A team of soldiers drove into Bailuyuan and stationed in the Bailu warehouse of Tian Fuxian's general township. There were about thirty of them, each carrying a black spear, black shoes, black trousers, black coat and black hat, and white wrapping cloth on their calves, looking energetic and powerful.

People quickly gave them the nickname of an image: the white-legged crow. The group of soldiers suddenly opened into the gate of the White Deer Warehouse and dispersed with a bang, surrounding the row of houses.

One shouted, "Come out, come out, all raise your hands!" Immediately, there was a cacophony of tables, chairs, and benches toppling over, mixed with the panicked cries of men.

Tian Fuxian was rubbing mahjong with his subordinates, and all of a sudden they all got under the bed board or shrunk into the corner of the wall at a loss.

A burst of gunfire swept across the roof, and a brutal Henan accent shouted: "If you don't come out again, shoot into the house!" Tian Fuxian stood up from the corner of the wall, shook his shoulders and opened the door and walked out, and the other subordinates and the few militia members also walked out of the house.

They all raised their hands high, only Tian Fuxian hung down with one hand and the other hand on his waist very indifferently.

One soldier shouted, "Hands up!" Tian Fuxian replied with a gentlemanly demeanor: "I am the head of the township here, if you have something to say, what do you do with your hands?" An officer wearing a big-brimmed hat walked over with a short box gun in his hand: "Are you the head of the township?" Name me?" Tian Fuxian said his name and asked, "Which part of the old man is always there?" The officer said, "Zhen Song Army." My surname is Yang, and I am a platoon leader in Yang. Then the thirty or so soldiers gathered from the front and back of the house and seized the guns of Tian Fuxian's regiment.

Platoon Commander Yang said: "I was ordered by Commander Liu to be stationed in Bailucang. From now on, everything will obey Commander Liu's orders. Mr. Tian, if you are willing to continue to be the head township, we welcome it, and if you don't want to go home to your wife to hold the baby, we will find another person. Tian Fuxian was not willing to give up his life for them, but he was also unwilling to step down.

Platoon Commander Yang said: "Your county magistrate has surrendered to the headquarters and is willing to serve Commander Liu. Tian Fuxian then said: "Yang Pai sat in the long room, sit down and talk." Bai Jiaxuan, Lu San and Xiaowen were hoeing cotton all over the place, Lu Zilin hurriedly ran to the ground and asked him to go back to the village to ring the gong and gather the villagers to the big field outside the ancestral hall.

Bai Jiaxuan said: "I don't knock. Then he turned around and went back to the row of cotton seedlings where he was hoeing, and squatted down to draft with a small iron hoe.

Lu Zilin was in a hurry, so he ran into the cotton field, squatted next to Bai Jiaxuan and pleaded: "Brother Jiaxuan, you don't dare to touch it, that soldier is carrying a fast gun." I also forced someone to put a gun around their neck. Bai Jiaxuan still kept hoeing: "I know that you were forced, and Tian Fuxian was also forced to do it." But the people only accept the emperor's grain, which has been the case since ancient times. The food on the side is not paid. I don't strike this gong. Lu Zilin went back to the village.

Tian Fuxian then ran over and said loudly, "Jiaxuan, what are you doing?" Heroes don't suffer immediate losses! This pole is full of hungry wolves, and they don't even blink when they kill people. You are a person who understands, how can you be yourself and suffer losses?" Bai Jiaxuan said: "You can't do bad things, and you can't beat the gong that doesn't make sense." That's all. As he was talking, Lu Zilin led Platoon Commander Yang and three or four soldiers to the cotton field.

Platoon Commander Yang asked, "Are you an official from Bailu Village?" It's called Bai Jiaxuan, isn't it?" Bai Jiaxuan held a small hoe in his hand and nodded.

Platoon Commander Yang said: "Go back and strike the gong and summon people to the door of the ancestral hall." Bai Jiaxuan said: "I don't care about the villagers' food, I can't beat this gong." Whoever of you is going to strike will go and get the gong. Bai Jiaxuan took out a key to a brass hook from his waist and handed it to Platoon Commander Yang.

Platoon Commander Yang pulled Bai Jiaxuan's hand away with the black barrel and said, "Go back to the village immediately and ring the gong for me." If you dare to say half a word, Lao Tzu will break your legs and tell you to crawl and knock on me. As he spoke, he pulled the bolt of the gun and pushed the bullet on: "Do you want to taste the taste of peanuts?" Lu San persuaded Jiaxuan.

Son Xiaowen also advised. Lu Zilin also advised. Tian Fuxian persuaded Platoon Leader Yang to calm his anger with a smile. Lu Zilin, Lu San and Xiaowen pushed and pulled Bai Jiaxuan back to the village.

Platoon Commander Yang and his soldiers followed. Bai Jiaxuan struck the gong. The men, women and children of Bailu Village were shouted to the big field outside the ancestral hall.

Platoon Commander Yang spoke, and the rule of grain collection is one bucket per acre, regardless of water and dry land

"The right time, the right place and the right people" are apportioned at six levels, which is too troublesome. After that, let the villagers watch the shooting show.

The soldiers hung twenty or thirty roosters and hens caught upside down from village alleys and farmer's yards from tree branches, and the thirty or so soldiers stood in a row, and the sound of pushing and pulling the bolts of guns was chilling.

Platoon Commander Yang first raised a box gun decorated with red ribbons, and as soon as the horn sounded, dense gunshots like bursting beans rang out one after another.

Blue smoke rose from the black barrels of the soldiers, and a hail of red blood and flesh rose from under the locust tree, raising colorful chicken feathers in the air.

The chickens that did not die quacked and wailed, the blood dripped, the twists and turns flowed on the ground, dozens of earthworm-like blood streams converged and combined, and the locust tree turned into a blood-red land, exuding a strong bloody smell.

The field outside the ancestral hall was silent, most of the women lowered their heads, the men stared at their faces like wooden carvings, and the suppressed sobs of children were very harsh.

Platoon Commander Yang inserted the box gun into the belt at his waist, and a lock of red silk danced in front of his crotch. His action of inserting the gun was extremely chic: "Fathers and brothers, go home now and prepare food, and hand it over in three days." This kind of unique grain collection ceremony and shooting performance started from Bailu Village and was carried out village by village.

More than 30 soldiers entered different villages in three squads, shot a batch of hanging roosters, hens, white chickens, black chickens, reed chickens, apricot chickens, red chickens, hat chickens, raised a piece of blood, rain, flesh, hail, and raised a piece of colorful chicken feathers, leaving a pool of blood-red land, and then announced: One acre and one bucket, three days to pay.

On the official road leading from each village to Bailu Town, oxen-pulled hardwood wheeled carts and wheelbarrows all loaded with bags full of grain blocked the road, and the people who delivered grain from various villages gathered in Bailu Town and moved in line to the Bailu Warehouse on the west side of the town.

The Yicang set up by the famous Emperor Shiwen of the Qing Dynasty to help the victims of the disaster, which became an empty warehouse soon after his death, is now unprecedentedly rich.

The large barn with a tiled roof was full of yellow wheat, and the yard was temporarily covered with oilcloth and the ground was also full of wheat, and there were endless carts of grain outside the door.

Heiwa carried a bag containing a bucket of wheat in the middle of the crowded grain delivery convoy, and slowly moved towards the gate with acquaintances or strangers.

In front of his eyes were colorful chicken feathers and a pool of flesh and blood under the locust tree, and he could always smell the smell of hot blood in his nose.

He couldn't wait patiently, staggered over one wheelbarrow after another with a grain bag on his back, jumped into the gate, lifted the bottom of the bag upside down, and the wheat flowed onto the wheat pile with a clatter, and took a stamped receipt from Lu Zilin's hand, and came out of the back door that had been dug up temporarily.

Heiwa returned to her cave, and Xiao'e asked, "Jiaohu?" Heiwa took out the piece from her pocket and wrote

"Lu Zhaoqian Yidou" and handed the note with the seal of the white deer warehouse to Xiao'e and said: "Put this article aside, and people will check it in the future." Xiao'e took the note and said, "You have been out of the house for the past few days, why am I panicking in my heart!" Heiwa nodded and said, "Forget it, don't go out." Let's see. Heiwa was actually more worried than Xiao'e, that day outside the ancestral hall to watch the soldiers' shooting performance, he didn't let Xiao'e go out, and locked Xiao'e in the kiln with an iron lock.

It's a pity to hand over a bucket of wheat, but Xiao'e's good-looking appearance has become a heavy burden on his heart.

With the arrival of this group of soldiers, rumors about their various misdeeds quietly and rapidly spread in the White Deer Plain, and the most spread was how they spoiled the slightly more beautiful woman.

If one of these legends could be confirmed, the soldiers in black uniforms dressed in white wraps would be tantamount to four-legged brutes.