After making sure that this sneaky guy was not a devil or a bandit, Yanggou Village was completely quiet.

In those days, there were no electric lights, and although there were oil lamps, it cost money to light kerosene lamps, so once it was dark, it was often pitch black.

But tonight, there are two oil lamps in Yanggou Village, but they have been on all night.

One is Lu Yan's family, and the other is Wang Baochang's family.

Baojia began in the Song Dynasty and has always been a means used by the dynasty to consolidate grassroots rule.

During the Republic of China, Nanjing also used this system in order to reduce the living space of the Yan'an troops.

After the Xi'an Incident, the united front was formed, and the preventive function of the armor protection system against the Yan'an troops disappeared, but this system was still preserved, and more functions were reflected in supervising the local people's conditions and helping to collect various harsh taxes and assessments.

Wang Baochang's name is Wang Changtian, he knows a few words, and he was already the chief of the village many years ago.

At this moment, Wang Changtian was smoking dry cigarettes one pot after another, and the whole room was full of smoke.

The two sons, Wang Wenping and Wang Wenhua, sat on the bench, looking at Wang Changtian, who was frowning, and their two black faces were twisted into bitter melons.

"Old man, you just take two less bites!"

The old woman coughed and said, "No matter how much you smoke, you can't think of any way, it's better to go to bed early - you're not sleepy, the two children are still sleepy!" ”

"What do you know?"

Wang Changtian scolded: "Do you know that the Eighth Road is coming? Do you know what the Eight Roads do? Fight the local tyrants to divide the land, and want communism - you said that our family has worked hard for so many years, and it is not easy to save so many acres of land, and I see that I can live a few days of peaceful life, but he came here and gave our family communism, so our family has been busy for so many years? ”

As soon as she heard that she was going to give more than a dozen acres of her own land to the Communist Party, the old woman suddenly became anxious: "Old man, you can quickly think of a way......

"Dad, why don't we gather the whole village early tomorrow morning and drive the eight roads away?" The eldest son, Wang Wenhua, said.

"If it's that simple, why am I worried?"

Wang Changtian glared at him and said: "Usually what our family says, I am the chief of security, and the neighbors must listen, but now it is different, the Eighth Road wants to be communist, but in addition to our family in the village, who has a field?" Aren't they all tenants of Uncle Ma's family? They wish that the Eight Roads would be communist, and the land would be distributed to them...... Maybe they even want to divide the dozen acres of land in He's family, can they help us? ”

The second Wang Wenping got up and scurried around.

"What are you doing?" Wang Changtian roared.

"Find a guy - I'm going to him!"

Wang Wenping gritted his teeth and said: "Anyway, he is a foreigner, and if he dies in our village, he will be buried on the spot, and no one will care about ...... at all."

"Idiot - sit down for me!"

Hearing this, Wang Changtian jumped up directly from the bed, trembling all over: "Why did I give birth to such a waste as you, God really has no eyes......"

"What's wrong with me?"

Wang Wenping sat down and said with an aggrieved face: "Am I not doing this for the sake of the family?" ”

"For what's the house? I think you're trying to harm your family! ”

Wang Changtian said angrily: "People come to our village to be one, but behind the people, there is a large army, if there is a little wind to go out, can our family live?"

"And with your size, can you do it better than others?"

Wang Wenhua helped on the side, looked at his younger brother who was not as tall as himself, and said: "People are killers who can kill even the Japanese, and they still have guns in their hands, don't talk about you, just let us all the people in the village go together, it is estimated that everyone can kill us all......"

"That guy, it's not that powerful......"

Wang Wenping was stunned for a moment, and said with some disbelief.

"More than a dozen Eight Roads died in Maling Village, and he came out alive alone, do you think it can be a good stubble?" Wang Wenhua continued to scare.

Wang Wenping completely withered, and said with a bitter face: "If the people in the village don't help us, we can't do him, so what do you say?" I'm out of luck anyway......"

"It's up to you to think about it, our family has to drink the northwest wind!"

Wang Wenhua scolded with a smile, having a sense of superiority that was crushed by IQ, and then he looked back at Wang Zhang Changtian and said: "Dad, according to me, let's just go to Master Ma, anyway, our family has more than ten acres of land, and the rest of the land in the village is his Ma family, if you want to be communist, his Ma family is more anxious than us......

"Old man, I think this will work!"

The old woman said excitedly: "His Ma family has a big business, if you want to offend Balu and let their family offend, our family can't afford to mess with Balu!" ”

"No!"

Wang Changtian let out a puff of dry smoke and said: "If these eight roads know that it is us who is ventilating the Ma family, they will have to be with our family!" ”

"This doesn't work, that doesn't work, so what's going on!" Wang Wenping began to stumble again.

"Dad, I remembered something!"

Wang Wenhua patted his head and said happily: "Dad, a while ago, the Ma family asked someone to bring a letter over, urging the people in the village who have not paid the rent to prepare the rent that should be paid, will they come to collect it in a few days?" ”

"Oops, I really forgot about that!"

Wang Changtian suddenly said happily: "Our family grows their own land and doesn't need to pay rent, but we have forgotten about this stubble - count the days, if the Ma family comes to collect rent, it should be just a few days, right?" ”

"Yes, yes!"

Wang Wenhua said with an ambiguous smile: "The one who owes the most rent to Master Ma's family is Lu Yan's broken shoes, and now the eight roads live in their house, maybe they will get it, if Master Ma comes to collect the rent, Lu Yan and the others can't get food, can these eight roads not come out to support them?" When the time comes, Master Ma is afraid that he won't be able to clean him up if he doesn't want to-so many tenants are watching, if Lu Yan's family doesn't pay the rent, the Ma family will probably not want to collect half a grain from our village in the future! ”

"Makes sense!"

After listening to this, Wang Changtian nodded and smiled with satisfaction, and said with an old and relieved expression: "With your son, I, Zhang Changtian, have not lived in vain......

Wang Wenping hurriedly turned around and ran, went back to the house to sleep, and said in his heart that if he was one step too late, the old man would have to talk about himself again.

Following.

Early in the morning, the villagers began to work, not eating, but directly working in the fields.

Weeding the wheat fields, loosening the soil in the bean fields, increasing fertility as much as possible, and so on, even the children of a few years old, big and small, carried baskets and searched the mountains for wild plants that began to emerge from the soil.

In short, the common people have no time to be idle.

Without breakfast, it would be nice to be able to keep two meals a day without starving to death these days.

There was an eight-way thing in the village, in addition to two gossips about living in the broken shoes or the fact that these eight roads could actually kill an eight-way thing, which was a bit powerful and so on.

In addition, no one will really pay attention to it at all, and it can even be said that they can't avoid it, for fear that Zhang Ran will run to his house to ask for food.

The big one is like a starving ghost reincarnated, open up to eat that can't be a top man?

If you really get to yourself, then you have to go!