Zhaopeng said: "If you are willing to do it, let's set this fire." Show the people on the White Deer Plain a sky-high fire. ”

Heiwa was already encouraged: "It's too easy to burn that grain table." The soldiers were stopped by the trick that the people gave them to kill chickens, and they slept with peace of mind! A basket of wheat straw burned it all. ”

At this moment, a person walked out of the suite of the house, and Heiwa saw that it was a Han tailor, and couldn't help but be surprised. Tailor Han is a customer who moved to Bailu Town last year, renting two storefront rooms and sewing clothes for people with a pedal machine to earn money, and no one can figure out where he is from. The people who rushed to the market watched as he stepped on the pedals of the machine with his feet as if he were watching a Western scene, making a continuous chirping sound, and a shiny needle scurried up and down, sewing the pieces of cloth together. Although there were many onlookers, business was very sluggish, only the school teachers and a few students paid him to sew uniforms, and the farmers, both poor and rich, just watched the excitement. Tailor Han smiled calmly and said, "I will also set fire to the grain table." Heiwa also understood, and there was no need to ask again. The three of them conspired under the kerosene lamp to carry out a specific plan for the plan, where to climb over the wall and enter, where to burn first and then where to light, no matter what, to hide the well rope, and to light the fire and hang the water. The three of them agreed on how to use the code to communicate, and the specific division of labor was carefully considered. Heiwa patted her head and said, "Your foreign oil (kerosene) lamp has a smell, which makes me dizzy and want to vomit." ”

Finally waited for a windy night. The three men climbed up separately from the three walls. There was a guard wandering around the gate, and a guard wandering around the courtyard. Heiwa jumped into the courtyard first, walked around the grain piled up in the courtyard and turned behind the guard, slapped a brick on his head, and the guard fell limply. He took the stinking kerosene cylinder from his waist, unscrewed the screw caps, poured kerosene on the door panels of the row of houses, and found the foreign fire box. Since she was a child, Heiwa has used fire sickles and flints to fight sparks to ignite coal paper, and has never used foreign fire. He tried to burn two black fires in Zhaopeng's house, which were much more convenient than fire sickles and flints, and it would be good if he could afford them when he could afford them. Heiwa drew a foreign fire according to the agreed plan, and a blue flame burst out with a pop, and the wooden door splashed with kerosene lit up. The guards at the gate screamed and fired a shot. Heiwa had jumped over the wall around the house, and the tiled-roof granary and the pile of grain in the yard covered with oilcloth caught fire almost simultaneously. Heiwa climbed up the wall and was not in a hurry to escape, looking very embarrassed as the guard shouted and fired his gun in the courtyard. The crow soldiers in the house began to shout and shout, and the soldiers who rushed out of the fire gate first rolled in the yard to extinguish the fire. Seeing that the flames were already rushing up to the warehouse and the eaves of the row of houses, Heiwa jumped off the wall and left. He ran back to his cave and pulled the sleeping Xiao'e up so that she could watch the spectacle of the fire. Xiao'e walked out of the kiln door and shouted, "Mom!" The sky in the west was red. Heiwa said: "The grain table is burning. Xiao'e said: "It's really bold and cold, dare to burn the grain table!" Heiwa said: "The white wolf set the fire. Xiao'e asked, "Where is the white wolf?" Heiwa said, "The white wolf is standing behind you. Xiao'e said in surprise: "Are you a white wolf?" You are talking nonsense...... Oh yes! It's weird, I see you've been sneaky these days...... "Heiwa is silent."

There was a sudden commotion in the village, and there was a cacophony of talking, and men and women stood in the streets to watch the spectacle of the fire. The flames are like ever-changing mountains, sometimes thousands of people burst out in unison, sometimes single peaks protrude; The flames are like majestic forests, sometimes roaring and roaring, sometimes lingering and murmuring; The flames are like thousands of macaques and thousands of spirits dancing wildly. The people gloated as the wheat they had sent into the White Deer Barn turned into a magnificent flame in an instant. Heiwa stood on the edge of the cliff of the kiln to watch his masterpiece, and Xiao'e was half-leaning in the crook of his arm. The angry shouts of soldiers came from the village, and the awkward Henan accent sounded more and more awkward, forcing people to fight the fire. The soldiers ignored the caves under the cliffs outside the village, and only banged on the doors of the village and shouted loudly. Heiwa ran back to the cave and picked up two wooden barrels, breaking free from Xiao'e's obstruction: "I'll go and see the excitement." He picked up two buckets of water from the big waterlogging pond in the middle of the village, sandwiched them between the men who carried the buckets and the basins, and walked through the village alleys and the streets of Bailu Town, and could not move forward. The fire was no longer extinguishable. A bare-armed and bare-legged man could not get even a step closer to the fire. The burned grains of wheat bounced up and burned again in the air, like fireworks set off on New Year's night. The fire burned until dawn, and the dazzling flame made the sun rising over the eastern plains lose its charm.

Subsequently, on the square brick doorpost of the most conspicuous No. 1 Security Station in Bailu Town, a slogan was found: White wolf, the one who set fire to the grain platform. The handwriting is ochre-red, and it is written with a broom tower after soaking in water from a kind of red clay produced locally, which is very eye-catching and conspicuous on the blue bricks. When Lu Zilin entered the door, he saw so many people surrounding the door and didn't know what was going on, and when he opened the crowd and saw the ochre-red slogan, his face became waxy. He didn't enter the door and went to report to Platoon Commander Yang. Yang Platoon Commander came running with a box gun in his waist, his face was gray, his eyes were red and sticky like a freshly boiled plastic pot, and the red silk on the box gun inserted in his waist had been burned to the point that only a short section remained. Platoon Commander Yang pulled out the box gun and fired a shot in the air, gritting his teeth and shouting: "Get out of here, get out of that fucking stinky cunt!" The onlookers were in an uproar. Platoon Commander Yang immediately ordered the soldiers to conduct a search, searching for people and artifacts related to the slogan. Check who has the remnants of laterite, the clay pots, copper and porcelain pots soaked in laterite, and the broom tower used to dip the red clay slurry for writing.

All the houses in Bailu Cang were reduced to ashes along with the wheat, and Platoon Commander Yang led his soldiers into the Bailu Town Junior Primary School, and the students were all too scared to come to school. Pots and pots, brooms, and towers that soldiers had collected from peasant homes in various villages were piled up in the large courtyard, but none of them provided any reliable evidence. No matter how stupid this stupid method of solving the crime was, more than 30 soldiers still followed it seriously, starting with the search in Bailu Village and advancing into many surrounding villages. None of the three "white wolves" who set fire to the fire were listed as key suspects, and the Han tailor still put the tailoring case under the tent at the door of the shop, and cut the line with a long bamboo ruler and white gray pen, and the soldiers did not even have the leisure to ask him. Hearing that the soldiers were searching for evidence from house to house, Heiwa sent Xiao'e to hide in the field and pretend to dig wild vegetables, what he was worried about was not the evidence of arson but the appearance of Xiao'e. The three soldiers walked into the cave with their toes proud, and when they were done whirling, they bluffed and said, "I think you look like you have set fire!" Heiwa smiled: "Boss, you didn't hit my throat again, what did I do to hurt the boss?" I only handed the boss a bucket of wheat, not three stones and five stones......" The soldiers picked up the black clay basin with a thick layer of urine and dirt from the hen's coop and broke it.

Although Lu Zhaopeng resolutely refused when Platoon Commander Yang was stationed at the school the night before, he finally accepted the fait accompli. Platoon Commander Yang had no intention of the unfriendly attitude of Lu Zilin's principal's son, but he never thought that this handsome principal was the "white wolf" who set the fire. After two or three days, Lu Zhaopeng said to the restless Yang Platoon Commander after dinner: "Yang Platoon Commander, can you gallop on paper and gallop on the horse, so that you can strategize on the battlefield - kill two games?" Platoon Commander Yang quickly drew up a vetted list of arsonists.

Bai Jiaxuan's lungs exploded after hearing the summons, he was not afraid of being involved in the fire case, nor was he afraid of being wronged, but mainly because he couldn't bear such an insult. When Lu Zilin interrogated him in an extremely sympathetic tone, Bai Jiaxuan was smoking a hookah at the large square table in his upper room Ming Hall, and slammed the hookah onto the table: "This Henan egg is blind, isn't it?" Lu Zilin said: "You go and explain to Platoon Commander Yang, and I will explain to him again." Don't be the top - he's a monkey who burns Jiriko, and he'll catch anyone if he's in a hurry. As he spoke, three soldiers with guns walked in outside the door: "There is also Bai Xiaowen, who can also write, go together." ”

The father and son of the Bai family walked out of the door, accompanied by Lu Zilin, followed by three soldiers with guns. Bai Jiaxuan looked at the pedestrians in Bailu Town who stopped to watch, the insult on his face had made him white, and he straightened his waist more and more. Platoon Commander Yang said to Bai Jiaxuan and his son in his temporary house: "Don't panic. Just leave your handwriting. Then he led the father and son into a classroom, where a basin of red clay mud was placed on the table, and a broom tower was placed in the basin. The walls of the classroom were already full of words, all of which read, "White wolf, who set fire to the grain table". Bai Jiaxuan angrily picked up the broom dipped in mud and wrote the same line, and Bai Xiaowen also wrote. Bai Jiaxuan wrote angrily and asked: "As the saying goes, catch thieves and catch stolen goods, catch traitors and catch doubles." Boss, why did you make me so bad?" Platoon Commander Yang also said angrily: "Why did you mess with you?" Asking you to write a few words is bad for you?" Bai Jiaxuan sneered and said, "What kind of words is this!" Is it a couplet of red events or a guide to funerals?" Platoon Commander Yang suddenly turned around and stared at Bai Jiaxuan: "You talk cleanly!" Sensei said that you are a bullshit patriarch and official, if you dare to say half a sentence again, Lao Tzu will knock you down with one shot......" Lu Zilin immediately persuaded Yang platoon commander to take back the gun, Xiaowen pushed his father out of the classroom and walked to the yard, Yang platoon leader chased him to the steps and still shouted: "You send chicken feather posters to incite trouble and hand over farmers, which is not a good thing in the first place!" Bai Jiaxuan was even more angry and ashamed when he turned over the old accounts.

The fire burned for three days and three nights, and white ash flew all over the sky, and a thick layer of white powder sank into the roof tiles and yards of every house. After the fire was extinguished, the unburned grain pile still glowed red in the night, and the whole village and fields filled the village and fields with the smell of burnt buns. A sudden rainstorm completely extinguished the embers and washed away the ash dust on the leaves of the roof tiles and the young leaves of the autumn seedlings. When the weather is clear, the nearby villagers carry the kudzu cage in ox carts and wheelbarrows to load the ashes, and the ashes and soil manure of the wheat are mixed with the fields to be an excellent fertilizer for crops and cotton.

About half a month later, Platoon Commander Yang stationed in Bailucang led his soldiers again. Platoon Commander Yang first called Yotian Fuxian, the head township, and summoned the officials of the nine townships and 98 large and small natural villages of the nine security centers to hold a meeting in the school in Bailu Town. Platoon Commander Yang walked with a slight limp, which was a bone wound caused by the regiment commander's order to beat the 20th army stick. Platoon Commander Yang said: "The military rations burned in Bailuyuan have to be replenished from Bailuyuan. Burn it and levy it again, tell him to burn it again, burn it again and levy it again. This time, it's one acre and one bucket, one person and one bucket. Burn it again and add it again. Someone pleaded: "Boss, the reason why the army needs to eat grain is very clear, and since ancient times, soldiers have been raised by the people, and they have to be requisitioned again if the grain is burned." It's just that a stubble has just been levied after the wheat harvest, and I'm afraid that it will be difficult to do it again. Will it be levied again after the autumn harvest? It's good to say ...... to the people," Platoon Commander Yang interrupted him with a wave of his hand: "Don't say this again." The day after tomorrow, the collection of food will be started, and all of them will be sent to this school. Tomorrow, Bailu Town will gather and shoot the white wolf who burned the grain table. Whoever dares to resist and refuse to pay the grain, whether it is an official or a person, will be punished like a white wolf. ”

The next day, in the wilderness outside the walls of the White Deer Warehouse, three people who were tied up by the five flowers were tied to wooden posts, unkempt, ragged, drooping, and actually dying. Crowds of people crowded to see the lively villagers. More than thirty soldiers lined up in a row, raised their guns, and the sound of pushing and pulling the bolts of the guns was exactly the same as the chicken shooting (shooting) performance. Platoon Commander Yang pulled out the box gun from his waist, and the handle of the gun had been replaced with a new flame-like dazzling red silk, and his movements were no longer elegant but more powerful. The three "white wolves" did not react in the slightest, did not cry or scream, and the spectators wondered if they were still alive before they were shot. The guns hit various parts of their bodies, pulling out a stream of blood. They didn't even shake the reaction, which made the onlookers feel that it was not as enthusiastic as shooting a live chicken.

A few days later, a terrible rumor spread in the alleys of various villages and alleys, and the three "white wolves" who were killed were actually three who asked for food.