In the land of the alluvial plain of the Yellow River, the fifth master did not have a lot of wealth, nor thousands of acres of fertile land, let alone a celebrity, but he had his own legend.

The fifth master's family was originally prosperous, and there were two large depressions in the west and south directions of the village, and the land was open, and there were no big landlords and rich people in several villages nearby. Relying on generations of wasteland accumulation, there are also dozens of acres of fields. If it had not been for the gunfire of 918, if the iron hooves of the Japanese invaders had not set foot on this quiet and fertile land, the fifth master would have been like thousands of ancestors, resting from sunrise to sunset, eating the grain grown in his own fields, wearing old coarse cloth woven by himself, and living a self-sufficient small-scale peasant economy.

Farming in the busy season and doing a little business in the slack season is the life trajectory of their generation in that era, but the business he does is a bit special, similar to the current targeting, rings, darts to win gifts and the like. He called it "Vertical Bo", at a fixed time to catch up with the stalls, sometimes win and sometimes lose, meet the ignorant and want to be greedy for cheap to win him a few small money, if you accidentally run into an expert, lose is inevitable, the worst one, not only all the gifts were swept away, but also banned for half a year, that was his darkest time.

When he got home, the fifth master locked his small box and put it high on the partition above his bedroom door, and he really hadn't touched it for half a year. In that era, he lived with credibility, and he lived with backbone.

The fifth master has never married a wife in his life, because his appearance is really bad, in his own words: I am afraid of ruining other people's daughters. People who don't know him can't tell his actual age at all, especially in winter, wearing a big "three-fan" hat, covering a big cotton jacket, high-waisted and big cotton pants, copying with both hands, squatting at the root of the wall, you can be as old as you want. And the eyes are not good, there is an eye disease, one eye is big, one eye is small, the big eye has a layer of glass flowers, the eyesight is very poor, the small eye is covered by loose eyelids, but it is very sharp, almost at a glance can see through other people's minds, the nose is particularly smart, whose bun is oiled, whose bun is less material, he can smell it as soon as he smells it.

The fifth master's old mother said that if it weren't for the fifth child's poor appearance, his five brothers would be tied together, and they would not be able to compare to him. The brain turns fast, and you see what someone says, otherwise you won't be able to make a living from that "vertical blog".

Although he was banned for half a year, the fifth master was not idle, and he had the opportunity to learn from his peers. With both hands, I squatted next to the stall of my peers not far away, and I knew it well. Half a year passed, the fifth master took off his suitcase, wiped it clean, and teased his eldest niece Jun'er on his lap, "Uncle will go and mix buns for you to eat, and wait obediently at home." ”

put a coarse cloth on his shoulders, carried a box on his back, and started his "vertical blog" business again.

Without a wife and no queen, he took it as his responsibility to love the children of his brothers, and every time he came back from the market, his niece greeted him happily, poured the steamed buns into the dry food basket and watched his niece eat happily, which was his greatest happiness. It's just that he always locked his outfit firmly in a small wooden box, and the key was bolted to the wide cloth belt that his brother and daughter-in-law had woven for him, and he never allowed his family to move, and repeatedly warned his family: This is not a good thing, it is not good to touch it, and nine out of ten gamblers lose.

The warlord melee is becoming more and more intense, today this occupies Jinan Mansion, another day that occupies Dezhou City, the life of the common people is becoming more and more difficult, the big livestock in the pen are gone, there are only a few pigs and sheep in the pen that eat bran and grass, the empty hoarding of grain is full of cobwebs, eating the last meal but not the next meal, and the foolish life after meal. Conscription, conscription, grain and grasping the strong, stubble after stubble.

"Zhang Zongchang sits in Jinan, one tael of silver and two taels." This popular nursery rhyme is a true portrayal of the taxation of that period.

In the autumn of 1937, Texas fell, and the Japanese army stepped into this place, which Mr. Zhang Jiruo called a blessed land, and the aircraft and artillery shattered the last trace of tranquility. For many years, people have adhered to the prophecy of Mr. Zhang Jiruo: "Nuo village does not move county, and revolves around Jiyang." "Mr. Artemisia once said that there will be no catastrophe in the land of Jiyang, and it was true before the invasion of the Japanese devils, the Yellow River flooded and flooded, and the water came to Huihe Street and flowed back into the Dasi River to drain away, keeping the safety of this piece of people; Even the "red-haired devil" wreaked havoc in China that time, and was blocked back by the fog of "Master Wudang". This time, however......

The Japanese planes dropped bombs on the Qudi Daji, and for the first time the common people saw the power of the thing, a loud noise was enough to collapse a house, the aftermath of the landing could throw a person into the air and hang on a tree, and the soil raised was enough to bury a person alive. Bloody men have erected banners to organize anti-Japanese resistance, and it is said that even the "old magpie" on Queshan Mountain has joined the ranks of anti-Japanese resistance.

After a battle, the small population village disappeared almost overnight, and the initial vigorous anti-Japanese enthusiasm gradually calmed down under the brutal killing of the invaders, some became puppet armies, and some quietly went underground. The common people began to live like hamsters, burying food in the soil, hiding in the wall, and quickly fleeing as soon as there was an alarm.

In the early winter of this year, just after the second half of the morning, the alarm sounded, and the devil puppet army began a new round of sweeping. The younger brother and daughter-in-law grabbed two vegetable cakes and stuffed them into their arms, used a wide cloth belt to strangle Erni's armpit, put them on her back, pulled up Da Nijun, and shouted, "Fifth brother, let's run!" ”

The fifth master pulled down Jun, "What are you doing!" ”

"Let's run!"

"Run! How far can Jun and I run! You take Erni and go quickly, don't worry about the two of you! ”

The younger brother and daughter-in-law still hesitated, and the fifth master pushed her, "Run with everyone, don't be alone, go directly to Wudang Temple, there is a county brigade there"

The younger brother and daughter-in-law carried Erni on their backs and ran along the path to Wudang Temple with the crowd. At first, they could keep up for a few miles, running and running, old and frail, women and children fell behind one by one, and women with small feet could run more than ten miles, which was not easy. The younger brother and daughter-in-law were running, and a sister-in-law from a neighboring village called out to her, "Her aunt, don't run!" Erni rolled her eyes! "Take a hundred plating and read the latest chapter of "Fengyi Nocturne Claw Book House" for free for the first time.