He started small talk with me.

That's when I learned that he took the money to get his son out and used the rest of the money to rent a house here and open this grocery store to make a living. I also knew that the teacher who took the lead was his son Wu Tian.

He said, "Don't you run the ferry, how do people cross the river if you don't run the ferry?" ”

I said, "I built a bridge over the river. ”

He said, "Is it your own money?" ”

I said, "It was donated by the old men and villagers on both sides of the strait, and I just took the lead." ”

He grabbed my hand and said, "Good man, good man, the virtue you have accumulated today will make you live to be 100 years old, and you will not suffer in this life in the next life." ”

Speaking of the embankment, I suddenly remembered the construction of the bridge by the big family in my hometown. I thought that it was I who repaired the embankment and bridge, and it hurt the Yu'er family. It's just that what I don't understand is that this embankment is not facing the gate of Yu'er's mother's house, but even their village is not facing it, why does it still destroy their family's feng shui?

I couldn't help but sigh and say, "I shouldn't have built this dam, I shouldn't!" ”

He said, "You are doing a good thing, why do you say that?" ”

I first told him about the construction of the bridge by the big family in my hometown, and then told him what I was thinking.

He said, "What happened to their family? ”

I told him about Adjutant Tian.

He said: "There are backers, there is a way out, maybe the hardships they go through today are the way out in the future, but there are some bumps in the road." ”

I stared at him.

He also said: "I heard that this party that my son joins is a party designed for the poor to turn over, and they specialize in bringing down the landlord, if they succeed in the future, your father-in-law's family will definitely avoid being defeated because of the incident of Adjutant Tian today." ”

I've heard this happen to my sister for a long time, but I still have to ask, "Why do you think they will succeed?" ”

He said: "Those who fight against the invaders at the front, they jump the hardest, and such a party will win the hearts of the people, and those who win the hearts of the people will win the world." ”

I said, "I hope so." ”

He said, "What business are you going to do here?" ”

I told him that although I was forced out by the enemy, I still wanted to take the opportunity to try my luck in Lao Burma.

He told me that he had heard that Lao Burma was also occupied by the invaders, and told me to stay here and do some other business, so that we could take care of each other.

I told him that it was my dream when I was a kid and that I didn't want to give it up.

He smiled and said, "I don't know what you young people think, but for my son, I told him to quit the party, but he didn't taste salt." ”

I said, "Ideals, every young person has his own ideals, but some people are willing to use their lives to achieve them, while some people bow to difficulties." ”

He said, "Yes, I had ideals when I was young, but now I'm old." ”

When I left Kunming, I used the money I earned along the way to buy ten throwing knives and hide them on my body. It took me a month to get to the old Burmese side. Indeed, as the shopkeeper Wu said, not only Lao Myanmar has long been occupied by the invaders, but the whole of Southeast Asia seems to have been occupied by the invaders.

As soon as they came, they rode bicycles to drive away the high-nosed and blue-eyed Westerners who had colonized here for a hundred years, looked down on us in China, and fought the Opium War with us, and became new colonists themselves.

They also groomed some natives to be the vanguard of their colonization.

And these people, with a high nose and blue eyes, have the blood on them.

Behold, a group of pioneers with high-nosed blue-eyed bloodlines are slaughtering the natives of a village. Their methods of slaughtering the indigenous people were so brutal that even the new invaders could not bear to see them.

Today, they are slaughtering again.

And I just came to the front of this village. Before they noticed me, I hid myself.

They gathered the people of the village, and they were all women, old people, and children. They used inhumane means to slaughter these unarmed people.

I couldn't stand it when I was hiding in the shadows, and when they got carried away, I suddenly rushed over to save a disgraced boy under the butcher's knife.

And this boy was the only boy in the village, and the last person to be wielded by the butcher's knife.

Although the boy had witnessed the slaughter of the entire village, there was no trace of fear on his face, and there was a glint of hatred in his eyes.

When others were slaughtered, they were already pale and trembling with fright, and they didn't dare to look down at the butcher who slaughtered him, even if it was a newborn child or an old man who didn't live for a few years.

And he, still holding his head high, his thin and small mouth tightly pursed into a line, glared angrily at the group of butchers, without even blinking his eyes.

This expression is easily reminiscent of Bing Fei, stubborn, determined, fearless, unchanging and heartless about anything, and even the death of relatives around him.

His whole being looked like he was beaten of iron, and he could not be frightened by knives and guns, torture, intimidation, pain, or death.

Nothing could frighten him!

His whole body didn't look sturdy, but a little bit of a girl's delicateness. But even this girl's delicate can make the cruel butchers bend him.

While others were slaughtered on their knees, he was standing - no matter what means the butchers used, they could not bend his knees - never bend a little!

His waist is straight!

That's why I rushed out to save him at the risk of my own safety, and why the butchers let him be the last to be slaughtered.

It's just that I admire his courage and think that people like him really shouldn't die at the hands of this group of butchers.

The butchers, on the other hand, were to make him afraid.

But he used a strong mentality and stubborn character to fight back at the butchers, which completely disappointed these butchers.

And I succeeded.

My throwing knife stabbed into the throat of the executioner who swung the butcher's knife at the boy, and another knife struck the butcher knife. In this way, I saved the boy.

Before the butchers could understand what was going on, they took the boy away.

By the time they understood what had happened, I had already run with the boy to the jungle outside the village.

The butchers screamed and pulled the bolts and opened fire on us as they chased us.

We, on the other hand, have rushed into the jungle, using trees to block bullets and jungles to hide and cover.

The butchers didn't seem to be willing to let us run away like that, and they all rushed into the jungle to chase after us.

I don't know how far we ran, but gradually I couldn't hear the shouts of the butchers, presumably the butchers had given up chasing us. I rested with him under a big tree.

I said to him, "Who are they?" ”

As soon as the words came out, I regretted it - not for the words I asked, but for the words I said.

He said, "Luo Xinya. ”

I stared at him in amazement—not because of the Roxinya, but because he could understand my language and answer in a language I could understand.

Although his voice was as thick as that of a young man, I could tell that it was deliberately faked.

I had to look at him closely.