heiwa borrowed a stone rammer and a wooden model, dug soil on the cliff next to the cave and laid two stacks (500 pieces per stack) of adobe, first set a fire kang in the kiln, and then built a pot connected to the fire kang, and then knocked down the broken kiln wall, bought a rough and sturdy wooden door cut by the mountain people from Bailu Town, and installed a tic-tac-toe window, an iron pot and a board were also bought and placed in the cave. When smoke came out of the kiln door and window, the two of them choked and coughed and burst into tears, but they hugged and cried happily. For the first time, they slept on the warm kang that had been dried, and once again they cried with excitement. Heiwa said: "No matter how blind and rotten it is, it is always our own home." Xiao'e whimpered and said, "I'm not blind or rotten, as long as I have you...... I would like to eat bran vegetables. ”

Heiwa bought a stone hammer and a wooden mold and went out to make money by digging adobe. In the 72 lines of livelihood in the countryside, it is natural for Heiwa to choose neither to spend a lot of money to buy equipment, nor to study adobe for three and five years. After beating himself two stacks of adobe, he learned this clumsy craft without a teacher, and confidently carried the stone hammer and carried the wooden model out of the village, and wandered around the familiar and strange villages, where the master who needed to exchange the adobe for the kang wall led him to the moat, and stripped off his clothes, and smashed the light and heavy rhythmic ramming in the dawn of dawn. The master took care of three meals, saved some rations, and in the evening took the copper and hemp money given to him by the master and returned to the cave to hand them to Xiao'e. Throughout the long spring leisure time, except for rainy days, the black baby is out early and returns late. When it was time to cut the wheat with a sickle, he took up a sickle and hurried to the field. First go to the original slope area, where the wheat is the first to ripen due to the direct sunlight and the lack of water and drought on the slope, and when the wheat harvest on the original slope is nearing the end, the wheat in the Zishui River Road is harvested with a sickle, and finally the wheat on the Bailu Plain. Due to the difference in climate and soil quality between the original Kamihara slope and Kawado, the wheat harvest period lasts almost for one month. During the one-month wheat harvest, Heiwa can earn more than two months of wages as a wheat customer. When the wheat guest and the lord's family went to the land, they negotiated the price according to the growth of the wheat, and after the harvest was finished, they measured the land in steps, and opened the money in person. Heiwa gets up early and is greedy for darkness, and picks up thick and dense wheat fields with high labor prices to start, trying to earn a few more money. Over the course of a year, in addition to providing Xiao'e with food and essential expenses, he has saved a considerable amount of copper and hemp money. In the month of Layue, he seized the opportunity of a villager to sell his land, and immediately bought a gentle slope of land with a herringbone size on the slope of the mountain. He built a pigsty outside the kiln gate, and caught a pig baby when the weather warmed up after the Spring Festival. He dug a small hole under the cliff next to the cave as a chicken coop, and Xiao'e also began to play with the chickens. Heiwa planted a row of saplings on the ridge outside the cave, elms, tsubaki trees and locust trees bloomed leaves one after another, and the chickens and pigs in the kiln courtyard were full of vitality, showing a competitive atmosphere of living at home. He walked out of the warm cave in the morning, and returned to the cave at night, and stayed with Xiao'e sweetly at night, never wandering around the village. If you can't go out on a rainy day, you can do some housework in the kiln that you usually don't care about, even if there is nothing to do at all, you just lie on the kang and watch the soles of Xiao Ona's shoes, and the sizzling sound of hemp rope passing through the soles is a heart-warming and moving music. Heiwa had matured in his own subtle senses, his cheeks began to show the outline of his father Lusan, the fur on his upper lip and chin had already turned black, his eyebrow bones were raised, and his eyes revealed a calm and ruthless complexion. His arms became as thick as rafters, and when he was happy, he lifted Xiao'e up and threw it on the top of the kiln, caught it and threw it again, which frightened Xiao'e and screamed. The muscles of his chest were coiled into two large plates, and he had a strong momentum when he walked. His ** is extremely strong, and he can't empty it almost every night. The cave lived alone outside the village, and Xiao'e moaned happily unguardedly, walking together to the peak of the ecstasy, and then snuggling into the dream.

Heiwa broke the ground with her head in the yard outside the kiln gate, flattened it, sprinkled it with water, sprinkled it with firewood ash, and used a wooden paddle to push the small bluestone to crush the scene, ready to cut her own wheat. A primary school student came to the village and said, "Uncle, my teacher told you to go to school." Heiwa stopped and asked, "Which of your teachers called me?" The elementary school student said, "Teacher Lu." Principal Deer. Heiwa asked again: "When do you want me to go?" The elementary school student paused: "I didn't say what time." I'll tell you to go anyway!"

It wasn't until after dark that Heiwa came out of the kiln. Heiwa walked out of the kiln door and remembered the scene when Lu Zhaopeng stuffed a piece of rock candy into his hand. The wonderful sweetness of rock candy made him cry. He swore to himself that when he grew up and earned money, he would buy a bag of rock candy. Zhao Peng gave him a piece of crystal cake the second time, and he threw it into the grass. Lu Zhaopeng is now the principal of the eye-catching Bailu Junior School, wearing a foreign cloth uniform and with parted hair, he can be regarded as a foreigner in Bailu Town. He is a poor man who can't even work for a long time and can only work part-time to earn odd money, and he can't even worship the ancestral hall. Occasionally, when he was returning from work, he bumped into Zhaopeng walking by the side of the school, and hurriedly said hello and left, and there was no connection between a dignified principal and a hard worker. Until he walked into the gate of the school, Heiwa still couldn't guess why Zhaopeng was looking for him. The school was quiet, with lights on three or four windows covered with white paper. Heiwa asked someone to find Zhaopeng's house. Zhao Peng was scrubbing his body in a pair of shorts, and said, "Ah, the rare guest can sit casually!" Zhao Peng went out and splashed water and came back to kick on his trousers, poured a cup of herbal tea for Heiwa, and the two chatted.

"Heiwa, why are you doing it? Don't come to me to gossip?"

"You're busy teaching, I'm busy making adobe to earn money, and we don't have time to spare. ”

"How have you been doing in the past two years?"

"It's okay!"

"Do you earn enough food to eat?"

"It's not much close!"

"Is the cave where you live all muddy?"

"It's nothing, ** can't collapse!"

"You're all the best!" Zhao Peng teased him, and then deliberately asked, "You stole back a daughter-in-law, the patriarch did not allow you to enter the ancestral hall to worship your ancestors, do you live in your heart?"

"You're farting!" Heiwa bounced up from her chair as if she had been burned by fire, and her face changed suddenly, "You're tired of being the principal, aren't you?

"Scolding so well, black baby. Heiwa, you scolded well. Scold all the swear words and ugly words you scolded when you were a child, I haven't heard it for many years, I want to hear you scold people too much!" Zhao Peng urged with a smile, "Why don't you scold just one sentence?"

Heiwa snorted in her nose and turned to walk towards the door. Zhao Peng rushed over and hugged his shoulder: "Yes, yes, yes, this move is like Heiwa's move." Listening to the words that don't please the ear, the neck twisted and stared, and the foot was pulled out and turned around and left, I remember Heiwa, you have been this stubborn temper since you were a child. ”

Heiwa asked irritably, "What are you going to do?"

"Can't I call you to come and talk to you if it's okay? Zhao Peng blamed Heiwa instead, "Come to me and let go freely, and put on a restrained bear look! How can I talk to you?"

Heiwa smiled with relief: "You are the principal!"

Zhaopeng didn't mind saying: "I was the principal and I didn't be the principal of your black baby, you avoided me and saw me and restrained, which made people uncomfortable." ”

Heiwa explained: "You don't know wow, I dare to go all over the world, and I dare to enter the yamen of the county government, but I dare not enter the door of the school, I am afraid to panic when I see Mr. You know, this is the disease that Mr. Xu in our village school has planted for me since I was a child. ”

"You're amazing, black baby. Zhao Peng changed the subject, "I only admire one person in our Bailu Village, guess who it is? ”

"Me?" the black baby pursed the corners of her lips and said contemptuously, "the first one with black spots." ”

"You dare to find yourself a daughter-in-law—" Zhao Peng said, "You are better than me!"

Heiwa glared vigilantly: "Are you kidding me again?"

Zhao Peng got up from his chair and said impassionedly: "You, Heiwa, are the first person in Bailu Village to break through the feudal shackles and practice marriage autonomy. You don't care about the feudal etiquette and religion, you have withstood the oppression of the clan law and achieved the freedom of marriage, which is so great and great!"

Heiwa was at a loss: "I can't tell if you're talking nonsense or making fun of me......"

"This is called self-reliance, love, love. Zhaopeng continued to impassionedly, "The aim of the National Revolution is to abolish feudal rule and realize democratic freedom, including the freedom to marry." In the future, the arranged marriage of three media and six certificates will be abolished, and everyone will have to choose the woman they like as a daughter-in-law like you. Don't worry about the patriarch not letting you enter the ancestral hall. If you don't let you worship your ancestors, you and Xiao'e won't be able to live as adults, and you will live better and more freely!"

Heiwa listened with wide eyes in horror, no longer doubting whether Zhaopeng was playing tricks on herself, and asked, "Where did you get these scary words?"

That's what the revolutionary youth of the whole of China say, do. The countryside is still very closed, and the tide of new ideas has not yet swept up. Zhaopeng said sincerely and sadly, "Although I praise you, I want to be free to fall in love but I can't be free...... I'm a little jealous of you, I admire you. ”

"Oh-" Heiwa suddenly realized, moved by Zhaopeng's sincerity, "You marry a daughter-in-law and don't go home, you just want to ...... yourself"

Zhaopeng said: "I haven't given in yet, the struggle is more complicated than you......"

Heiwa was deeply infected, and admired Zhaopeng's sincere trust even more: "Did you call me here to say this? The people in the village, whether they were poor, rich, men, women, old or young, all looked at me with squinted eyes, and I didn't have the face to say a word to anyone all day long. Okay, Zhaopeng...... If you have anything in the future, as long as your brother can help you, just say yes. ”

Zhao Peng said bluntly: "I am going to burn down the grain table of Bailu Cang. Do you dare to do it?"

Heiwa couldn't help but let out an "ah", bounced up from the chair, and stared at Zhaopeng in surprise. If this was said by any stunned farmer in Bailu Village, he might not have been so surprised; how could Lu Zhaopeng, the son of the dignified Bailucang No. 1 Security Station and the principal of the Bailu Township County Junior Primary School, think of burning the garrison's grain platform? Although his family's grain has also been handed over, it will never be like a poor man's family boiling rice for the pot of rice, right? As a gentleman and principal, he earns a hard ocean issued by the county government, which has nothing to do with the grain table, how could a gentleman and elegant gentleman think of doing this kind of arson and burning grain, which is undoubtedly an act of bandit riot? His mind couldn't spin for a while, staring at Lu Zhaopeng with surprised eyes and not knowing what to say.

Zhaopeng asked: "Do you know what kind of goods this pole team for grain collection is?"

Heiwa said: "I heard that there is a leader surnamed Zhang in the city today, and tomorrow another person surnamed Ma will drive away the surname Zhang, and the day after tomorrow another person surnamed Guo will drive away the surname Ma, and the flags on the city wall will also be red for blue, blue for yellow, and yellow for red." I can't figure it out, and no one can figure it out. ”

"This is a gang of counter-revolutionary warlords. Zhaopeng said, "The National Revolutionary Army is fighting north from Guangzhou and winning victory after victory. The warlords of Beijing entangled the reactionaries of the whole country to prevent the revolutionary army from coming north, and the Song army of Liujiazhen, which is now besieging the city, is a counter-revolutionary army. The generals Li Hu, Yang Hu and Erhu, who defended the city in Xi'an, were both members of the National Revolutionary Army. ”

Heiwa didn't understand, just responded with "oh oh".

Zhaopeng said: "Commander Liu of the Zhensong Army is a ruffian hooligan. He had earlier ventured into the ranks of the Anyway Revolution and later defected to the warlords. He didn't want revolution, he wanted to be king in Xi'an. Henan has been plagued by disasters for many years, and the hungry people are like flies and bandits, so the surnamed Liu returned to Henan to recruit soldiers and said, 'Follow me as a soldier to kill Tongguan and enter Xi'an.' Xi'an's pot helmet is a handful of thick noodles and three feet long. The women of Xi'an have all competed against Yang Guifei...... 'They are a rabble of soldiers and bandits. ”

Heiwa had roughly understood: "Oh! It's such a!"

Zhaopeng said: "The grain table was burned to the dog day, do you dare to do it?"

Heiwa showed the demeanor of a general: "If you burn it, you will give him a dog day." Don't you dare!"

Zhaopeng said: "If you are willing to do it, let's set this fire." Show the people on the White Deer Plain a sky-high fire. ”

Heiwa was already encouraged: "It's too easy to burn that grain table." The soldiers stopped the trick that the people had given them to kill chickens, and they slept with peace of mind! ”

At this moment, a person walked out of the suite of the house, and Heiwa saw that it was a Han tailor, and couldn't help but be surprised. Tailor Han is a customer who moved to Bailu Town last year, renting two storefront rooms and sewing clothes for people with a pedal machine to earn money, and no one can figure out where he is from. The people who rushed to the market watched as he stepped on the pedals of the machine with his feet as if he were watching a Western scene, making a continuous chirping sound, and a shiny needle scurried up and down, sewing the pieces of cloth together. Although there were many onlookers, business was very sluggish, only the school teachers and a few students paid him to sew uniforms, and the farmers, both poor and rich, just watched the excitement. Tailor Han smiled calmly and said, "I will also set fire to the grain table." Heiwa also understood, and there was no need to ask again. The three of them conspired under the kerosene lamp to carry out a specific plan for the plan, where to climb over the wall and enter, where to burn first and then where to light, no matter what, to hide the well rope, and to light the fire and hang the water. The three of them agreed on how to use the code to communicate, and the specific division of labor was carefully considered. Heiwa patted her head and said, "Your foreign oil (kerosene) lamp has a smell, which makes me dizzy and want to vomit." ”

Finally waited for a windy night. The three men climbed up separately from the three walls. There was a guard wandering around the gate, and a guard wandering around the courtyard. Heiwa jumped into the courtyard first, walked around the grain piled up in the courtyard and turned behind the guard, slapped a brick on his head, and the guard fell limply. He took the stinking kerosene cylinder from his waist, unscrewed the screw caps, poured kerosene on the door panels of the row of houses, and found the foreign fire box. Since she was a child, Heiwa has used fire sickles and flints to fight sparks to ignite coal paper, and has never used foreign fire. He tried to burn two black fires in Zhaopeng's house, which were much more convenient than fire sickles and flints, and it would be good if he could afford them when he could afford them. Heiwa drew a foreign fire according to the agreed plan, and a blue flame burst out with a pop, and the wooden door splashed with kerosene lit up. The guards at the gate screamed and fired a shot. Heiwa had jumped over the wall around the house, and the tiled-roof granary and the pile of grain in the yard covered with oilcloth caught fire almost simultaneously. Heiwa climbed up the wall and was not in a hurry to escape, looking very embarrassed as the guard shouted and fired his gun in the courtyard. The crow soldiers in the house began to shout and shout, and the soldiers who rushed out of the fire gate first rolled in the yard to extinguish the fire. Seeing that the flames were already rushing up to the warehouse and the eaves of the row of houses, Heiwa jumped off the wall and left. He ran back to his cave and pulled the sleeping Xiao'e up so that she could watch the spectacle of the fire. Xiao'e walked out of the kiln door and shouted, "Mom!" The sky to the west was red. Heiwa said: "The grain table is burning. Xiao'e said: "It's really bold and cold baby, dare to burn the grain table!" Heiwa said: "The white wolf set the fire." Xiao'e asked, "Where is the white wolf?" Heiwa said, "The white wolf is standing behind you." Xiao'e was shocked and said, "Are you a white wolf......? Oh yes, I see you've been sneaky these days...... "Heiwa is silent."

There was a sudden commotion in the village, and there was a cacophony of talking, and men and women stood in the streets to watch the spectacle of the fire. The flames are like the ever-changing mountains, sometimes thousands of people are in unison, sometimes the peaks are protruding, the flames are like majestic forests, sometimes roaring, sometimes lingering, and the flames are like thousands of macaques and thousands of elves dancing wildly. The people gloated as the wheat they had sent into the White Deer Barn turned into a magnificent flame in an instant. Heiwa stood on the edge of the cliff of the kiln to watch his masterpiece, and Xiao'e was half-leaning in the crook of his arm. The angry shouts of soldiers came from the village, and the awkward Henan accent sounded more and more awkward, forcing people to fight the fire. The soldiers ignored the caves under the cliffs outside the village, and only banged on the doors of the village and shouted loudly. Heiwa ran back to the cave and picked up two wooden stabs, breaking free from Xiao'e's obstruction: "I'll go and see the excitement." He picked up two buckets of water from the big waterlogging pond in the middle of the village, sandwiched them between the men who carried the buckets and the basins, and walked through the village alleys and the streets of Bailu Town, unable to move forward. The fire scorched people's faces with pain, and the billowing smoke choked people so that they couldn't open their eyes, so they splashed the water everywhere and walked back with empty buckets. The fire was no longer extinguishable. A bare-armed and bare-legged man could not get even a step closer to the fire. The burned grains of wheat bounced up and burned again in the air, like fireworks set off on New Year's night. The fire burned until dawn, and the dazzling flame made the sun rising over the eastern plains lose its charm.

Subsequently, on the square brick doorpost of the most conspicuous No. 1 Security Station in Bailu Town, a slogan was found: White wolf, the one who set fire to the grain platform. The handwriting is ochre-red, which is written with a broom after soaking in water from a kind of red clay produced locally, and it is very eye-catching and conspicuous on the blue bricks. When Lu Zilin entered the door, he saw so many people surrounding the door and didn't know what was going on, and when he opened the crowd and saw the ochre-red slogan, his face became waxy. He didn't enter the door and went to report to Platoon Commander Yang. Yang Platoon Commander came running with a box gun in his waist, his face was gray, his eyes were red and sticky like a freshly boiled plastic pot, and the red silk on the box gun inserted in his waist had been burned to the point that only a short section remained. Platoon Commander Yang pulled out the box gun and fired a shot in the air, gritting his teeth and shouting: "Get out of here, get out of that fucking stinky cunt!" Platoon Commander Yang immediately ordered the soldiers to conduct a search, searching for people and artifacts related to the slogan. Check who has the remnants of laterite, the clay pots, copper and porcelain pots soaked in laterite, and the broom used to dip the laterite slurry for writing.

All the houses in Bailu Cang were reduced to ashes along with the wheat, and Platoon Commander Yang led his soldiers into the Bailu Town Junior Primary School, and the students were all too scared to come to school. Pots and pots and brooms were piled up in the large courtyard, but none of them provided any reliable evidence. No matter how stupid this stupid method of solving the crime was, more than 30 soldiers still followed it seriously, starting with the search in Bailu Village and advancing into many surrounding villages. None of the three "white wolves" who set fire to the fire were listed as key suspects, and the Han tailor still put the tailoring case under the tent at the door of the shop, and cut the line with a long bamboo ruler and white gray pen, and the soldiers did not even have the leisure to ask him. Hearing that the soldiers were searching for evidence from house to house, Heiwa sent Xiao'e to hide in the field and pretend to dig wild vegetables, what he was worried about was not the evidence of arson but the appearance of Xiao'e. The three soldiers walked into the cave with a high spirit, and then bluffed and said, "I see that you guy seems to have set fire!" Heiwa smiled: "Boss, you didn't hit my throat, what did I do by hurting the boss?" I only handed the boss a bucket of wheat, not three stones and five stones...... The soldiers picked up the black clay basin with a thick layer of urine and dirt from the chicken coop and broke it. Although Lu Zhaopeng resolutely refused when Platoon Commander Yang was stationed at the school the night before, he finally accepted the fait accompli. Platoon Commander Yang had no intention of the unfriendly attitude of Lu Zilin's principal's son, but he never thought that this handsome principal was the "white wolf" who set the fire. Two or three days later, Lu Zhaopeng said to the restless Platoon Commander Yang after dinner: "Platoon Commander Yang, can you gallop on paper and gallop on the horse, so that you can strategize on the battlefield - kill two games?" Platoon Commander Yang quickly made a list of arsonists.

Bai Jiaxuan's lungs exploded after hearing the summons, he was not afraid of being involved in the fire case, nor was he afraid of being wronged, but mainly because he couldn't bear such an insult. When Lu Zilin interrogated him in an extremely sympathetic tone, Bai Jiaxuan was smoking a hookah at the large square table in his upper room Ming Hall, and kicked the hookah onto the table with a "bang": "This Henan egg is blind, isn't it?" Lu Zilin said: "You go and explain to Platoon Leader Yang, and I will explain to him again." Don't be the top - he's a monkey who burns Jiriko, and he'll catch anyone if he's in a hurry. As he spoke, three soldiers with guns walked in outside the door: "And Bai Xiaowen, who can also write, let's go together." ”

The father and son of the Bai family walked out of the door, accompanied by Lu Zilin, followed by three soldiers with guns. Bai Jiaxuan looked at the pedestrians in Bailu Town who stopped to watch, the insult on his face had made him white, and he straightened his waist more and more. Platoon Commander Yang said to Bai Jiaxuan and his son in his temporary house: "Don't panic. Just leave your handwriting. Then he led the father and son into a classroom where a pot of red clay mud was placed on the table, and a broom was placed in the basin. The walls of the classroom were already full of words, all of which read, "White wolf, who set fire to the grain table". Bai Jiaxuan angrily picked up the broom dipped in mud and wrote the same line, and Bai Xiaowen also wrote. Bai Jiaxuan couldn't help but be angry when he wrote, and asked: "As the saying goes, catch thieves and catch stolen goods, catch traitors and catch doubles." Boss, why did you spoil me on this journey?" Platoon Commander Yang was also angry and said, "Why are you badly trampled on you?" Bai Jiaxuan sneered and said: "What kind of words is this written! Is it a couplet of red affairs or a guide banner for funerals?" Platoon Commander Yang suddenly turned around and stared at Bai Jiaxuan: "You talk cleanly! Don't say what kind ......of bullshit patriarch and official you are, if you dare to say half a word of nonsense, Lao Tzu will knock you down with one shot." Lu Zilin immediately persuaded Platoon Commander Yang to take back the gun, Xiaowen pushed his father out of the classroom and walked to the yard, Platoon Commander Yang chased him to the steps and shouted: "You sent chicken feather posters to incite trouble and hand over the farmers, it was not a good thing in the first place!" Bai Jiaxuan was even more angry and ashamed when he turned over the old accounts.

The fire burned for three days and three nights, and white ash flew all over the sky, and a thick layer of white powder sank into the roof tiles and yards of every house. After the fire was extinguished, the unburned grain pile still glowed red in the night, and the whole village and fields filled the village and fields with the smell of burnt buns. A sudden rainstorm completely extinguished the embers and washed away the ash dust on the leaves of the roof tiles and the young leaves of the autumn seedlings. When the weather is clear, the nearby villagers carry the kudzu cage in ox carts and wheelbarrows to load the ashes, and the ashes and soil manure of the wheat are mixed with the fields to be an excellent fertilizer for crops and cotton. About half a month later, Platoon Commander Yang stationed in Bailucang led his soldiers again. Platoon Commander Yang first called Yotian Fuxian, the head township, and summoned the officials of the nine townships and 98 large and small natural villages of the nine security centers to hold a meeting in the school in Bailu Town. Platoon Commander Yang walked with a slight limp, which was a bone wound caused by the regiment commander's order to beat the 20th army stick. Platoon Commander Yang said: "The military rations burned in Bailuyuan have to be replenished from Bailuyuan. Burn it and levy it again, tell him to burn it again, burn it again and levy it again. This time, it's one acre and one bucket, one person and one bucket. Burn it again and add it again. Someone pleaded: "Boss, the reason why the army needs to eat grain is very clear, and since ancient times, soldiers have been raised by the people, and they have to be requisitioned again if the grain is burned." It's just that a stubble has just been levied after the wheat harvest, and I'm afraid that it will be difficult to do it again. Is it to wait until after the autumn harvest to levy it? In this way, it is good to tell the people......" Platoon Commander Yang interrupted him with a wave of his hand: "Don't say this again." The day after tomorrow, the collection of food will be started, and all of them will be sent to this school. Tomorrow, Bailu Town will gather and shoot the white wolf who burned the grain table. Whoever dares to resist and refuse to pay the grain, whether it is an official or a person, will be punished like a white wolf. ”

The next day, in the wilderness outside the walls of the White Deer Warehouse, three people who were tied up by the five flowers were tied to wooden posts, unkempt, ragged, drooping, and actually dying. Crowds of people crowded to see the lively villagers. More than thirty soldiers lined up in a row, raised their guns, and the sound of pushing and pulling the bolts of their guns was exactly the same as that of shooting chickens. Platoon Commander Yang pulled out the box gun from his waist, and the handle of the gun had been replaced with a new flame-like dazzling red silk, and his movements were no longer elegant but more powerful. The three "white wolves" did not react in the slightest, did not cry or scream, and the spectators wondered if they were alive before they were shot. They didn't even shake the reaction, which made the onlookers feel that it was not as enthusiastic as shooting a live chicken.

A few days later, a terrible rumor spread in the alleys of various villages and alleys, and the three "white wolves" who were killed were actually three who asked for food.