Gao Kuirong pretended not to understand, laughed and invited Xie Tian to go to the fence. He did not want to bring Xie Baoqing into the house with unknown intentions. There were many people on the fence, so he was not afraid of Xie Baoqing doing something fishy.
Xie Tianyixiao and Gao Kuirong walked up to the fence side by side, stood on the top of the high wall, looked around, and said with a smile: "No wonder it is said that Brother Kuirong likes to stay on the fence. It is really a beautiful scenery here. Brother Kuirong, here All the fertile fields you can see should belong to you, right?"
Gao Kuirong smiled and held up his hands: "Brother Baoqing is laughing at me. Let's sit in the gatehouse. It's warm inside."
Walking into the gate building, Xie Tian smiled and said, "Brother Kuirong really knows how to enjoy it."
Gao Kuirong made an invitation gesture and invited Xie Tian to sit on the couch. When he saw two cronies, Zhuang Ke, following him with guns on their backs and standing at the door, he breathed a sigh of relief and ordered the girl: "Tell the second mistress to fry two hard vegetables and bring them over." .”
Xie Tian laughed and raised the roast chicken and wine bottle in his hand: "What other dishes are there for cooking? I've brought them all."
As he spoke, Xie Tian unceremoniously sat down at the end of the couch, stretched out his hand to pull aside the teapot and melon seeds on the table, put the wine bottle and roasted chicken on the table, sat down on it with his legs crossed, and grabbed the The telescope looked around, not treating him as an outsider at all.
Gao Kuirong smiled and sat down opposite Xie Tian, waved his hand at the girl, and said with a smile: "I can't just eat your food, I should add some hard food."
The girl glanced secretly at her mouth and opened the door and left.
Also add two hard vegetables. The hard food in your mouth is just fried eggs, meat slices and stewed tofu. Last time the second young master accompanied the captain of the imperial army to your home as a guest, you specially ordered a chicken to be killed and cut into small pieces. pieces, and only half of it was served on the table.
Xie Tian put the telescope aside as if he had arrived home, poured out the remaining tea in the tea cup, bit open the cap of the wine bottle, and poured wine for himself and Gao Kuirong. Gao Kuirong looked at Xie Tian with a smile and asked, "Brother Bao Qing, it's time for you to say something. Well, what do you want from me?"
Xie Tian smiled and picked up the wine glass and clinked it with the wine glass in front of Gao Kuirong: "It must be a good thing, let's talk while eating."
As he spoke, Xie Tianzi drank half of the teacup in one gulp, stretched out his hand to hold down the roasted chicken on the table, tore off a chicken drumstick and handed it to Gao Kuirong.
Gao Kuirong reluctantly took it, but secretly swallowed.
I haven’t eaten Bazhen Roast Chicken from Xiangmanlou for a long time. The last time I ate it was when my eldest son came back and bought it from Xiangmanlou specifically to honor him. I bought ten of them at once. This is a waste of money.
Gao Kuirong took a bite of the roasted chicken first, chewed it slowly and swallowed it, then picked up the wine glass and took a sip with Xie Tian, for fear that drinking first would dilute the aroma of the roasted chicken.
Xie Tian watched Gao Kuirong take a sip of wine and said unhappily: "Brother Kuirong, why do you look down on me? Come on, do it. I'll accompany you. Do it first as a respect."
As he spoke, Xie Tian picked up the wine glass, clinked it with Gao Kuirong, and drank the remaining half of the glass in one gulp.
Gao Kuirong's mouth twitched in distress. Although he didn't buy the wine, drinking like this is really a waste of food. The wine must be tasted slowly to maximize the happiness brought by drinking.
Gao Kuirong smiled bitterly as he watched Xie Tian show the bottom of his glass to him, and said, "Brother Baoqing, I really can't drink in a hurry. In this way, you drink yours, and I will accompany you."
Xie Tian chuckled: "Brother Kuirong can't drink quickly, and brothers can't force it. You drink slowly, and we two eat and chat at the same time."
As he spoke, he thanked God and filled himself up with another glass. He threw the empty wine bottle aside, bit open another bottle and put it on the table. He reached out and tore off the other chicken leg and took a bite. Get down half a chicken drumstick.
When Gao Kuirong saw this, he hurriedly took a big bite of the chicken leg, risking his life. Today, he was ruined. He couldn't let Xie Baoqing eat all the roasted chicken. Even though he brought it, that wouldn't work.
Looking at Gao Kuirong's food, he thanked Tian and took another sip from the wine glass, and said: "Brother Kuirong, the world is not peaceful now. There are Japs, the Eighth Route Army, the Jinsui Army, and the security team on the edge of Dagu Town. , guerrillas, there are several hills where La Tuanzi works alone. There are wars everywhere and people are dying every day. It is not easy for ordinary people to live a peaceful life. Brother Kuirong must have experienced this deeply over the years, right? "
Gao Kuirong didn't know what Xie Tian wanted to say, so he laughed dryly: "Who says it's not the case? In these troubled times, let's just mess around."
Xie Tian picked up the wine bottle and gave Gao Kuirong some more wine. He held the bottle and said, "Before the Japanese come, no matter how we fight or make trouble, that's our own business. But those officials have different ideas and we have to separate them." Big or small, to say the least, it's just brothers fighting against each other, and it won't harm the common people too much. The common people have a harder time, but they can survive anyway. But the devils are different. They are not from the same clan as us, and they don't want to take advantage of us at all. Let’s look at it in person. Let’s not talk about the Nanjing Massacre that killed more than 300,000 people. Let’s just say that the Japanese invaded Zhaojiayu in front of us. Hundreds of villagers, men, women, old and children were killed by them. It is conceivable that if they were allowed to occupy China, We Chinese may live worse than pigs and dogs in the future."
Gao Kuirong slapped the table and said with twitching muscles on his face: "My father-in-law belongs to Zhaojiayu. A family of seven couldn't find even a single bone. My family cried like hell after getting the letter. It cost me just to ask the doctor to get medicine." Eight oceans.”
I don’t know whether Gao Kuirong is so sad and angry because the Japanese Japs killed hundreds of Zhaojiayu villagers, or because he feels sorry for the eight oceans he spent in, or both.
Xie Tian looked at Gao Kuirong and said, "Brother Kuirong, I have figured it out. If we don't beat the little devil away, we will definitely not have a good life in the future."
Gao Kuirong looked at Xie Tian and said warily: "What do you want me to do?"
Xie Tian looked at Gao Kuirong and smiled: "The war is naturally done by rough guys like us. Brother Kuirong, I plan to pull up a team to fight against the Japanese under the banner. I came to you today for no other reason." Yes, I just want to raise some food from you."
As he spoke, Xie Tian leaned over and took out two gold bars from his arms, placed them on the table, and said, "I don't want you for nothing. I'll treat these two bars as an agreement with you first. When my brother has enough money, I can use the rest." How about I make it up for you again?"
Gao Kuirong's face turned dark when he heard Xie Tian talk about raising food, but his eyes lit up again when he saw two small yellow croakers. He finally turned his eyes away from the small yellow croakers and turned to Xie Tian's face, and said with a dry smile: "Brother Baoqing , I really want to accept you little yellow croaker, but I really don’t have any food in my hands now. The day before yesterday, the day before yesterday, two trucks came from the Zhangzhuang stronghold and dozens of Japanese soldiers came to ask for food and took them away. Two whole trucks of wheat were thrown at me, and they threw a handful of military stamps at me. Today they are money, but tomorrow they may be paper. I have been so worried that my cheeks have been swollen for the past two days. I really have no food, Brother Baoqing, How about you think of another way?"
Xie Tian looked at Gao Kuirong and sneered at the corner of his mouth: "Brother Kuirong, if the Japanese ask you for food, you can get it. If my brothers ask you to raise food, you can resist them. Do you know that you are siding with the enemy?"
Gao Kuirong snorted and sneered: "Don't put too much blame on me. Who knows which of you will win. It's too early to say who is the enemy and who is the friend in the end."
Xie Tian picked up the small yellow croaker on the table and looked at Gao Kuirong and said, "It seems that Brother Kuirong doesn't like my two pieces of paper anymore."
Gao Kuirong chuckled: "Brother Baoqing, if you have nothing else to do, please come back. I'll treat you to a drink next time I have a chance."
Xie Tian laughed and put away the two small yellow croakers, then smiled at Gao Kuirong and said: "Brother Kuirong doesn't care about the small yellow croakers. I also have a treasure here. I think brother Kuirong will like them."
As he spoke, Xie Tian picked up the tea cup and took a sip of wine, then reached out to grab the roast chicken on the table.
Gao Kuirong was a little curious about another thing Xie Tian said, but on the surface he pretended to be indifferent.
Apart from gold bars, nothing is more valuable than food these days. People have to eat food. Last year, there was a severe drought in Henan. It is said that millions of people starved to death. The price of food has increased several times compared with previous years. A bucket of millet can In exchange for a yellow croaker, two small yellow croakers can buy food in the market, but they can't buy much, so just now Gao Kuirong didn't even ask how much food Xie Tian planned to raise from himself.
With the food in hand, he doesn't have to worry about selling it. Gao Kuirong plans to hold on to the food he has saved for a while. The snow last night was good. Now that it's cold, the price of frozen food will definitely rise. He plans to take advantage of the disaster this winter. If you exchange grain for dozens of acres of land, you will naturally look down on the two small yellow croakers that Xie Tian brought out.
Gao Kuirong squinted at Xie Tian, not only expecting Xie Baoqing to quickly come up with a treasure that he would definitely like, but also eager for Xie Baoqing to leave quickly. Anyway, he had already spoken out the order to expel guests. If Xie Baoqing didn't know what to do, it's no wonder he kicked people out.
As a result, the next second Gao Kuirong jumped up from the warm bed with a strange scream, hurriedly waving to Xie Tian: "Brother Baoqing, brother Baoqing, don't be impulsive, put that thing away, let's It’s easy to discuss if you have anything to say.”
Xie Tian chuckled and pulled off the tab of the sweet potato grenade he took out from the belly of the roasted chicken. He smiled at Gao Kuirong and said, "It seems that Brother Kuirong knows this baby. It's a Japanese product. It's a good thing. It's said to be quite powerful." Big. Brother Kuirong, don’t back away from the door. If you step back one step further, I will give this treasure to you."
Gao Kuirong was so frightened that he hurriedly stopped and waved his hands in panic: "Don't throw it, don't throw it. I'll just stand here and don't move."
The two dealers at the door were already frightened when they saw Xie Tian pulling out the grenade from the belly of the roasted chicken. The two of them raised their guns and pointed at Xie Tian, but their calves kept turning back, wanting to turn around and throw away their legs. Just run.
Zhuangke only got a monthly salary from Gao Kuirong to look after his home and nursing home. The money Gao Kuirong gave him didn't mean he had to sacrifice his life for him.
Xie Tian smiled and gestured with a grenade for Gao Kuirong to sit back down. Gao Kuirong approached cautiously and sat half-assed on the edge of the kang, almost crying: "Brother Baoqing, put that thing away first, we have something to discuss. "
Xie Tian looked at Gao Kuirong and said with a smile: "Can I borrow food?"
Gao Kuirong nodded repeatedly: "I can borrow it, I can borrow it."
Xie Tian smiled: "Then let's borrow a hundred stones first, and I will give you an IOU."
Gao Kuirong trembled all over, and waved his hands to Xie Tian with a pale face: "Master Xie, don't be kidding me. Even if I clean the bottom of the warehouse, I still can't get a hundred shi of food. If you really force me, I want a hundred." Shi Liangliang, you might as well blow up that grenade and let us die together."
In this era, grain was measured by capacity. The units of capacity were he, liter, dou, and dendrobium. One dendrobium was equal to five dou, one dou was equal to ten liters, and one liter was equal to ten hehe. Stone is a unit of weight, because two husks of grain are approximately equivalent to one stone, so grain units are also measured in stones. And because one stone of grain is exactly the weight that an adult man can carry, people are accustomed to call one stone a load.
A load of grain weighs about 100 to 120 kilograms. Xie Tian is like a lion. He wants to borrow 10,000 kilograms of grain from Gao Kuirong. Isn't this going to cost Gao Kuirong his life? He would rather be blown up by Xie Tian than do it. Come up with this hundred stones of food.
But to be honest, ten thousand kilograms of grain is really not much for a team. If Xie Tian had a hundred or ten people, ten thousand kilograms of grain would not be enough for a few months, not to mention that Xie Tian would also open a porridge shed for relief. For refugees, 10,000 kilograms of food might not be enough for a month's expenses.
"Then how much can you borrow?" Xie Tian asked, staring at Gao Kuirong.
Gao Kuirong gritted his teeth and thought for a long time before pointing out five fingers to Xie Tian: "Five loads."
Xie Tian looked up to the sky and laughed: "Five dans, brother Kuirong, if I want to borrow five dans of grain, do I still have to come to you? Forget it, you should keep these five dans of grain for the funeral banquet."
"Brother Baoqing, I really don't have that much food in the warehouse." Gao Kuirong said with his feet and chest beat. He was afraid of death and felt sorry for the food. Now it was time to see how far he could bargain with Xie Tian.
However, it cannot exceed ten loads at most, otherwise I would rather not live.
