The monkey is bold because he was once a thief.
The muzzle of the shell is pointed downward, inserted into the waist.
I also checked Big Yang up and down, and found nothing wrong.
Throwing the old robe stolen from the village over their shoulders before dawn, the two of them hit the road while there was no one on the road outside, and headed straight to the south.
As soon as the sun rose above the horizon, the breeze blew warmly. The crops on the ground were unexpectedly green. The two looked at each other in surprise.
The two guys who worked in the village every day suddenly came to this empty and boundless plain, and felt an indescribable relief in their hearts.
The tall trees in the distance are covered with green, which is very different from the mountains. If it weren't for the fact that they were not too far from the blockade behind, and both of them had gunshot wounds, they stole other people's clothes for fear of being discovered. I want to open my voice and shout a few times: "You little devil, I'm going to fuck your mother!"
The two of them ran around here and there, jumping and jumping for a few steps on the road. Yang Yang threw his son far away, and a piece of soil hit Yang Yang: "What are you doing running so fast?"
The two of them had no purpose, and some people began to appear on the road carrying burdens and baskets. The two of them carefully blended into the crowd of people going to the market and strode towards the south.
A gray shadow appeared ahead, looking like a small town surrounded by walls.
Slowly moving forward, the wall became taller, and the two of them blended in with the crowd. A door opened on the wall, and two detectives with guns stopped them with angry eyebrows. Several khaki-colored security forces walked back and forth on the wall, watching. There was a dark crowd below.
The monkey looked carefully at the small town, which was surrounded by a deep ditch around the town wall.
Judging from the high piles of soil beside the ditch, the protective ditch is wide and deep. The lowered suspension bridge is like a long springboard, stretched across the protective ditch.
"Resident certificate! Hurry up..." Next to the suspension bridge beside the protective ditch, a skinny detective team member in black, with wide eyes, pulled the rifle in his hand left and right, and screamed twice loudly.
People approaching him quickly handed him the crumpled "resident certificate".
"I think he's more like a monkey." Big Yang muttered, looking at the monkey next to him.
The monkey didn't reply. He stood in the distance with a smile on his face and carefully watched the actions of the people in front.
"Where are your resident certificates? How many times have I told you, don't even try to get in without your certificates." The Slender Detective Team member yelled at the two people in front of him.
The two people standing in front of him groped for a long time on their bodies and said with sad faces: "Ma Gan, don't yell at me. We are from the same village. It's not like you don't know me. I brought you with you, so why are you missing?"
"Maybe it's fallen. Go back and look for it quickly."
"What the hell, Ma Gan. I went to Captain Wang's house for a drink today. Will I still be able to eat it this time?"
"Ma Gan, don't act like crazy, let me in quickly." The other one didn't give the detective team member face at all: "Otherwise, I won't water your land for you."
"Hey, there's a drought this year. It doesn't matter whether you water or not. Hurry up and get out." The thin detective team returned the pile of resident cards in his hand.
A large group of people, with or without certificates, were let in, crossed the suspension bridge and walked towards the town.
Monkey looked at the crowd in front carefully, took the resident card that came out in his hand, led Yang, and slowly moved forward with the crowd, picking them up one by one for inspection.
Fortunately, there were too many people and it was a gathering, so there was no body search.
The resident card fell into the hands of the thin detective. The resident card was actually just a piece of paper without a photo on it.
The detective team member named Ma Gan suddenly looked through them one by one.
The monkey's heart tightened. No, he wanted bad food. This guy knew the two people who had just stolen the resident certificates. He quickly used the person in front to block his sight and moved his hands to his waist.
The crowd was noisy and there was constant urging, but Ma Gan returned all the resident certificates.
The two took the resident certificates and followed the crowd into the town.
It happened to be a market day, so there were just a few more people than usual. It was just that there were more people in the north when everyone was gathering.
There were actually people selling cabbage on burdens, people buying grain on their backs, and people selling food in baskets. The two of them drooled looking at the cabbage, and followed Jiulian for most of the time, drinking porridge and eating steamed buns.
Entering through the doorway, you can see the tower to the south at a glance.
A small street, with front and back yards of food sellers, cloth sellers, and meat sellers on both sides of the street. The two stood in front of the meat seller and looked at it hesitantly for a while. The monkey took out a piece of ocean from his bag, which was exactly what he had bought last night. The spoils of war were thrown in front of the butcher.
The middle-aged shopkeeper stared wide-eyed and quickly put it away. He looked around and said, "My uncle, don't be so blatant. How dare you use Dayang now? You have to use military stamps."
"I know, hurry up."
"How much?"
"How to sell today."
"You can buy eight pounds for an ocean..."
"Okay, eight pounds then."
After stuffing two pieces of mutton into Yang's robe, the two turned and left.
The butcher was smiling brightly. If he exchanged an ocean for military coupons, he would have to exchange ten kilograms, so he lost two kilograms in vain.
The two of them continued to wander around. Wherever they went, there were more people than goods, and the bustling scene of the big market was no longer there.
The monkey's eyes were looking around, and his ears were listening attentively. There was a commotion in front of him, and a large circle immediately formed. Several security groups with big guns and a few black dogs were surrounding a shop selling tobacco, wine, sauce and vinegar: " Damn it! If you don’t pay taxes today, I will demolish this shabby shop of yours."
"Boss, we haven't opened today yet. Can you come in the afternoon?" A shirtless middle-aged man wearing a coat, who must be the shopkeeper, bowed his head and smiled, toasting cigarettes and making fire...
"You said the same thing yesterday. Don't tell me that it wasn't open yesterday?"
"It wasn't a market yesterday, so all the bosses came to buy cigarettes. They were all paid by She Zhang. I really didn't receive the money. Everyone, why don't you get a pack of cigarettes to smoke first." The shopkeeper quickly took a pack of cigarettes from the divided counter. Passed it over.
"You know the truth." A leading security team leader took the pack of cigarettes and took another pack: "I'll come back in the afternoon."
Monkey and Big Man Yang squeezed into the crowd watching the excitement, watching every move of the security team in front, finding it interesting.
"What are you looking at? Leave immediately." The security team leader waved proudly to the surroundings.
The people around them didn't care at all, and followed the two people to the next house with silly smiles.
The security captain didn't care and continued walking to the next house.
He had just taken a few steps forward when a young man emerged from the crowd next to him. He broke away from the crowd and rushed from the monkey to the group in front. In his hand was a sharply polished butcher's knife that was wide at the front and narrow at the back. He stabbed the security captain in from the back.
The scene suddenly became chaotic: "Killing..."
The security captain fell to the ground, and the people around him were immediately shocked. The black dog next to him hurriedly took off the gun from his back and pulled the bolt, but was dragged around by the crowd running around.
Seeing the man who stabbed the security captain took out a handful of leaflets and threw them into the sky, and then ran southward among the crowd. The security guard and the black dog who raised their guns hesitated for a moment, then raised their legs and chased after him.
The escaping people ducked into the east side of the street. The two members of the security group and the two black dogs stood at the entrance of the alley with trembling legs, looking at the running crowd inside. They lost track of the man in gray.
Monkey and Yang were standing behind a few people holding guns.
There were quite a few people watching the fun, and they formed a half circle behind the security team Black Dog.
Monkey held a leaflet in his hand and glanced at the dozen or so crooked words: Eliminate evil and evil and overthrow Japanese imperialism.
He stuffed the paper into his pocket and prepared to use it as toilet paper. It was more comfortable than using a wooden stick.
There were many people with the same idea, and not a single leaflet was seen on the ground.
The black dog and the security team murmured for a while, and then the two black dogs started walking into the alley with guns in hand. One of the security team turned pale with fright and ran north, apparently preparing to move reinforcements.
Two detective teams in black appeared in the middle of two rows of blue-gray bungalows, and fired shots into the air. The men, women, old and young dared to run again, squatted on the ground, and got into the courtyard with open doors on both sides.
The young man who killed someone also got into a yard.
Two men in black rushed in, and not long after, the young man was led out by two black dogs with their hands clasped behind their backs.
It seems that the detective team should have been prepared.
There was a lot of discussion on the street, and the noise gradually returned. The young man was kicked a few times and dragged out of the alley.
"Do you want to help?" Big Yang was not afraid. These men in black had no fighting ability at all.
"Don't cause trouble. Now that you're in someone else's den, have you seen less of this kind of thing?" Monkey became interested.
He noticed a young girl next to her who put her hand in the basket, looking like a student. Something was wrong, and he paid attention to this detail.
The crowd was retreating, but the girl with short-eared hair kept pushing forward.
The girl had pretty features and the monkey smiled evilly, which was interesting.
