While asking, Qiao Shan and Lao Qi sat in the front row,

He took out a piece of baked cake from his bag, broke it in half, and ate it horizontally with the tea.

simply baked cakes and coarse tea, but Qiao Shan's heart was inexplicably touched.

……

"Eh, eh! What's going on with you guys! Why did you make trouble when you first came? ”

The storyteller knocked on the table and pointed to the slogans posted on the wall pillars next to him:

"Look at what is written on that pillar!"

Qiao Shan turned back, saw the slogan written on the pillar, and read:

"Passing guests, don't forget your luggage?"

Then he looked at another pillar and said:

"One tea, one tea, no fighting, no grabbing?"

……

"Hey! You can really understand it, but I'm not talking about those two paragraphs, it's this one. The storyteller pointed to another pillar and said:

"Talk! Talk about state affairs! ”

In this era, the war was chaotic, the warlords were divided, and it coincided with the full-scale invasion of the little devils, and ordinary people did not dare to talk about state affairs.

If this is accidentally spread out, which military master will be unhappy, it will be a matter of losing his head!

"I don't know the situation on the front line!"

Mr. Storyteller glanced at his fellow villagers in the audience, and then glanced at the teahouse shopkeeper standing at the door, and when he thought of his new record book, he suddenly changed his words: "However, I can tell you about the Eighth Route Army's fight against devils!" ”

The teahouse owner here is as timid as a mouse, and he just wants him to talk about books according to the script, and he doesn't dare to let him talk about state affairs.

But what's the use of being afraid, now the devils are about to enter the city......

……

"Hey, young man, have you ever seen a devil?"

Pretending not to see the teahouse shopkeeper's eyes, the storyteller looked at Qiao Shan and asked.

"Haven't seen ......"

"Have you seen the Eighth Route Army?"

"Haven't seen ......"

"That's easy, I can not only speak, but I can sing to you!"

The storyteller was pretentious, rolled up his cuffs, took out a record book wrapped in brown cloth from his bosom, carefully opened it and spread it on the table, picked up the three-stringed instrument, cleared his throat, and sang:

"The Eighth Route Army, it's amazing! East, West, North and South won the war......"

……

The old man was suddenly happy below, and said with a smile:

"Uncle Junko, this thing is the same as my slingcotton bow!"

Qiao Shan nodded absentmindedly, suddenly got up and left, and said, "Listen, boss, listen first, I have an upset stomach, go to the toilet." ”

Ten seconds later,

Qiao Shan was pushed out by the smell of the latrine!

It's so hot!

Standing at the gate outside the courtyard of the teahouse, Qiao Shan looked at the village outside with an expressionless face.

……

"Things are developing along the plot of the movie, that is to say, after a while, the little devils will chase Erzhu into the village......"

Qiao Shan sighed.

Strictly speaking, he was not a man of high morals.

If an old man falls down on the road, Johnson may not even help him.

He didn't want to gamble his future with people's hearts.

But if you travel back to the Anti-Japanese War era, you ask him if he dares to resist Japan and fight devils, and his answer is yes!

"It's good that a person who has received nine years of compulsory education, can't he grow up and live to be 500,000 yuan......"

……

Determined, back to the teahouse, the storyteller was still talking:

"This Japanese devil suffered a defeat in Pingxingguan, and this courage is small, but they still relied on aircraft and artillery to take down Taiyuan City. If you want to talk about this Japanese devil's plane...... It's really amazing! This bomb is thousands of drops ......."

"Boom boom boom ~ woo woo ~"

The sound of an airplane passing in the sky sounded, and then the sound changed, as if an airplane had dropped a bomb from above,

"Whoosh...... Bang! ”

The audience was fascinated by the storyteller's storytelling, and suddenly heard this ventriloquist with a fake and real thing, and their faces changed drastically, and they were so shocked that they got up from their stools, panicked and wanted to escape.

The storyteller hurriedly reassured the crowd, took the whistle from his mouth, and explained:

"Ladies and gentlemen...... Don't be afraid! Hehe, this is a little ventriloquist of mine! ”

Although it was an explanation, there was a bit of smugness on his face.

This is his specialty!

"Anyway, this Japanese devil's plane is strafing and dropping bombs in the sky, da...... Just like the waterfall of Nalu Mountain, the flying stream goes straight down to 3,000 feet, and it is suspected that the Milky Way falls for nine days...... Boom! ”

A ventriloquist can be described as shocking!

……

"Hey, what are you doing?"

The storyteller was talking happily when he suddenly saw Qiao Shan walk up to the table and pick up his shocking wood.

Bang!

As soon as there was a startling sound, the teahouse instantly fell silent, and only the sound of boiling water remained......

Qiao Shan looked at the people in the teahouse and said in a deep voice:

"Folks! Oh no! Something is wrong!

Just now I saw a group of little devils at the door, and they are coming towards our village! Let's go home and escape to the mountains with our families! ”

He can't wait here for the little devils to come, he has to let the fellows leave first. These little devils are not things, they can do everything, it is dangerous to hide at home, and the safest way is to escape to the mountains before the little devils come.

……

Qiao Shan's words were even more shocking than shocking, and everyone suddenly became chaotic.

"What? The devil is coming? ”

"Really?"

"Young people, don't talk nonsense, how can the devil hit us!"

"This kid was scared by the storyteller......"

"What if the devil really comes?"

"Oops! My stupid mother-in-law is still at the entrance of the village! ”

"Go home first! Go home first! ”

"Shopkeeper, then I'll go back too!"

……

Everyone knows very well how ferocious the little devil is, seeing that Qiao Shan's expression is serious and not like a joke, although the villagers below are still suspicious, after a riot, the body runs out very honestly.

The crowd dispersed in the blink of an eye!

But in two or three minutes, only the teahouse shopkeeper and the storyteller were left on the scene, and even the guys ran home to carry the old lady up the mountain.

The business of the teahouse shopkeeper turned yellow in an instant, but he didn't dare to provoke the anger of the public, so he could only grab Qiao Shan and ask eagerly:

"Are the devils really here?"

"Really! I saw it, the devils are all with guns! ”

Qiao Shan's eyes didn't blink and said nonsense.

……

The storyteller silently put away the notebook, memorized the shamisen, and ran out with his head down.

The old man hid in the corner and held the slingcotton bow, and before he could react, he said slowly:

"Uncle Shunzi, then we should ......"

"Bang! Bang! ”

Before he finished speaking, two gunshots suddenly rang out at the entrance of the village!

Qiao Shan's face changed, and his heartbeat slowed down by half a beat.

! Bad luck!

The little devils of dog day are really here!

……

"Oops!"

Mr. Storyteller had just run to the door, and before he could step out of the threshold, he was knocked to the ground by a figure.

Two pillars!

Qiao Shan saw the military hat worn by the visitor, and instantly determined the identity of the visitor!

"Boss! Go and close the door! ”

Qiao Shan ran over and picked up Erzhu, finding that Erzhu had been shot in the arm, because he had lost too much blood because he had escaped, and his face had turned pale.

"I, I'm ...... Eight ......"

The storyteller looked at Erzhu's hat and confirmed, "...... Eighth route army? ”

"He's the younger brother of the Eighth Route Army! Don't ask, help him into the house! ”

Qiao Shan avoided Erzhu's wound and helped him up, and the storyteller hurriedly helped the other side, and the two carried Erzhu into the teahouse.

"Boss! Come back! ”

……

Bang dang!

In just a few breaths, the door was violently kicked open, and two little devils walked in with guns, rummaging through boxes and cabinets, with a fierce tone, and kept shouting in blunt Mandarin:

"Little Hachiru! Hurry up and drip out! ”

Behind the stove, Qiao Shan and the three of them held their breath and concentrated.

Listening to the movement of the two little devils searching closer and closer, Mr. Storyteller looked at Qiao Shan, nodded at him, and put the whistle into his mouth with a solemn face.

The next moment, the "roar of the plane" suddenly sounded!

"Boom, boom, boom......"

Immediately after that, the "sound of falling shells from high altitudes" also sounded.

The two little devils looked up at the sky, but they didn't see the plane, only the dilapidated beams of the teahouse, but they still subconsciously lay down and hugged their heads to protect themselves.

Now is the time!

Qiao Shan's eyes froze, without the slightest hesitation, he seized the opportunity to stand up and slammed the two kettles he was carrying into the two little devils!

The kettle is not heavy, and it does not hurt people when it is smashed,

But the water inside is freshly boiled, full of boiling water!

……