Zhang Xiaoer approached Xiong Laoqi, cocked his thumb and said, "Seventh Master, your trick is really amazing." ”

"Can't rejoice too soon." Xiong Laoqi stared at the figure of Aunt Xiong who disappeared at the corner of the facing wall, and he said hatefully, "This group of poor ghosts has the strength of a dead donkey hitting the south wall, and they are easily confused by **, who knows what they think in their hearts?" Be careful. How are you going? ”

"I've colluded with Xiong Lao Wu to do a few, and they all did as you ordered." Zhang Xiaoer, the dog-legged man, replied flatteringly, "It looks like a bit of a door, Xiong Fang Jianniang heard that he was going to pull troops, and his face turned white with fright." After listening to what you talked about with that poor woman just now, I felt even more in my heart. ”

"Hmm. Xiong Laoqi nodded approvingly, and said sinisterly, this poor woman and her son are celebrities now, ** look up to them very much, even the big leader of the Eighth Route Army and the newly arrived Hu Fu have praised them in public, and they are a banner for this group of poor ghosts. If you can cut down this flagpole, things will be easier. ”

"Yes, yes." Zhang Xiaoer echoed again and again, and said courteously, "Just now you told the poor woman that you are a good dog to protect the three families, why kill yourself." I think there are two more sentences: it's a person, not a dog, and it's useless to reduce it. made up a smooth mouth, said it smoothly, and encouraged the children to sing, and it spread in these ten miles and eight towns. ”

"Good!" Xiong Laoqi patted his thigh and ordered, "You and Xiong Laowu will make an appointment with a few more reliable helpers, go to a few more households, find a few households close to the activists, find out the bottom, let the wind go, act at the opportunity, be cautious and careful, stop in moderation, and see the results of this round." ”

"Yes." The dog nodded and agreed.

Xiong Laoqi picked up the hookah, and was about to press the cigarette, but suddenly stopped, put the hookah heavily on the table, as if making a huge bet, and said through gritted teeth: "As long as the relationship between the poor ghosts and the ** Eighth Route Army is divided, this rent reduction and interest reduction will not be coaxed!" ”

The sun was setting in the west, and hung over the branches of a row of chestnut trees outside the hedge, depicting their branches diagonally on the ground. Knowing that there was a strong noise, the noise made people upset. Aunt Xiong sat silently in front of the door of the east house, and for most of the day, her mood could not be settled.

In the morning, she came back from the compound of Xiong Laoqi's family, Xiong Laoqi and the dog's words were always ringing in her ears, the lessons of her ancestors and her own personal experience for most of her life, Aunt Xiong saw through the black hearts of the landlords and wealthy owners. So, he said: "The tiger can't take out food in his mouth, we didn't expect Xiong Laoqi to willingly agree to rent and interest reduction, the dog can't spit out ivory, and she never expected Xiong Laoqi to say good things about supporting the **Eighth Route Army." ”

It is precisely because of this that for their words, Aunt Xiong listens more carefully and takes precautions. As the saying goes, eat and taste, be obedient and listen to the sound. From Xiong Laoqi's words, Aunt Xiong sensed that the landlords and old fortunes seemed to be brewing a vicious conspiracy, and she wanted to tell Luo Ronghuan about Xiong Laoqi's, and walked to Xiong Fangming's door several times, but hesitated not to enter.

Aunt Xiong has her own concerns, "Will it be like what Xiong Laoqi said, as soon as the rent reduction and interest reduction are over, the Eighth Route Army will mobilize young people to serve as soldiers, and then leave Ganyu and pull back to other places to fight guerrillas?" The thought of this made her heart heavy.

Fang Wen is the blood and blood of the Xiong family, and she is the support of the rest of her life, mother and son depend on each other, and no one can leave anyone. In these chaotic years, let Fang Wen go out, in case there are three long and two short, how can she be worthy of her dead husband! The more Aunt Xiong thought about it, the more she felt miserable.

After the meeting of Xiong Fangming's house was over, the cadres came out one after another, and while tucking a small book into their pockets, they hurriedly greeted Aunt Xiong at the gate, and hurriedly walked through the courtyard gate, as if they were in a hurry to do something urgent. Only Hu Fu still maintained: calm and unhurried, with a "cannon barrel" paper cigarette in his mouth, a calm and kind smile on his face, leaning against the door, and talking to Gu Mu about something.

Fu Zhuting finally saw Aunt Xiong standing outside the door from the courtyard, so he stepped over a few steps, opened his loud voice, and said with a smile: "Auntie, let me see what delicious food you made for Brother Fang Wen?" ”

When they came to Xiong Fangwen's house, they saw a few plates of home-cooked dishes on the small table at the door of the east house, judging from the color and smell, and poured sesame oil. Green cucumber slices, red tomatoes, and a bowl of eggs that have been prepared and just waiting to be put into the pot, and the pot is filled with the aroma of freshly boiled millet porridge. Although it is just a homely meal, it is clean and varied, and it will tempt the appetite.

"Alas, auntie, you are the same as my grandmother." Fu Zhuting sighed, "Whenever the farming season is busy, I always have to dig out my heart and dig out my liver to make me something delicious to eat." Alas! That was more than 20 years ago. ”

"How old is the old man?" Aunt Xiong took the opportunity to ask. These days, when talking to Fu Zhuting about family life, Fu Zhuting is always reluctant to specifically involve her own family affairs, and today she wants to break this gourd.

"Hmm." Fu Zhuting still didn't want to reply this time, but his face suddenly became gloomy.

At this time, Political Commissar Hu Fu, Chen Shiyu and Gu Mu happened to come over. Then he interjected and asked, "Auntie, Brother Fang Wen still hasn't worked?" ”

"It's time to come back, it's almost time for dinner." Aunt Xiong replied with a smile.

"Yes. Political Commissar Hu Fu said happily, "This year's wheat harvest is good, and we have to reduce rent and interest again, so everyone is more energetic to work." ”

Fu Zhuting had regained his composure at this moment, and said with a hearty smile: "Auntie, in order to celebrate the bumper harvest, you have to invite our guests." ”

"Good, good. As soon as the wheat harvest is over, I invite you to eat new noodles and dumplings. Aunt Xiong smiled sincerely.

"Auntie, Comrade Fu is a big-bellied man." The words of the commissar Hu Fu were full of good-natured humor.

"Comrade Fu," Gu Mu patted Fu Zhuting on the shoulder and said with a smile, "No matter how big your belly is, I'm afraid that a meal won't be able to fit the hundreds of catties of wheat that you have overcharged with rent reduction, right?" ”

One sentence made everyone laugh. Aunt Xiong was infected by this harmonious and joyful atmosphere, and forgot about those worries for the time being.

Political Commissar Hu Fu, Chen Shiyu, Fu Zhuting, and Gu Mu chatted with the eldest lady for a while, saying that they had something to do, so they left together.

Aunt Xiong looked at the backs of the political commissar Hufu and others, and a feeling came to her heart, so she said: "What a good army, what a good person!" The Eighth Route Army has been in Dashu Village for a month, and Commissar Hu Fu, Luo Ronghuan, Chen Shiyu and others have been living in their village, and through frequent daily contact, people love this army from the bottom of their hearts. After several stubborn battles and mussel battles, it was they who kept the whole village, young and old. In particular, the battle of mussels has enabled them to keep this year's good wheat harvest ......"

Aunt Xiong was talking to herself, the big reed flower rooster in the family was freely leading a large group of egg-laying hens to feed, and the big flower on the big tree was crying non-stop, making her very happy.

So, Aunt Xiong said to herself: "As soon as the wheat harvest arrives, everyone goes to the field to help the villagers live." Gao Daodao and Xiao Erqiang, the two young men, Gen Fangwen pulled side by side in a line to compete, like three little tigers, they didn't straighten their waists when they cut off their meals, and no one fell behind anyone, but no one could grab anyone's front, which made the slopes cheer......"