Before the old lady Jiang who was so anxious that she was in the house came up with a way to be ugly from the clansmen who surrounded her and even cried and shouted, another group of people who reported the Eighth Route Army entered Dawu Village at this time, and they were so shocked that the clansmen who surrounded the old lady Jiang fled in all directions, and only put the old lady Jiang with a deer's head cane in front of those who reported the Eighth Route Army, and stepped forward to greet him.

It is strange to say that although those characters who reported the number of the Eighth Route Army were dressed in tatters, their faces were full of vegetables, and the items in their hands were even more uneven, they spoke with a sense of harmony and energy, and the etiquette was also thorough. I heard that Mrs. Jiang said that Ding Zhuang in the village asked the Imperial Association Army to arrest him, and he agreed without any delay to help rescue Ding Zhuang who was captured in Dawu Village back to the village.

After bowing and thanking those who reported the Eighth Route Army, Mrs. Jiang muttered again in her heart......

Since ancient times, bandits have been like combs, soldiers have been like washing, and the world is as black as crows, where in the world can there be this master who is willing to risk his life to save people in distress when he first arrives?

In particular, these characters who reported the Eighth Route Army were not familiar with their lives, and they only said that they wanted to ask Dawu Village to find a strong man who could guide the way, so that they could take a shortcut and save people before those Imperial Allied Army and Japanese soldiers entered the turret. But the strong men in the village are now hidden in the secret kiln under the ancestral hall, if these people who reported the Eighth Route Army saw the remaining strong men, God knows if they would turn their faces and deny people and tie up the remaining Ding Zhuang?

After thinking about it, the housekeeper who followed Mrs. Jiang was in a hurry, lying on Mrs. Jiang's ear and muttering a few words, and then she helped Mrs. Jiang, who nodded frequently, to run to the Guandi Temple on the Screen Ridge to find Mo Tianliu, who was born to feed in Dawu Village!

Twenty years ago, there was a great drought in southern Hebei, thousands of miles of red land, starvation everywhere, and even the big and small Wu villages also relied on the public warehouse to release grain after the public discussion in the clan, which can be regarded as the life of thousands of lives in the big and small Wu villages. But in the face of the hungry people who came to Da and Xiao Wu Villages from outside the road to beg for food and survival, Mrs. Jiang could only grit her teeth fiercely, close her eyes, and order the closure of the village in a dumb voice - the residents of Da and Xiao Wu Villages, each person will hang their lives with a bowl of thin soup every day, where is there any extra food to help others?

Seeing that there was no food to be found in the big and small Wu villages, the cry of the hungry people begging for food and survival shook the sky, but they could only go away, leaving only a hundred or so hungry people who could not walk and could only close their eyes and wait for death under the walls outside the villages of Da and Xiao Wu villages.

It is estimated that God can't stand such a miserable scene in this world, and it has been dry for more than half a year, and there was a thunderclap on a sunny day, and then it rained heavily. In the pouring rain that had been falling for three days, Ding Zhuang, who was guarding the wall outside the village, faintly heard the cry of a doll in the rain. When the rain passed, Mrs. Jiang climbed the wall to take a look, and saw a red doll lying in the muddy water under the wall, and her mouth and nose were about to be flooded with muddy water, but she waved her little hands and feet and cried endlessly!

almost fell down the wall, Mrs. Jiang couldn't care about the muddy water all over the ground, and picked up the red doll from the puddle with her own hands!

- can cry hungry and cry for three days in this pouring rain without dying, this doll's life is already hard enough to kill the king of Hades! Like this, a creature who doesn't take from the sky and doesn't take from the earth, if he doesn't help him to live, I'm afraid that even the heavens, earth, ghosts and gods won't tolerate it!

Listening to Mrs. Jiang's categorical words, the men, women and children in the big and small Wu villages naturally had no objections, and even the surname of this doll did not dare to change - this milk doll has a wooden carved longevity lock around its neck, and there is a word 'Mo' on it.

is also to make this milk doll easy to feed, and Mrs. Jiang gave this milk doll a cheap name of 'Tianliu'.

Relying on a mouthful of the east and a spoonful of the west, Mo Tianliu slowly grew into a person. But I don't know if this Mo Tianliu is really a fate that the sky doesn't dare to manage, and the earth can't be restrained, since he was sensible, Mo Tian stayed in Da and Xiao Wu Villages, and there was no day to stop, and he also led the babies of the same size in Da and Xiao Wu Villages to play tricks.

Today, blocking the chimney on the roof of the east house, unloading the axle tenon of the west house tomorrow, digging out the eggs that have just come down from the chicken coop, and pinching the pods that have just formed seeds in the bean field, the villagers go to the old lady Jiang to complain, and the old lady Jiang picks up the hookah, only to think about taking a sip of hookah to stabilize her heart, and when she lands, she is choked with tears - the tobacco is actually called Mo Tianliu stuffed with chili powder!

I have beaten and scolded, tied to the big tree at the entrance of the village to dry, hung in the dry well at the end of the village and frozen, but in the blink of an eye, I saw that Mo Tianliu, who had been cleaned up and scolded, was making trouble elsewhere. People say that only after the scar can the pain be forgotten, this Mo Tianliuleng has the ability to harm people with scars!

Seeing that a life saved back then had become a scourge now, Mrs. Jiang moved the idea of opening an ancestral hall, asking for family law, and expelling Mo Tianliu from Da and Xiao Wu Villages. But he didn't want a group of bandits from outside to kidnap a few children in the village who were herding sheep, and asked the village to take out 500 oceans and 1,000 catties of white flour to ransom people within three days. Before the people in the village opened the ancestral hall, Mo Tianliu, who was not welcome to see dogs on weekdays, led the children who were called tied up with meat tickets and walked into the ancestral hall slowly, and before he could say a word, he had already fallen headlong in front of the ancestral tablet enshrined in the ancestral hall.

After this incident, the residents in Da and Xiaowu villages naturally have a gratitude to Mo Tianliu, and they also turn a blind eye to Mo Tianliu's nonsense on weekdays, and scold a few words and beat a few times, just think that there is one more buried person in the village, and don't take care of it seriously!

Seeing Mo Tianliu, who was dressed in a buried costume, running to the wheat field in the village, gathering together and looking at the women and children in the Dawu Village of the Eighth Route Army from a distance, he suddenly breathed a long sigh of relief. There were a few women who thought they could still talk to Mo Tianliu, and they were even more busy shouting at Mo Tianliu: "Dog, it's all up to you this time!" ”

"Your Shuangzhu brother was arrested, you two grew up together.......

"That's it! Last year, my aunt's family just dried out all the new buds asked you to pick them away, and my aunt doesn't blame you anymore........"

Very lazy and smiling at those elderly women, Mo Tianliu kept his feet, but his mouth was not idle at all: "Can you remember a year after eating your bunch of buds?" Then do you remember that you chased me from the entrance of the village to the end of the village? ”

"I stood on the mountain beam and shouted three times, and Shuangzhu was still reluctant to cut down the bundle of firewood, he deserved to be a fool and be arrested!"

"Rely on me? I'm just going to show you a way, and I don't ask anything! ”

In the midst of the shouting, Mo Tianliu stood in front of the strangers who were gathered in a pile in the wheat field, and lazily picked his chin at one of the middle-aged men with a short gun on his waist: "Are you the official of the Eighth Road?" ”

He nodded to Mo Tianliu very kindly, and the middle-aged man who looked like he was in his forties and whose shoulders were much thicker than ordinary people laughed and said, "I'm the captain!" Are you a fellow villager in Dawu Village who was selected to show us the way? ”

Listening to the middle-aged man's non-authentic southern Hebei dialect, Mo Tianliu laughed unceremoniously: "Listening to your words, why aren't you from southern Hebei, where can we become villagers?" Don't talk about the gossip on the side, if you can keep up with me under your feet, we can still set up an ambush in front of those imperial alliance troops! ”

As if he didn't care about the unceremonious tone in Mo Tianliu's voice at all, the middle-aged man turned over slightly: "Then it's hard work!" ”

Glancing at the uneven weapons in the hands of the twenty or so eight-way people standing together, Mo Tianliu pursed his lips with some disdain, and muttered to himself in a low voice: "There are only seven or eight hard fire clans in total, and you still want to stop the people and horses of the Imperial Cooperative Army?" It's the master who came for a walk again, cheating on food and drink......"

Obviously, he heard Mo Tianliu's muttering, and among the eight roads that carried the weapons in their hands on their shoulders and were preparing for a long-distance attack, a young man who was about the same age as Mo Tianliu waved the red tassel gun in his hand very angrily: "Fighting a war is not something that can be won just by relying on the good things in your hands!" If you are brave and smart enough, you can win with a gun empty-handed! ”

With a sneer, Mo Tianliu didn't pay attention to the young man who collided with his words, but just trotted down the road at the entrance of the village. And behind Mo Tianliu, more than two dozen Eighth Route Army, who had already put their weapons on their shoulders and even re-fought their leggings, all quickly followed Mo Tianliu's footsteps.

After walking only two or three miles on the main road, Mo Tianliu quickly turned to the right, and got into a col covered by weeds, stepping on the stones in the col that had been washed down from the top of the mountain by the rain, and jumped towards the top of the mountain. It was just a bag of cigarettes, and on the top of the hill a boulder the size of two houses and shaped like a mushroom umbrella was already in sight.

Taking a slight breath, Mo Tianliu turned his head to look behind him with some pride, but was stunned to find that the Eighth Route Army team that followed closely behind him was not far behind as he expected. In particular, the commander of the Eighth Route Army, who was carrying a short spear, was two or three steps behind him, jumping forward like a vigorous mountain leopard.

Raising his eyes to look at Mo Tianliu, who had stopped in front of him, a kind smile suddenly appeared on the face of the commander of the Eighth Route Army, and he whispered to Mo Tianliu in a soft tone: "Fellow, if you are tired, rest?" Although this mountain road has never been afraid of slowness and only standing, how can our footsteps be faster than those Japanese devils and the Imperial Army, and we can rush there! ”

Glancing at the commander of the Eighth Route Army, who was not breathing, Mo Tianliu snorted a little unconvinced, turned his head and shouted at the boulder that looked like a big mushroom: "Mallet!" Silly mallet! ”