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After everyone finished raiding the house, Tu Qianjun asked the second shopkeeper to call over. Originally, Tu Qianjun's nickname was Gou Yu......

"Second uncle, you can help me find it." Tu Qianjun took two deep puffs of cigarette and lowered his eyes, "By the way, find two more literate ones, I want to see what is written in those books." ”

After speaking, Tu Qianjun felt a burst of dizziness. Years of war had taught him that this was just a sign of excessive blood loss. The body's natural self-protection mechanism.

"Second uncle, I'll find a place to sleep for a while." Tu Qianjun patted his head, "It's colored, and my head is a little dizzy." ”

"The shopkeeper is young, I can't sleep now~" The flying harrier said a little anxiously: "After a while, it is estimated that the 'jumper' will come, and we have to hurry up and return to the mountain!" ”

Tu Qianjun paused for a moment, and then remembered that his group of people was just beards from the Northeast. The "jumping zi" in the mouth of the flying harrier actually has the same meaning as the "strip" in Cantonese, referring to officers and soldiers.

"Good! Hurry up, let's get out of it! Tu Qianjun did not hesitate, although he said that there were more than 100 people on his side, but his combat effectiveness was probably not good.

After speaking, Tu Qianjun stopped sitting, and hurriedly got up to help a group of bearded people who copied their homes and transport them to the carriage.

This carriage was also copied from the house, Tu Qianjun looked at it, good guy! Four wagons were full, one was almost full of long boxes, and on the side were three machine guns that had just been removed from the walls of the fort.

There was also a carriage full of small and beautiful boxes and a few large solid wood boxes, presumably containing money and other things.

The other two wagons were piled with sacks, presumably grain or something. But Tu Qianjun was strange that there was a pile of sacks on the edge of the wall, which seemed to be food, but all his beards didn't touch it.

But after a while, Tu Qianjun's question was answered.

I saw the flying harrier arching his hand to the ragged people in the square, and said loudly: "Under the flying harrier, all the brothers in Mengshan will look at it, and add it to the second shopkeeper of Ertou Mountain's 'North Wind Good'." Punish the evil, fight the big households, and divide the grain, not to mention the radius of 500 miles, even Zhang Dashuai of Fengtian has heard our rules! ”

When Tu Qianjun heard this, he couldn't help but be in awe of the old man he had never met! In this year, it is very rare to be able to cherish the people, but what is even more rare is to insist on doing it!

Looking at those bearded men proudly distributing food to the people, Tu Qianjun suddenly had a trace of curiosity about his father, what kind of person can make these unruly beards convince them of the food?!

The distribution was soon over, but there was still a small bag of food left. Tu Qianjun thought that the flying harriers would take back that small bag of grain.

But unexpectedly, the flying harrier began to ask those who received the food about who was an orphan and a widow and an old man. After asking clearly, he gave the rest of the food to the widows and orphans.

After that, he whistled, gathered the bearded men and walked away. On the way back, Tu Qianjun had the opportunity to lie on the grain cart and squint in a daze for a while.

Although there were bumps along the way, Tu Qianjun, who had lost too much blood, still had a good sleep for a while.

He didn't know that the flying harrier had already brought back the old Xiucai and a bunch of books from a fort near Ertou Mountain as he had ordered. Of course, there is no compulsion, Lao Xiu is a lonely widow with a single family.

The flying harrier inquired clearly before inviting someone, the other party is just a lonely person, and he helps people copy and write on weekdays.

The flying harrier thought to himself, at least this old guy doesn't have to worry about eating and drinking, although we are bearded, we have a good reputation.

Sure enough, as soon as the flying harrier and the old guy mentioned it, they didn't hesitate for too long, so they happily brought their own broken books and inkstone brushes and followed the flying harrier up the mountain.