readx;? Japanese devils appeared in groups on the streets, flashing cold bayonets stabbing the bodies of fellow villagers at every turn, burning, killing and looting could happen at any time, and the air in the city was filled with suffocating terror. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

This is something that Fugen, Qiao Xiaojing and others did not expect.

This is a turbulent era, in this turbulent era, turbulence and unrest are the benchmark style of life, and in many people, serious tranquility and peace seem to be a little abnormal, discordant, and out of the flow.

The Xiaomulou murder happened in this context, probably because it was inadvertently in line with the characteristics of this era, not only did it not attract any attention from the outside world, nor did it cause any bad impact, let alone produce any adverse consequences, on the contrary, everything seemed to happen just right, normal and natural.

Just as Qiao Xiaojing felt sorry for herself alone when she took care of Cuiyu--- "Everything that happened was a little unreal, like just a big dream, it seemed to be no different from never happening." ”

Cuiyu's coma stumbled Qiao Xiaojing's feet, after all, she was the best sister, and she couldn't leave Cuiyu alone in the city under such circumstances. This is what Qiao Xiaojing meant, and it is also what Guisheng, Ah Liang and Fuzi clearly expressed when they left Fugen.

Fugen didn't have the enthusiasm he had before when it came to whether Qiao Xiaojing wanted to stay and take care of Cuiyu, so he just faintly echoed Guisheng's intentions.

The wicked woman and her minions have been removed, and the small wooden building is back in the hands of Fugen.

Out of infinite love for the small wooden building, Fugen led everyone to carefully clean up the small wooden building, the degree of its intentions with the word "meticulous" to describe it is not an exaggeration--- even the fingers can not touch the crack in the wall, first with the wire, and then tie a wet cloth on the wire to wipe, until the clean cloth does not change color, let alone elsewhere.

Guisheng, Ah Liang and Fuzi faced the brand-new small wooden building, their faces were full of appreciation and envy, and they had no choice but to stay for a long time, so they could only carry a faded and broken burden and leave reluctantly.

Only Qiao Xiaojing, Cuiyu and Fugen's small wooden building seemed empty, very quiet, a little silent.

When Fugen rummaged through the cabinet, he found a delicate small wooden box, and when he opened the box, he found that it was full of gold and silver treasures, and the sunlight shone on it, and the golden light was dazzling.

For Fugen, not to mention having so many treasures, it is almost impossible to see each other in his life. Now, even if he had never dreamed of so many treasures, he could feel the edges and corners when he touched them, and he could smell them when he breathed, and he was a little confused.

Of course, for a poor person who suddenly has so much treasure, who would react differently from Fugen?

Fugen spent most of the day in front of a box of gold and silver treasures, drooling and dripping, but finally came to his senses.

He first glanced around, left and right, and found that there was no one else in the house, so he tiptoed to the door of the inner room, and then looked around, and found that there was no one else outside the house, so he quickly closed the door.

He ran to the cabinet on tiptoe and held the chest containing the treasure tightly in his arms, his face full of joy and happiness.

Perhaps because the treasure came too suddenly, Fugen held the little box as if it were his own flesh and bones, and stroked the little box, and after a while, he sobbed.

It wasn't until dinner time that Fogen thought about storing the money box, which became another big problem for him, and he went back and forth countless times, but always felt unsafe, and finally wrapped the money box in a pile of his own torn clothes, and put the pile of rags in the hole in the bed, and then went downstairs to eat.

"What are you busy with? I haven't seen you for a day. Qiao Xiaojing saw that Fugen was late, and fiddled with chopsticks while asking.

"Oh, I'm fine, I feel sore, and I slept for a while. Fugan replied with a squeak.

"Why do I think something is wrong with you?" Qiao Xiaojing always lowered her head when she saw Fugen talking, never looking up at herself, and was a little suspicious of Fugen's statement.

"Is there any? how is that possible?" Fugen shook his head, and then changed the subject, "How is Jade today?"

"It's still like that, but fortunately, I can swallow it. ”

"With your careful care, I should be able to wake up soon. ”

"I hope so!" Qiao Xiaojing smiled.

Fugen also smiled faintly.

During the whole meal, the two of them did not communicate again.

Just as Fugen put down the dishes and chopsticks, suddenly there were two roars, which seemed to come out of the ground, very dull and powerful, and shook the room several times.

"It's a cannon again, alas, I really don't know what will become of this day in the future?" Qiao Xiaojing sighed, turned her head to look out of the door, and looked extremely heavy.

"yes! It's getting more and more peaceful, I haven't been out lately, I really don't know what the world outside the house has become?" Fugen sighed as he lit a cigarette and took a few puffs, and suddenly the smoke above his head became cloudy, and then said, "Tomorrow I want to go to the suburbs to see Ai Lian and Mr. Wang, and tell them about this place by the way." ”

Ai Lian and Mr. Wang were buried in the fire, and Fugen didn't even find the ashes, so he had no choice but to bury the objects related to the two of them in the suburbs, so that there was a place to worship during the New Year's holidays.

"Okay, I'll go too. Actually, I should have gone to my sister-in-law's grave early to see, burn some paper for my sister-in-law, and put some incense on it......" When Qiao Xiaojing spoke, the firewood fell from the stove, and she hurriedly stretched out her foot and stepped on the firewood.

"It's not too late to go tomorrow. You feed Cuiyu some porridge, let's go early and return early, we shouldn't be able to take care of Cuiyu. Fugen readily agreed with Qiao Xiaojing's idea, and went upstairs as he spoke.

Early the next morning, the rooster crowed, and Qiao Xiaojing got up.

Facing the gray sky and the faint sound of roosters, Qiao Xiaojing tied her apron and hurriedly started to make a fire to cook, the whole room was soon filled with smoke coming out of the stove, Qiao Xiaojing was wrapped in smoke, if it weren't for her incessant coughing, I believe it would be difficult for anyone to find her whereabouts.

Breakfast was ready, Qiao Xiaojing didn't care about eating, after feeding Cuiyu first, she called Fugen again, ate a few bites hastily, then cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, locked the door, and walked towards the main street.

To save time, Fogen rented a carriage from a shop that rented a carriage.

For Qiao Xiaojing, who was used to being poor, Fugen's move still surprised her a little, after all, they were all poor people, and they could only walk on foot, so how could they spend money to rent a car? But she didn't say what was in her heart.

How did Qiao Xiaojing know that this Fugen was no longer the Fugen of the past, since he moved into the small wooden building, he "accidentally" obtained a large amount of wealth, and the small amount of money that took a taxi was no longer something that could make him feel heartache.

The carriage carrying Qiao Xiaojing and Fugen quickly ran up, and along the way, Qiao Xiaojing and Fugen each lifted the curtain close to them and looked out, and from time to time there were devils walking on the street with bayonets in their eyes.

There are few pedestrians on the street, many people walk with their heads drooping, but whenever they meet the Japanese devils with bayonets, the villagers all bend their bodies slightly, cling to the wall, standing trembling and towering, their eyes dare not look at the devils, and they dare to walk around when the Japanese devils pass.

But the coachman whipped his horse vigorously, and kept shouting: "Drive, drive, drive......"

The carriage entered the suburbs, and the dust behind the carriage was flying, and the yellow sand was roaming.

Fugen and Qiao Xiaojing came to the barren slope where Ai Lian and Mr. Wang were buried with infinite sadness, and the grave had already been washed away by the rain. Fugen finally found these two graves through imprints, and burned incense and worshiped with Qiao Xiaojing.

Then Fugen threw the earth with his hands with tears in his eyes and slowly piled up the grave again.

At this moment, a small team of four or five Japanese devils came to the alley where the small wooden building was located, holding guns with bayonets......

When they came to the gate of the small wooden building, these devils all stopped, and after you said a word to him, and after a "bird talk", one of the devils rushed to the door, smashed the door with the butt of his gun and kicked the door with his foot, and called the door with the bird language, until another devil poked the lock on the door with a bayonet, and the devil stopped, and the other devils laughed.

When the gang was about to leave, the devil who was teased was angry and hateful, picked up the butt of his rifle and slammed the door a few times before leaving.

And in that wilderness, Fugen and Qiao Xiaojing had already piled up the graves, and Fugen recited the process of killing the wicked woman and recapturing the small wooden building, and the two of them turned around in three steps, walked down the barren slope, and drove in the direction of the small wooden building in a carriage.

On the way home, Fugen and Qiao Xiaojing both asked the coachman to avoid the main street, so as to avoid running into devils---

The Japanese devils forced the submissive villagers to the base of the wall, and kept waving their spears in front of the villagers, and the bayonets on the head of the guns flashed with a dazzling cold light. They wielded bayonets and occasionally made the movements of slashing down their heads, stabbing them straight into the heart, or chopping off their limbs, and the villagers instinctively dodged out of fear.

When the devils saw these reactions of the villagers, it was like seeing an animal performance, one of them smiled from ear to ear, and some of the devils actually laughed so much that they almost dropped the bayonet in their hands.

These villagers who were used by the devil as a tool for fun saw the devil laughing, and they also smiled faintly, this insensitive scene made the devil laugh even more......

Along the way, similar to this kind of thing, Qiao Xiaojing and they encountered several incidents.

"Why are there more and more Japanese?" Qiao Xiaojing sighed with a sad face.

"Who knows?" said Fugan, who was a little indifferent.

"I heard that the Kuomintang troops were defeated in a row, and the Japanese had to advance an inch, so this is not coming to us. The coachman was also full of complaints, shaking his head and sighing as he spoke.

As soon as the carriage turned into the alley, there was the sound of a woman begging for mercy and a man's flirtatious laughter.

Seeing this scene, the coachman, Fugen and Qiao Xiaojing all felt angry, Qiao Xiaojing wanted to jump down to help the young woman but was stopped by Fugen and the coachman, and finally could only hide in the carriage and curse the ancestors of these two devils for eight generations.

At the last moment, two middle-aged men dressed as farmers rushed over......