In Wang Village, the rapid and deafening sound of gongs echoed over the village. Groups of fellow villagers hurriedly gathered towards the Wang Family Ancestral Hall, each carrying large and small cloth bags on their backs.
"Folks, don't panic. The Japanese are still far away. There is a company of militiamen. They won't be able to reach Wangcun before dark."
"Auntie, please slow down, don't bump into me, Fugui, come and help me!"
"Uncle, don't take this pickle jar. We are hiding from the devil."
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Wang Xiangxiang, director of the Women's Rescue Society, organized the evacuation of the villagers with great enthusiasm. This was the first time that Wangcun had to deal with a Japanese raid. There was some panic, but fortunately it was not a big problem.
It took almost an hour for all the villagers to gather in front of the ancestral hall. When Deng Wu, the captain of the military workers and commander of the militia company, saw that everyone was here, he stood up and said:
"Folks, please be quiet and listen to me."
Deng Wu was quite popular among the people of Wangcun. He shouted, and the noisy crowd suddenly became quiet. At this time, they wanted to listen to the Eighth Route Army.
Seeing that the fellow villagers had become quiet, Deng Wu cleared his throat and said:
"Fellows, the main reason why the Japanese came to Wangcun to raid this time is because they know that we have harvested summer grain, and they came here to rob us of our grain;
Can the food we have worked so hard to grow be snatched away by these damn devils and puppet troops? "
As soon as the fellow villagers heard that the devil's devils were coming to steal their food, they immediately became excited. They all shouted that even if they fought against the devils, they could not let them steal their life-saving food!
The old hen still protects food, let alone people. Without food, what will adults and children eat?
"The fellow villagers are right, whoever dares to steal our food, we will fight to the death with them!
Now we in Wangcun are not so easy to bully. We have Eighth Route Army guerrillas, militiamen, and tunnels. We will destroy as many devils as they come, so that they never come back!
The Eighth Route Army, the guerrillas, and the militia are fighting against the devils. You just need to follow our arrangements and retreat to the mountains. We are hiding from the devils. Don't bring anything that is too heavy. Bring more food. How about we come back and rebuild our home after we eliminate the Japanese? "
"Okay, we all listen to the Eighth Route Army comrades. As long as the Japanese are beaten away, what will we farmers have to worry about when we have food and land?"
Vanilla Lady said loudly that her daughter was the director of the Women's Rescue Society and her man was a militiaman. She did not support anyone supported by the Eighth Route Army. The common people in China could clearly distinguish who was a relative and who was an enemy.
"Okay, what this lady said is right, don't feel bad about these pots and pans. As long as the people are there and the food is there, we won't be afraid, right?"
As soon as Deng Wu finished speaking, the fellow villagers responded one after another, especially Huan Hua, who was beaming and said to the rich lady next to her:
"Fugui mother, did you hear that the captain praised me? You said that when the Japanese are driven away, you will give me a job as an activist?"
The rich lady said sourly:
"If I can get you, Captain Deng is just talking politely, but you take it seriously!
It's just that Vanilla is already old enough, and the rich and noble also listened to Vanilla and became a militia. After driving away the Japanese, will their affairs be taken care of?
Let us, the old Zhang family, take care of this chaos. "
After hearing this, Vanilla Lady was not happy, she spit back on the spot and said:
"Bah, bah, bah! What are you talking about? Who are you cursing? Fugui and Hehuaxiang are both safe and sound. If you don't know how to speak, don't say anything."
Fugui Niang also got distracted and hurriedly muttered:
"Guanyin Bodhisattva bless the bad and ineffective spirits, bless the gunmen who hide from wealth and vanilla, and bless them to give birth to precious children soon..."
"The rich lady is not married yet!"
"Ms. Vanilla, don't talk to Bodhisattva about this. It's only a matter of time."
Fugui's mother smiled and said, now that Vanilla is popular in Wangcun, she might be able to be a high official in the Eighth Route Army in the future, and Fugui can still have a good future by following her.
Vanilla Girl pursed her lips and said nothing more. If it weren't for the fact that Fugui's child was more pleasing to her eyes, she wouldn't be bothered to pay attention to an old and backward person like Fugui.
"Let's go, let's go, hide from the devil!"
Vanilla Girl is in a good mood as long as she doesn't see Rich Girl. In addition, she has just been praised by the captain, so she feels very good. She also helps Grandma Seven-pound with her backpack.
"Vanilla girl, I don't dare to trouble you."
"What's going on? Did you see it? My daughter, please be alert!"
Vanilla Girl started to show off her daughter to Grandma Qijin again, and Grandma Qijin was also full of praises for Vanilla. It was like they were on the same page, which was more pleasant than chatting with Rich Girl.
The people of Wang Village moved to the back mountain in great force. There were caves dug by the militia company there, where they usually stored a large amount of food and drinking water. They could hide in the depths of the mountain for ten and a half months without any problems.
In the Wang family compound, Wang Bodao's family is also packing up. Their family has a big business and has dug many tunnels in the compound to hide food and valuable materials. They also have their own caves in the mountains;
Cunning rabbits have three burrows, and they are more concerned about saving their lives than anyone else.
"Dad, is it necessary for us to hide in the mountains? I heard that the Japanese do not make things difficult for the squires. By hiding, we are completely tied to the Eighth Route Army."
"Confused, Zimo, why can't you understand? A gentleman with the right way is not guilty, but he who harbors guilt is guilty.
If the Japanese want to fight, they need a lot of money and food. Who in Wangcun has the most money and food? What are there to grab from those farmers who just have enough to fill their stomachs?
Most of the Japanese came for our Wang family this time. They know that our Wang family has money and food. Does it matter whether we are tied to the Eighth Route Army or not?
Just say you have it! When have robbers ever been reasonable? "
Wang Zimo just reacted slower and couldn't see clearly the dangers of troubled times.
"Dad, the devils are here. If they arrive at Wang Village and cannot collect money or food, they will definitely be angry with our Wang family. They might get so angry that they will burn our Wang family.
How about secretly leaving some food and supplies for them? Maybe they won't burn our Wang family for the sake of our common sense. "
Wang Zimo still felt reluctant to part with this century-old mansion, which would be passed down to him in the future.
Wang Bodao shook his head in great disappointment, secretly thinking that his son was still not fully mature and needed more experience.
"Zimo, you have to remember one thing. The continuation of our Wang family does not depend on this big house, nor on wealth, but on prestige, reputation and prestige in the countryside!
Now the entire Wang Village is fighting against the Japanese with fortified walls and clear fields. If the Wang family dares to leave food and supplies to the Japanese for the enemy, the reputation that the Wang family's ancestors have worked hard to maintain for hundreds of years will be completely destroyed. Our Wang family must stand with the national justice at all times. on the side;
Be it a house, money or food, they are all external things. If they are burned, they are burned! If it's destroyed, it's destroyed.
Remember, even if our Wang family's food is burned, we cannot leave it to the Japanese. If we can hide it, we can hide it. If we can't hide it, we will destroy it. If we burn this big house, we will build a small house. The Japanese and the Eighth Route Army will not miss it. Caught? "
Wang Zimo suddenly understood and said no more.
Wang Bodao still didn't say something very clearly. In fact, he was still hoping that the Japanese would burn down the Wang family compound, and then the Wang family would be less conspicuous.
Being too conspicuous in troubled times is not the way for a family to survive. Moderation is...
"Wang Zheng, let's go into the mountains to hide from the Japanese!"
