"Daddy! Father! ”

Yang Bangzi's eyes were once again dizzy, he raised his head, squinted at the blue sky on the treetops, and the fishy smell of hard-boiled eggs in his stomach turned in his throat.

A small hand that can't be described by dirty words quietly touched Yang Bangzi's pants, rubbed it, pinched it again, and then pinched it very firmly.

"You shit! Dare to pinch Lao Tzu! Lao Tzu peeled off your skin! You're still running! zhanzhu！ Yang Stick's vertigo was pinched and suddenly sobered up, raised his hand, and chased a bare-ass little boy wearing only a belly pocket all over the yard.

The huge backyard was also overcrowded, and the local cadres and organs of several districts were ordered to gather in Xiwangzhuang, and the farthest county and district organs transferred from the first sub-district were also located.

I heard that an old guy named Okamura Ningji came and gave the devil an order for the lack of morality of "Sanguang", and the people in the base area had to follow the government and the Eighth Route Army all the way to the west.

Dog Danzi and his mother, Widow Mao, after completing the task of clearing the wall of the village office in the whole village, arrived in Xiwangzhuang yesterday with the district team and the villagers.

The seven or eight-year-old dogs are disgusted with the dogs and a group of lawless children, which can be regarded as liberated, go up the tree to dig out the birds, chase the dogs and chase the chickens, and there is no bird nest left in the whole West Wangzhuang, and it has been dug all over the place, and the hair on the tail of several big roosters has been pulled away.

It's not too light, just now the dog got into a big accident, and he was chased by a handlebar style to beat his ass out of the flowers.

Seeing that he was about to be picked up by the whip rod to the butt balls, he was seeing Yang Stick who came into the backyard, this kid shouted two "Dad" out of breath, and went up to pull Yang Stick's pants, this is good, the handlebar style looks like the bastard boy has a father with a gun, and he really put the whip down.

The naughty bun dog Danzi saw that the handlebar style was not chasing, pinched the thigh of the hand, like picking up a gold ingot, and jumped to the back of the crowd with bare feet, and the angry Yang stick raised his hand and grabbed him.

"Hey! Russia said that comrade is coming! That comrade comes, you can chase a doll first! ”

Yang Bangzi put down his hand, stopped, turned his head, and saw who was shouting "comrade"? It's the handlebar style, with a bitter and sour face, looking at him in a sneering manner.

"What's wrong? What's the matter? Fellow! Yang Bangzi asked the handlebar style while flattening his hands on his pants that were crumpled by the dog's balls.

"You are also a comrade on the team, you give a review, this doll of your family can also be a Huo Huo person!" As he said this, his handlebar eyes were on fire, and his eyes were viciously aimed at the dog who was hiding behind an old man.

"What's up? What the hell are you! Listen to it, I'll call the shots for you! After Yang Stick finished speaking, he unceremoniously pulled down the torn towel that the chief of the security section behind him was tucking into his waist and wiped his sweat.

"That's the thing, I drove my donkey cart to pull grain for our district, unloaded the cover to drink the donkey, you doll led a few stinky dolls, I don't know what to do, the donkey strips for my donkey are sprinkled with sand! I also pierced it with a sour jujube thorn! My donkey is also the donkey of our government! You'll have to take care of my donkey! ”

"What's a donkey?" Yang Bangzi couldn't figure out his head when he heard the second King Kong, and scratched the back of his head in a daze.

Turned around and returned the towel to the chief of the security section, the chief of the security section covered his stomach with a smile and was about to sit on the ground, Yang Bangzi glanced at the section chief, turned his head and asked the dog Danzi loudly: "Dog Danzi, what are you doing with other people's donkeys?" ”

"Daddy! The donkey's cock was so long, I saw that it was fun, so I sprinkled a handful of sand and pricked two thorns, and they let me do it! After saying that, he stretched his neck to find a few bad boys who were with him, of course he didn't see it, they had already run away!

"What! Donkey Cock Cock! Yang Bangzi understood now, panted and shook his head helplessly, his heart was broken, Lao Tzu is not a veterinarian, what is this!

"Fellow, don't worry, take me over to see Comrade Donkey first, okay?" The handlebar listened to what Yang Bangzi said politely, pouted and pulled his face, and brought the dog's "father" to the livestock shed, and said yes, you can see for yourself.

Yang Bangzi squatted on the ground in a reluctant voice, looked up, looked down, and looked at the seriously injured donkey and chicken, but he really had no idea. If you have the heart to make a good remark, it doesn't matter, wearing a military uniform, this mass line can't be violated, the commander just kicked him because of the masses.

Tube, what's the matter, the donkey is spraying white foam, his eyes are red, and whoever comes to Jiashi will fight with whom, and he doesn't recognize the handlebar style!

A courtyard of old and young, men and women, all held back their laughter, stretched their necks breathing, and waited to see how the Eighth Route Army, who was in a lawsuit, cured the public donkey.

"Sir! Sir! Except for the movement of the "whirring" and panting donkey, suddenly a sound came from the row of adobe houses.

Yang Bangzi stood up, frowned and tilted his head to look at the adobe house, and said in his heart that there are still people shouting "sir" in the old base.

From the third window hole in the adobe house, half of the bearded face was revealed in the broken window frame, and Yang Bangzi looked this way, and stretched out his hand from the broken window paper to shake it.

Yang straightened his strap, loosened his neckline, straightened his military hat, and walked unhurriedly towards the adobe house.

A slip of adobe house built against the courtyard wall, which used to be the handlebar type of the rich man's family and the long-term workers, lived in four rooms, and the slightly larger two pieces were stacked with hay and sundries, and now it is a temporary prison cell for the county government to hold prisoners.

The two militiamen in front of the room carrying big knives and spears saw Yang Stick coming over, stretched out their right hands to their chests, and stood up and saluted.

Yang Bangzi returned the salute, looked at the iron lock on the door behind the militia, turned his head and asked the chief of the security section who followed him: "Who is locked up here?" ”

"These rooms are all occupied by ordinary prisoners, all of whom have violated the rules and regulations in the area." The chief of the security section pointed to the room and answered the question briefly.

"Who is this person who is speaking? What kind of law is it violated? ”

"This is called Ma Zhiyong, nicknamed Ma Yidao, is a pig gelding, it is our Xiwangzhuang people, a few days ago in a Yang Village market, and fought with individuals, brought to the village office for interrogation, that person is a Kuomintang deserter, asked why they were fighting, the two of them didn't say anything, this is not locked up first."

After the chief of the public security section finished speaking, he leaned up and whispered in Yang Bangzi's ear: "This Ma Zhiyong came to his relatives two years ago, and he is from the northwest region, and he is a return!" His cousin is gone, and now he is a detached family, and his usual performance is not bad. ”

After listening to this, Yang Bangzi leaned over to the window and squinted at the half of the head sticking out of the window.

It's nothing special, the white skin is not very old, the brain is bare, the ears are big, the eyes are slender, the brick knife face is full of beard, and you can vaguely see a wide scar on the chin shell.

"Where did you get that scar?" Yang Bangzi stood up straight and asked with his hands behind his back.

"Report to the sir, when I was young, the ground was wasted and the ploughshare was on it."

"Can you cure donkeys and chickens?"

"We're just fiddling with this object, we've seen a lot! Sir, let us out, it's all right! ”

After listening to this, Yang Bangzi's eyes rolled three times, and he turned around and asked the chief of the public security section: "How many prisoners are there in the county prison?" ”

"21, 16 are locked up, and 5 are in the side courtyard," the section chief put his hand to his mouth and whispered to Yang Bangzi.

"Is this also a no?"

"Yes!"

"Get him out!"

"Is this appropriate? Comrade Yang, the county magistrate only said to take you to rest, but he didn't let you take care of the prisoners? Besides, getting the prisoner out for the donkey doesn't comply with the regulations, right? When the chief of the public security section heard Yang Bangzi asking him to release the prisoner, he was a little overwhelmed and stubbornly didn't want to release the prisoner.

"! Who are you in charge of? County magistrate bar! Who is in charge of the county magistrate? Partition it! Which is the zoning in charge? Commander! To whom is the commander in charge? Mr. Nie! Who is in charge of Mr. Nie? Chairman Mao, Mr. Zhu! ”

The big hat of who is in charge of this string of people made the chief of the security section stunned for a moment, and said in his heart What does this have to do with letting the prisoners out to treat the donkey?

"I stood guard and cooked for Chairman Mao and Mr. Zhu ten years ago, and four years ago I fed horses and roasted potatoes and eggs for Mr. Nie, and the commander of our division was my old squad leader!"

The chief of the security section is even more confused! looked at Yang's big mouth slices flying up and down in a daze, and he was dizzy.

"This donkey can't be cured, how can you pull grain! How to contribute to the revolution! If you don't eat food, can you beat away the Japanese devils! Can it be revolutionized to the end? If you don't eat food, can Chairman Mao and Mr. Zhu command our Eighth Route Army! I can't cure the donkey, I'm hungry and the chief is hungry, and I can't get rid of a little Japanese devil! Take your elm brain melon seeds and engrave them! ”

This grievance! The chief of the public security section said in his heart, if I don't let a prisoner go to treat the donkey, I can't drive away a Japanese devil, I have committed a big crime, I can't afford to provoke this master, let him go!

The lock fell and the door opened, and the section chief beckoned Ma Yidao to come out. The young man in a sweaty shirt and a big cotton pants with a crotch walked out of the cell with a smile.

Yang Bangzi motioned him to go over and look at the donkey that was thunderous and unapproachable, and the horse was not polite with a knife, but slipped to the trough in front of the livestock shed, and plunged the head of a light gourd into the water covered with grass foam, and it took a long time to pull out his head and let out a sigh of relief.

Wiping a handful of water on his face, he pricked his head and poured a few mouthfuls of water in the trough again, and then took a breath before he walked to the donkey not far away, squatted and picked up a straw stick, and looked at the lower body of the donkey in his mouth.

Yang Bangzi hugged his arm and looked at Ma Yidao expressionlessly, and the chief of the public security section looked at Yang Bangzi, looked at Ma Yidao, and pressed his hand on the small pistol holster in his waist.

"Sir, can you do me a favor?" Ma spitted the straw stick on the ground with a knife and shouted at Yang Bangzi.

Yang Bangzi smiled, his cold face relaxed, and he walked over and squatted down, asking for help.

Ma Yidao even said that it means that someone needs to hold the donkey's head, he lassos the donkey's hind legs from behind, and then ties the donkey firmly, pulls out the sour jujube thorns, washes the sand on the donkey's strips with warm water, and he fiddles with it a few times, and then he can retract it, and the donkey will be fine.

Yang Bangzi thought about it, but there was no other way, so he asked the chief of the security section to send someone to find a basin of hot water, and he volunteered to press the donkey's head.

Taking advantage of the opportunity for the donkey to turn its head, Yang Bangzi jumped up with an arrow, hugged the donkey's neck sideways, and stumbled the donkey's two front legs with his buttocks and thighs, and when the donkey turned his head and opened his mouth angrily to gnaw at the incoming person, he tensed his neck and pressed his head against the donkey's cheeks.

When the man and donkey were deadlocked, the horse used the hemp rope given by the handlebar to make a live buckle, quickly lassoed the hind legs of the donkey's rambling kicks, and tied one by one to the wooden stake, and then tied the two front hooves to the rung, which led the donkey to chew and liberated the sweaty Yang stick.

Pulled out the sour jujube thorns, washed the sand with warm water, the horse stroked the donkey's belly with a knife, while rubbing it and dipped it in cold water to sprinkle the donkey strips, it was really spiritual, the donkey strips that were tortured by the dog's eggs slowly retracted, this time the donkey was comfortable, did not spit white foam, the eyes were not red, and he was hungry for a long time, and he lowered his head to eat the fodder.

After curing the donkey for the revolution, Yang Stick straightened his waist tiredly, ignoring the handlebar style that he had received a thousand thanks, and someone squeaked behind him.

"The revolutionary consciousness is quite high! Your little bit of theory is used on donkeys! Who else leads whom! Dog day! ”