There was an old lady in the north of Ah Hui's house. She was Mrs. Zhao. She was in her forties, of medium build, and had white hair. She was the third daughter-in-law of Mr. Zhang Chaolin, the first family in the north of the eastern end of the village. Ah Hui called her Third Aunt. She was a small woman with four sons and three daughters. She was willing to endure hardships and was capable. Although she was a widow, her life was not bad. In 1938, after the armed rebellion in eastern Hebei, his eldest son Zhang Fengge and second son Zhang Fengtai joined Chen Yuhuan's team one after another. The people who were close to the village said," Your children have just grown up. Why are you still letting them go out? Staying at home is also good for supporting the family." Third Aunt said,"The Japanese have invaded. The country's door can't hold on. What door can our family hold on to?" Let them go and defend the country first! I'll still be the one guarding the door at home."
One day, the Japanese soldiers surrounded the village before dawn. Everyone in the village, men, women, old and young, were surrounded in Zhang Fenglong's yard. Japanese soldiers with loaded guns stood around the yard. The villagers were surrounded in the middle, standing densely together, feeling uneasy.
A Japanese officer stood in the middle, with a translator beside him. Two soldiers with long swords stood on either side. The officer said,"Who are the family members of the Eighth Route?”
After saying that, the Japanese officer turned around and scanned everyone's faces. No one said anything. The yard was very quiet. After a while, the Japanese officer said,"Who is? Who is the eighth road?"”。
Still, no one made a sound. At this moment, the face of an honest old man appeared in his eyes. His face was slightly plump and whiter than the average person's. He was a rich man in the village, Ah Mao. The Japanese soldier pulled him out of the group and asked sternly,""Who do you think is the family member of the Eighth Bureau? Which family had an eight-way road? If you don't say it, there are people who are dead." The officer held the shiny saber in his hand, and Ah Mao's legs went soft. He thought to himself,'This Japanese is not accurate. He said he would chop it off, but in an instant, this head that has grown for decades fell off.' Not to mention the ones in the distance, Liu Zhuang had killed more than 60 of them recently. It turned out that when the new river was being excavated, the Japanese had built a water gate in Beiliuzhuang and sent troops to guard it. However, the garrison on the water gate not only guarded the water gate, but also captured all those who resisted the Japanese or were dissatisfied with "Common Prosperity". Those who were captured rarely returned alive. In one sweep, the Japanese army captured more than 60 anti-Japanese suspects and locked them up first. The next morning, they were brought to a big pit by the river. The Japanese executioner with a painted face drank first, then chopped off more than 60 heads one by one with a big knife in his hand. Among them, Hao Zhenqing of Hugezhuang was not beheaded. His head and neck were still connected by a piece of skin. This tragic image flashed through Ah Mao's mind. Ah Mao's face was pale and his legs were trembling. "Third Aunt, come out!”Ah Mao didn't dare to lift it up and said shakily.
The Japanese officer widened his eyes and looked at the crowd. He saw a middle-aged woman with her head raised and a stern face. She pushed through the crowd and walked into the yard. The person who pulled her out by the arm was her youngest son, Zhang Fengwang, a thirteen or fourteen-year-old child.
The Japanese were on alert, and the atmosphere in the yard was very tense. The Japanese man walked up to Third Aunt with a sinister smile and said,"You don't have to be afraid. Did your son go to the eighth road?”
Auntie still looked up and didn't say anything.
"Hurry up and tell me, where did your son go?”The Japanese army waved their swords.
Third Aunt remained silent. He only glanced at the Japanese officer and thought to himself, My son went to beat you up. I just won't say it.
The Japanese officer panicked when he saw that he couldn't take it lying down. She grabbed her youngest son, Zhang Fengwang, and pushed him to the side. She said fiercely,"You old woman, are you going to tell me?" If you don't say it, there are people who are dead." He placed the knife on her neck, and blood was already flowing out.
Everyone in the courtyard was stunned and at a loss. At this moment, a person walked out of the crowd calmly. He was in his fifties, tall and straight. His face was pale, and his eyes were as bright as an eagle's under his forehead, reflecting his calmness and wisdom. Wearing a pure black Lu Xun style coat, he looked solemn and dignified. The Japanese officer looked at the old man walking out and was a little surprised. He thought to himself that this old man had a dignified appearance and was definitely not an ordinary person. The old man walked up to the Japanese officer, took out an ID from his pocket, and handed it over. The ghost took the document and saw that it was printed: Xia Zongxian was the president of the Baiquan Chamber of Commerce in Hei Long Jiang. "Ah, northeast? We're too familiar with it, we've even been stationed in Baiquan City before.”The Japanese officer thought to himself, and his nervous expression relaxed a little.
It turned out that Shopkeeper Xian was doing business in the northeast and would return home for some time every winter. In the past two years, the Japanese had intensified their efforts to sweep through the pass and create a no man's land. He was very worried and had to return home. Coincidentally, when he came back last year, the next day, he caught up with the Japanese besieging the village. Seven or eight Japanese soldiers were searching for the Eighth Route Army at Zhang Fengchi's house in the east courtyard. He found a lot of cotton threads that his daughters-in-law had woven. The Japanese soldiers thought that cotton was the raw material for making gunpowder, and the cotton thread must be used to make gunpowder for the Eighth Route Army. He took Zhang Fengchi's mother, a white-haired, thin old lady, to the street and wanted to behead her. Shopkeeper Xian knew about it and ran to the street in a hurry. He walked up to the Japanese soldier with a gentle expression and said in Japanese,"Taijun, you're wrong. This thread isn't used to make gunpowder. It's used to weave clothes.”He even pulled out a person from the village and grabbed his clothes to show the Japanese." The people here all wear this kind of home-made cloth. It's all woven with this kind of thread." The Japanese believed him. Zhang Fengchi's mother survived.
This year, when I returned home, I was surrounded by the Japanese. Coincidentally, Zhang Fengchi's mother, who was arrested last year, was his neighbor in the east courtyard. Zhang Fengxing's mother, who was arrested this year, was Zhang Fengchi's neighbor in the east courtyard. The three families were connected, so they couldn't ignore it. He had been dealing with the Japanese for a long time and had gained some experience. In terms of logic, the Japanese invasion of China was a barbaric invasion. However, when it came to specific matters, they could often muddle through. However, Zhang Fengchi's mother last year…Thread was used to weave cloth. He said it righteously. Zhang Fengxing's mother this year. Zhang Fengge and Zhang Fengtai had gone to the eighth path. What should he do? He might lose his head too. At this moment, he saw the Japanese officer's blade flashing. He saw Third Aunt looking up and glaring at him. He thought to himself,'If a woman is like this, I'll do whatever I want. At most, I'll die. It's worth it to die with the villagers.' Thus, he calmed himself down, touched the name card in his pocket, and walked out of the crowd calmly.
"Taijun, I've been working in the east of the country for most of my life. This is my hometown. This sister-in-law was a good person. Her son was indeed not at home. Think about it, there have been many bandits here in recent years. Can young people stay at home? They had to go out and make a living. Let me tell you the truth. His son didn't go to the eighth route, but went to the northeast. Work under me. I just came back from Beiman yesterday and haven't had the chance to tell sister-in-law yet. The old lady did not know. I guarantee that it's not the 8th route." Shopkeeper Xian said in Japanese.
In a foreign country, she heard the old man of China speak in Japanese. The Japanese officer felt that it was friendly and reasonable. Thus, the anger on his face gradually disappeared. At this moment, Shopkeeper Xian took out a handful of money from his pocket. There were twenty to thirty yuan in total. He said,""Buy some cigarettes and wine for the brothers.”He handed it to the Japanese officer, who took it. He said,"Alright then, I believe you."”He waved his military saber and cleared the way. The Japanese soldiers left Xia Manor. The critical moment was resolved just like that.
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