Zhang You did not die after all, and his ruthless fate was broken by Tian Sanqi and Chen Chong at the last moment.
My heart was as dead as water, but I was assigned an errand. In the afternoon, I cooperated with the village to distribute food and record the population of the village. Later, I followed the team to the nearby villages to arrange the distribution of food rations...
No one was interested in her body, and she keenly discovered that the person in charge of the team seemed to be the officer surnamed Su. She suddenly seemed to have some hope in her heart...
As for the origin of the team, what does it have to do with her?
As long as you don't starve to death, what else is there to ask for?
I heard that in many places in the south, even people who were buried after death would be dug up, cooked and eaten in the middle of the night. When I think about this, I feel itchy all over...
There are many women who have lost their men in the village. In a team like the security corps, which is half bandit and half soldier, those who are qualified to raise a family must be the commander's cronies.
Those who were singled out during the meeting were all the commander's cronies, and only his cronies deserved to have these pretty good-looking women.
Commander Gou's men were not all stationed in the mountain stronghold and the villages below, but were scattered throughout the surrounding villages.
How to manage and carry out work has become a difficult problem.
In the semi-bandit team, the death of a man is not a big bad thing for the women. No one makes a fuss. Maybe they are used to finding another head of the house when a man dies.
People are being arrested everywhere, and various forces are arresting them in various ways, but everyone knows that the most terrifying thing is the Japanese. They only arrest strong laborers. I heard that they were sent back to the island country for construction, and then no news was heard from them.
Most of the villagers, young and old, rely on the security team to make a living. They are busy working during the farming season and tending sheep and spinning threads in their free time. The older men occasionally carry water for the security team, and the aunts wash and cook for the security team members in exchange for a small amount of food.
With no strong labor force to rely on, they struggled to survive in troubled times, until they gradually lost everything and eventually fell ill, or without affecting their family members, they were posthumously buried with a rope and a thin coffin. The mass grave at the foot of the mountain in the north of the village became their final destination.
Now, these old people who are still alive are terrified. The old men on the mountain race suddenly no longer let them carry water. The new soldiers get up at dawn and become the main force of the security group, carrying water and cutting down trees. Get firewood, cut down trees to build houses, level roads and build bridges, clear wasteland and cultivate fields...
They even filled all the water tanks in the village. The old people were terrified. They were trying to occupy the land. Then weren't they trying to rob our houses?
It occasionally rains in the mountainous area. Is the security commander surnamed Sun trying to cut off our livelihood?
Father Zhao was so heartbroken that he wandered around the village like a zombie. He wanted to take a last look at the village where he had lived for most of his life, and then went to the east village to find Old Man Liu who knew how to read the almanac. He looked at the auspicious day and prepared to find him on the auspicious day. Hang yourself from a crooked neck tree.
The only pity is that the skinny and miserable grandson is only eleven years old and has not had a few full meals. When the time comes, we should take him away together to find his father and mother who were brutally murdered by the Japanese, so as to save him from being alone. Suffer in this world.
The security team trains all day long. They get up before dawn for roll call and then line up for training. They run around the village. After breakfast, half of the people climb up to the mountain village with guns on their backs. Then they come down the back mountain and circle back to the village to stand in line. I heard that there will be more people in the village in the afternoon. Gotta learn to write.
Captain Zhao, who often brought some grain to Father Zhao's house to make a meal, never came to the house again. The grain he brought every time was enough to feed Father Zhao's grandparents and his grandchildren together.
It turned out that several young women who had found support in the headquarters and cooked for the team were detained for a few days and then released for unknown reasons. I heard that the team had set up a cooking class of their own.
The women also had no work to do and were terrified, but the roads out of the village were all guarded and no one was allowed to go out at all.
Father Zhao was a little proud. After all, when he went to the East Village yesterday, the two strange young men let him go.
After dark, several women met in the dilapidated house of Mr. Zhao's house. The women talked a lot: "Why can you go out but won't let us leave?"
"That's right, Old Man Zhao, do you have anything to do with them?"
Father Zhao was speechless.
It wasn't until Zhao's grandson came back with half a bag of millet that the conversation between the people in the room ended.
"Little dog, where did you get this food?" A young woman's eyes sparkled.
"Isn't there a notice posted in the village? Regardless of men, women or children, each person will receive five kilograms of millet after registration!" The child was very proud.
"Can we all get it?" The woman became excited.
"That's what the sister said anyway." The sister Xiao Qiao'er mentioned was naturally Xiao Hongying.
"Go and have a look..." A group of women hurried out the door.
"Why don't you ask where to get it?" another woman asked.
"Do you need to ask? It's either at the headquarters or the granary." A smart woman said worriedly: "I think the people surnamed Sun recruited may be from the Eighth Route Army in the mountains!"
A beautiful woman said: "It's not like that. After these people came, they didn't look at us. Didn't they all share wives?"
Another pretty and good-looking woman said: "You naughty girl, you really wish it was Master Ba who came! You used to be the loudest one in the village!"
"How can you be better? Don't think that you have hooked up with a few good friends. We don't know." The woman countered.
"Bah, those heartless people are dead. They are walking away. I haven't even seen them alive these days. I really don't know how I will live in the next days." The woman did not hesitate at all.
Outside the main gate of the headquarters, muttering women looked at the lively scene: "Isn't that Zhang You? Why is she sharing the food there?"
"It's probably because that bastard hooked up with Commander Sun again." A woman muttered enviously.
"Let's go take a look, Sister Liu, tell me, what's going on?"
"Don't ask me, I don't know. If she can distribute food there, she is probably really attracted by Commander Sun!"
"She is lucky if she has good looks!" Another woman was jealous.
"Blessed? She can't even give birth to a baby. She is so lucky."
Most of their men were dead, so they naturally gathered together. After crying for two days, they had to think about how to survive.
They know better than anyone what the security team is, and they just hope that someone else will get into their dilapidated house.
But several days passed and no one came to them, so they panicked.
They didn't figure out what happened, so they searched everywhere for information. They couldn't get out of the village, and they didn't get much information. The team in the village was training, but no one paid attention to them.
In this smog-poor mountain village, they firstly don't know how to farm, and secondly, they are used to having nothing to do. If they can no longer get food, they have no choice but to hang themselves.
"Liu Tao...five pounds of millet!" Zhang You shouted when he saw the women sneaking along the wall.
When Liu Tao heard his name, he was so frightened that he sat down on the ground. After hearing the second half of the sentence, he shivered and was helped forward by the person next to him.
"Don't you have a bag?" A big young man stared at her angrily.
Tian Sanqi stood next to Zhang You, skillfully packed a bag of rice, hung it on the hook of the weighing pole and weighed it. When he was about to pour it into the bag brought by the person who received the rice, he found that the women who came were all empty-handed.
Several old people queuing up next to them quickly pointed out these previously aloof women: "Sir, when you are placing grain, you must prepare your own grain bags!"
Liu Tao's eyes lit up and she lifted up the hem of her clothes: "Just put it in my pocket!"
Tian Sanqi was stunned with his white belly exposed.
Next to him, Lao Zhou, who was presiding over the grain distribution, had a black line on his head and tugged at the dazed man: "Hurry up and put it in her pocket, so she doesn't have to make another trip!"
The women behind them followed the same example, their white bellies made Tian Sanqi sweat all over his head, more than he would have shed by running a hundred miles overnight!
Women don't care at all. They only have food in their eyes, which is the hope of survival.
This idiot who weighs grain has a good figure, tall and strong, a little too dark, and is a good plower!
Tian Sanqi received countless flirtatious glances and her mouth was dry. The villagers were really enthusiastic...
