The village cadres of these villages are also persuading, but they are not so easy to speak, the patriarch spoke, and there is such a coaxing of the same clan and surname, and some village cadres are people with foreign surnames, don't talk about persuasion, people don't care about you!

For example, in this Zhaojiayingzi Village, more than half of the population is surnamed Zhao, this time the whole village fled, almost all of the people surnamed Zhao escaped with them, there were not a few, and the rest of the miscellaneous surnames fled, and the village cadres who came with it were surnamed Zhou, and you didn't even talk a fart in front of more than 300 people surnamed Zhao!

Yang Bangzi's eyes were red with anger, if this was his soldiers, the big-eared scraper would have to be honest, but you are facing the common people, what should you do?

To put it bluntly, those who really want to return to the villages on the plains, just a dozen or so, remembering the buried silver dollars and soft tweeds, have come out these days, and are in a hurry to go back to see if they have been gouged away by the little devils! I don't dare to go back, so I fanned the family in the clan to go together, isn't it brave when there are more people?

As soon as I talk about going home, the sorrow of being uprooted from Tibet these days has been hooked up, what are the crops in the field? When he escaped, the bud rice was tall alone. What's wrong with the house? What's in the house is still there? Can the grain buried in the sheepfold be picked up by mice? It's hard to think about! It's all a reason to go home!

Peasants, how is it possible for you to give him such a high level of political consciousness? He doesn't understand what Japanese imperialism is about forgetting the heart of China, what is about the anti-Japanese united front, and what is about the anti-Japanese war of resistance of the whole people! Hate little devils, don't you? Hate! Killing people, setting fires and stealing grain, this is what the peasants hate the most! Fighting devils requires people to come out and give food. But that won't allow you to go home. Whoever says it's not easy to make!

That's what a farmer is called! Wow! Stubborn!

I really can't do it. If the stalemate continues, if he really goes straight to the fellows, the crime on his Yang stick head is much bigger than robbing a daughter-in-law and making an emotional scene!

Zuihou Yang Bangzi jumped on the big stone and announced a few opinions, the villagers who are willing to go can go, and those who are willing to stay can stay, we will send a team to escort the big guys back to their hometowns, and they can't go during the day. Hurry up at night, don't be busy packing up your house after returning to the village, don't forget to set up a self-defense force to guard against some little devils.

After the announcement, he also called the cadres of several villages over and asked them to gather some activists and the most intimate villagers of the Eighth Road, and don't follow the other villagers to coax them first.

In order to gain time and stabilize the villagers, Yang Bangzi asked the fifth son to find the housekeeper and informed Mr. Guo to see if he could take care of dinner and then let the villagers rush home.

The housekeeper stood on the edge of the yard with his hands in his hands and watched the excitement! The oily and slippery butler is the one who loves to join in the fun. Anyway, he will do whatever the owner of the village tells him, and if he doesn't tell the cottage, he is the actual boss. My biggest hobby is to take two sips and have a good time.

When I heard that the eight roads came to ask if I could manage a meal, the housekeeper's eyes rolled, and a sentence that he hadn't said for a long time came out!

"What's that, Comrade Eighth Road, I don't know if I should talk about it or not?"

"Say what, say it!" The old fifth son heard something interesting, and replied happily, waiting for the old guy to finish talking to appease the riot in the village.

"You see, it's such a thing, these villagers are all under the control of our government, yes, we are not wealthy, these old days to open a warehouse to release grain, to help our government to help refugees, I think our government is a good government, how can this account be recognized?"

The fifth son was shocked when he heard this! This old thing, this will be and still block Lao Tzu with words! That means that Guojiabaozi has fed so many refugees for three months, and this money and food will be counted on the head of our government!

He hadn't come up with anything yet, and the old housekeeper spoke slowly again: "Supposedly, it's all the township party, and if you say that you eat for a hundred and ten days, you have eaten for three years and five years, and you haven't said it, but these township parties are led up the mountain by cadres of our government, and later there are a lot of comrades on our team who eat and live here, and the owner of my old village is also half of our government's people, I can remember that our government has regulations, and what is spent must be returned!" ”

After speaking, he blinked his eyes and looked at the fifth son with a smile. The fifth son is a little unable to find the edge in his heart, he is good at killing a traitor and intercepting a grain cart or something, he doesn't know anything about firewood, rice, oil and salt!

"This old Wang Ba! Old dog! Pick a bite at this time! I didn't expect it to be a biting dog! "I scolded so much in my heart, I can't show a word on my lips! There is no trick to itch the root of the teeth, and when we came out of the Eighth Road, we brought three days' rations, and it was long gone! It's really that the food and drink are all people's, and I haven't thought about how to calculate this account, and people have counted the food and drink of more than 1,000 people to us at once! More than three months and more than 100 days, this is more than 100,000 catties of grain!

I can't imagine that this small Guo family fort can store so much grain? The fifth son of the old man has roughly calculated it in his heart, how does he know? The owner of Guo Laozhai was originally saved to pull up a team to fight against the devil, and since 37 years, he has successively replaced the cash in the business with grain and transported it back to the cottage for storage.

In the past, the old generation said that there were antiques in prosperous times, and gold in troubled times, and this gold belt was hard currency everywhere you went, which could save your life. And in troubled times, it is the smartest idea to store more food, the more chaotic the world, the more scarce the food, the hoarded food can protect itself, and it can be sold at a high price on the black market.

Mr. Guo is not a profiteer, he stored grain in order to prevent famine years and for the anti-Japanese team to eat, so he transported the grain he had laid in his field here every year, and also ordered the purchase of grain in the enemy-occupied area to smuggle it back, and in a few years, he stored hundreds of thousands of catties of grain in the mountains that were about to be emptied!

Otherwise, why is it rumored that his Guo family fort is a big granary, and even Yang Bangzi brought people to borrow grain back then!

To say that the old housekeeper said that this made the government recognize the grain account was instructed by Mr. Guo, it was really a bit wronged, the old housekeeper saw that his master's body was not as good as a day, that night the master and Yang Bangzi's secret conversation, the housekeeper hid behind the curtain and overheard, this cottage was handed over to the eight roads, how can the housekeeper still have his own moisturizing life!

Follow the eight roads, I'm almost sixty people, no children and no daughters, privately recruited two fans from the mountain to the cottage, I wanted to wait for the old village owner to be gone, the eldest son is far away in the rear of Chongqing, Miss is iron heart to follow the eight roads, this cottage is not his final say, with the two girls a small day, old is also a fun.

As soon as this Yang stick came, the owner of the old village didn't know which tendon was wrong, so he had to give the entire cottage and Wanguan family wealth to Balu, you said that the housekeeper had been a servant for a lifetime, would this not be able to find a way back for himself!

He didn't dare to join the enemy, it was okay to move his crooked eyes, anyway, Mr. Guo had closed his door since yesterday, and Balu had to pass him if he wanted to see him, so he would use his mind on this food, if Balu recognized this account and signed the note, he could make a fortune in the rest of his life just by waiting to collect food for cash!

Even if Balu loses in the future, he can take this note and go to the eldest prince, and with evidence in hand, he can also push the matter to Balu, and the eldest prince will definitely not be able to treat him badly.

This little abacus is really shrewd to get home! The fifth son hurried back and told Yang Bangzi about the matter, and Yang Bangzi was also a little blind!

This is the current leg to find Mr. Guo, the cave is closed door, the old village owner's personal guard said that Mr. Guo is in retreat, no one is seen!

For this old gentleman, Yang Bangzi was still stunned in his heart, it was not easy to break through, he wiped it back and thought about it, so he had to sign his name on the account book handed over by the housekeeper, and also pressed the red seal of the division.

The old butler's bark face smiled, and when he saw that Commander Yang had admitted the account, he immediately arranged for someone to give Zhang Luo a meal!

As soon as it was delayed, there was another mess in front of the walled gate! A few men who forcibly jumped out of the wall forced to open the door bolted from the outside, and more than 300 people from the Zhao family's camp ran away in a swarm!

When Yang Bangzi rushed over, everyone ran halfway up the mountain, and it was not bad that several other villages were stopped.

"Old Five! Bring a platoon! Push it up! Send it home and come back! Yang Bangzi had no choice but to send the fifth son out to escort the villagers. (To be continued......)