"Tubu!"

"Tubu!"

In late December 1937, the sound of an engine that was rare in this era could be heard in the sect, which was full of wooden buildings.

Don't say it, don't really say it, it's a bit of a different mash-up.

"Door Chief, the people in the door are empty, and you continue to let these little ones continue to make trouble like this?" Hong Tianlei stood on top of a wooden building with a hunched back and a straight Tang Bingwen.

On the flat ground in the distance, Xu Xin was driving a Japanese Type 97 military side three-wheeled motorcycle, and was playing with a group of thirteen or fourteen-year-old Tang Sect disciples.

The car was snatched by Tang Qian from the Japanese army, and on the way back, Tang Qian went to get back the 150 kilograms of gold buried in Taigu County, Jin Province, and brought all the 100 kilograms buried in the valley back to Tangmen.

Sheng Shiwen played the gold of the troubled times, and Tang Qian felt that there would be few opportunities to directly snatch the Japanese army's treasure convoy in the future. More than half of this gold will be used to hoard daily necessities, and a small half will be bought into starchy crops such as potatoes and sweet potatoes and distributed to farmers at the foot of Mount Emei.

This war between China and Japan will be fought for a long time, and even Sichuan Province, the country of abundance, will not have a good time in the future.

How to say it, in fact, few people know that Sichuan Province, the country of abundance, ushered in the War of Resistance against Japan by eating Guanyin soil.

From 1936 to 1937, Sichuan Province suffered a severe drought, and the grass roots and bark were gone, wild vegetables and wild fruits were gone, and the white mud Guanyin soil was eaten, and Sichuan Province entered a period of all-out anti-Japanese war.

At the beginning of the year, Liu Xiang, chairman of Sichuan Province, actually asked the Nanjing government for help, and his usual reply was like this: "The Nanjing government needs money to help you with water and drought. ”

By the way, if the social level has been assisted, it will only be more than one million silver dollars, and the average is only 4 cents for each affected Sichuan person.

The drought lasted until the summer of 1937, and several rains saved the Sichuan people, who at this time had already taken on the responsibility of the rear of the Anti-Japanese War and the National Salvation without hesitation.

In fact, Tang can take care of himself, but why should he send it to the farmers under Mount Emei?

Why? Tang Qian didn't know, maybe after entering Chengdu, an old farmer said it to his heart.

On the way back from Jin Province, Tang Qian and the Tang Men rested at the foot of a mountain, and the old farmer was carrying a hoe to bypass it from afar.

"Uncle, how is this year's harvest and life?" Tang Qian walked briskly two or three times, leaned up and asked, when he really lived in this era, he thought of caring about food and vegetables.

The old farmer looked at Tang Qian with some fear, Tang Qian handed over a few cakes, but the old farmer didn't take it, he just wanted to know what he was going to do.

"Uncle, try it, I'll ask for directions." Tang Qian spoke in a country accent.

After pointing out the way, the old farmer also saw that the young man was kind, so he talked a few words.

"Fortunately, I was able to survive, and I dug a lot of wild vegetables at home."

"You can't farm at this time, can you?" It's already December, and no matter how good the place is, there is no farm work at this time.

"Dig up some cassava!"

"You can't eat too much." Cassava is poisonous, can the people of the Tang Sect not know.

"As long as you can fill your stomach."

"What about this year's harvest?"

"It's all paid!"

"Paid in full?" Tang Qian asked in surprise, but his eyes gradually narrowed, chivalry is forbidden by martial arts, it may be like this. "Did the Tianfu Management Office force you?"

During the Republic of China, there were landlords, but the landlords were still under the management of the National Government's land administration.

"Not really! They all said yes when they received the seeds. We should pay it! It's like that in the neighborhood."

"Didn't you keep some of yourself?" Tang Qian asked, "I see you've been hungry for a long time." ”

Rickets are not old, but hungry.

"Babies are out of Sichuan! It's to go to the front to fight, and if you don't have food, you can't eat enough, and you can't fight even if you have a life...... As long as we can win the battle, drive away the Japanese devils, and live a peaceful life, we will eat cassava, eat vine leaves, and eat Guanyin soil. Actually, I also have a thought, it's much better than the Japanese to rob us!

The army eats first, then the babies eat again, and the rest is for us old people, as well as other neighbors and every household. I'd rather starve my family to death, and never owe a penny of public food to the public! ”

Little Japan on Dog Day!

Tang Qian swore that when he became a lawyer, he was a hard-hearted person. But when it comes to this era, it may be the attribute of the Sichuan people, and the soft ears are scary.

After carrying a bag full of white flour cakes to the old farmer, Tang sneaked back to Tangmen.

From his return to the end of December, he arranged the funeral of his master Tang Jiaren and succeeded him as the head of the Tang clan.

Yes, the Tang clan has always had a secret position as the head of the clan, which is held by the Tang clan, and there are two conditions, one is the surname Tang, and the other is Hui Dan.

If there is no Tang Qian, it may be Tang Bingwen who will concurrently serve as the company.

Anyway, according to the head of Babao Village, Tang Qian is the youngest of the Tang Clan's Zongzheng in the past thousand years.

The status is quite lofty in Babao Village, at least Tang Jiaren died, and all the men in Babao Village wore linen and filial piety.

Time is back on track again, on the wooden building of Tang Gate, Tang Bingwen and Hong Tianlei looked far-reaching, hearing Hong Tianlei's words, Tang Bingwen said with an unfathomable smile on the corner of his mouth: "What do you mean?" Mi Wa'er has a different identity now, and it is also appropriate to bring some changes to the Tang Sect. ”

"The gold that Mi Wa'er brought, how he wants to spend it, as long as it is used on the right path, I don't actually have any opinion, I mean, the disciples who went down the mountain to send seeds should also come back, right?"

"Come on, they'll all be there this afternoon." Tang Bingwen said.

"All?"

"Well, all! In fact, there is another benefit to the baby sending seeds. In the past, we were too upright and did not interact with the world of ordinary people. But do you know how many farmers have been rushing up the hill along the main road in a panic recently, saying that there are more unknown people around?

These farmers are very simple, we have given them more seeds, which means that there will be more harvests in the spring of the next year, and they are concerned about us as a benefactor, lest something happen to us. I repeatedly sent people to remind us that this step was something I never expected.

10 people went out, and 8 came back alive......

But I didn't expect that these farmers would be able to detect even the movements of the people. ”

"Revenge?" Hong Tianlei squinted.

Mianshan's Bigu Shinobi is led by the head of the ninja and is already the elite of the elite. But according to the latest information, there are a total of 13 elders in the entire Higaya ninja people. The ninja head is the one with the most power among the elders, who can lead the ninja people, and there are 12 of them, each with its own power.

"It's coming! After the little ones return to the mountain, all the large mechanisms around my Tang Gate will be opened, and someone will knock on the door! I, Tang Bingwen, am ashamed of my ancestors and ancestors, and ashamed of the sages of the Tang Sect! Tang Bingwen's face was full of anger.

"Door chief, I don't know if there is something to say or not?" Hong Tianlei looked at the angry Tang Bingwen beside him.

"Say!"

"I don't think you're angry, it seems like you're still a little excited!"

"Excited?" Tang Bingwen turned around and walked towards the meeting room, where he was going to listen to all the good news tonight.

Tang Sect, this sect has been operated by them for thousands of years, and they have survived enough to take revenge on the mountain!