Hu Tuanjie had become famous for solving cases, but not much news had reached his high school.
He had instructed his classmates in the village not to spread the news, so it was difficult for the students from other villages to know that such a famous person had appeared. He was still a stutterer who could not say a few words. He did not have much status among his classmates and was relatively low-key. He did not have many good classmates.
This was all thanks to the old commander, Old Man Zheng. Many people in the village thought that the restaurant and Ba Courtyard belonged to Old Man Zheng. They only asked Xiao Ba to show up on the surface.
Moreover, he was not in charge of the Eight Immortals Society or Liu Zhuang Restaurant that he had fooled. They were also in the early stages of investment. There were no hidden profits, which further confirmed this statement.
After skipping a grade in middle school, in order to speed up his studies and take the high school entrance exam, he rarely appeared in the Civilization Collection. It seemed that many of the legends and mysteries in the past had slowly faded.
The more knowledgeable the students were, the more they believed in this legend. In addition to their various pretentious thoughts, they had treated them to a meal at Liu Zhuang Restaurant before school. With Hu Shengli's exhortation, his situation had not been leaked at all after school. He usually kept a certain distance from the other students in the village. On the surface, he did not look close or warm.
The 10 students who got in together had no feelings for this little stutterer who kept skipping grades. They did not think too highly of him. Some even attributed his good grades to the old lady who rang the bell. The little stutterer could live a normal high school life very freely.
This made Deputy County Hu and the labor contractor feel bad. The deputy county had a good foundation in high school, while the labor contractor barely managed to get into junior high. Both of them had a great yearning for the youthful and passionate high school, and there were all kinds of plans.
Most of the time, it was a quiet and leisurely learning process. It was not high-profile, not ostentatious, meaningful, and very leisurely.
Considering the knowledge of high school students and the sensitive current affairs and politics, Ba Wu no longer dared to bring the documents from Yi City to the school to read. Therefore, he could only focus on the main content of his research on Saturday and Sunday.
On this day, after two classes in school, the students were organized to exercise their hands and feet.
Hu Tuanjie, who was in the middle of a physical education class with his classmates and had knocked over one student after another during the abduction exercise, saw a winged cavalry warrior coming to pick him up and a restaurant chef riding a bicycle to convey the old commander's order and immediately went home.
Seeing that class was about to end and lunch was about to start, and it would only take more than an hour to get back and forth, he greeted the students next to him and got on the bicycle. In just 20 minutes, he arrived at Liu Zhuang's house. The Commune High School on Ba Li Road wasn't far.
The old chief was drinking tea in the courtyard, and the one who was playing chess was a wild child. He was an extremely handsome wild youth. He was wearing a pair of tire slippers, and there was a sheepskin belt around his waist that was neither white nor black. The leather jacket that exposed his arms turned out to be handmade sheepskin with fine needles and thread. There was a black leather bag next to his legs that was also made of sheepskin. The handle was polished and bright. He looked to be about fifteen or sixteen years old, and his eyes were wide open. His eyes were full of vigor, revealing his desire and anxiety...
Hu Tuanjie took a step forward and reached out his hand. Fang I am Hu, Tuan, Jie...
As she spoke, Mrs. Rong served a cup of hot tea and said," You guys chat. I'll cook early. You still have to go to school after dinner!"
Big Sister-in-law is so nice. Ever since she married her older brother, Aunt Rong had insisted that they call her sister-in-law.
The old general gave up his seat. You can play with the little guy. I'll introduce you to him as we play.
The two teenagers did not stand on ceremony and played the game. Black and white confronted each other, but the battle was not intense. Everyone's mind was on the old leader's introduction.
He was pretending to show off or deliberately teasing the two little guys 'older brother. He was leisurely like those old men in their seventies or eighties telling stories. He said one sentence after another for half a day. He really wanted to go up and slap his white beard. You're so idle, I'm in a hurry. If you have something to say, say it.
The old commander's words were actually flying to the days of the war decades ago!
It was said that there was a mountain in Yimeng, a Tiger Valley deep in the mountains. There were bandits on Tiger Mountain who built a very large and tall bunker. It was very famous at that time because this bandit nest was built by a few teachers!
Then why did the teacher become a bandit? Or was it because of the Japanese?
It was said that there was a teacher who had wandered from the three northeastern provinces and sang," My home is on the Songhua River, where is the forest and coal mine?" When he returned to his hometown, he couldn't find his relatives. He also heard that the Japanese followed him to the mountain province. This teacher threw away his teaching bag and had a clear goal: to fight the Japanese.
The teacher was eloquent and had a deep understanding of how the Japanese killed and plundered. He had seen countless women, children, and strong men who had died under their guns. At a refugee camp on a ferry by the Yi River, he loudly announced that the people should unite and fight the Japanese together. We would no longer be half-hearted and run around like rats. We would hide from here to there. No matter how fast you were, you would not be able to dodge their planes. No matter how fast you were, you would not be able to outrun their small steel cannons. It would be better to shed our blood than to hide here and there.
This teacher had made a name for himself by pulling a team, but these people were really not made for war. They would basically collapse in one battle. After two battles, only a few dozen people were left? It seems that we need to find talents to beat ghosts
He heard that there was a man called Wild Horse by the Yi River. He was a martial arts expert and had the Divine Condor Bow and Arrow. His name was famous on both sides of the river. The teacher broke into Wild Horse's house alone and told him that he was going to fight Japanese ghosts with him today.
Wild Horse asked,"Really?"
The teacher said," I wandered from the three northeastern provinces to the mountain province. Look at how we are all slaves of a subjugated country. Our lives are in the hands of others. He doesn't want us to live a good life. We have to continue like this. Just like the sheep in the mountains, we will still be bullied. So I thought it through. I don't want to be a teacher. I want to be a wolf. I want to bite Japan to death."
The staunch Wild Horse was inspired by his teacher's words. He threw down his steamed bun and followed his teacher up the mountain, forming a bandit team in Tiger Ridge.
There were not many people, but they had made a lot of achievements in the past few years, which made the Japanese gnash their teeth in hatred. The old leader was familiar with these situations and was familiar with their arrival and situation. Therefore, when the young man from Tiger Ridge appeared, he only asked for a few places and asked a few legendary backbone figures who had died in the battle with the Japanese. The young man from Tiger Ridge blurted out everything and even explained in detail the process and some insider information that he did not understand. He could confirm that this was really the descendant of a man who resisted the Japanese. Not only did she love him!
The War of Resistance against Japan lasted eight years, brother! I don't have time to listen, you say you want some! The stutterer Hu Tuanjie called him big brother with exceptional fluency and wrote a line of words. It could be seen that the more anxious he was, the smoother he spoke. He could even say two words. This was a new situation. Elder Zheng nodded repeatedly!
Hu Tuanjie, who was in the middle of a conversation, quickly went to the pot house to get some water and added some water for his brother, indicating that he should hurry up and say it. It's too late. It's sister-in-law's. Rice. Okay.
Alright, alright, alright, I'll say it quickly! Old Man Zheng laughed as he stood up and said,"
This young man was the seed of Wild Horse or that teacher. He was originally here to seek refuge with Tong Ha's family. Before the Liberation, his family had opened a sheep soup pot in the market. His grandfather had contact with Tiger Ridge and left a detailed address. He knew that we were a big village. The grandmother of this tiger young man wanted to ask the child to seek refuge in our big village and study!
I can't be without culture. Do as you see fit. I'm done talking. Then, I went into the pot house and accompanied Madam to prepare lunch.
Hu Tuanjie was in awe. He became serious. A young man with lamb skin came from Tiger Hill. Let's go. Let's eat to fill our stomachs.
We're going to drink a bottle of wine at noon. I admire people who fight the Japanese the most. While eating, we're gesturing. Li Xiangyang, the railway guerrillas, they're dancing with joy.
The young man from Tiger Ridge told everyone very seriously that he would not eat plain rice, he would work, he would catch rabbits, he would hunt, he would hunt birds, he would use stones and mud eggs...
Under the encouragement of the old commander, everyone came to the courtyard after dinner to watch how the tiger youth used the mud egg to hit the birds. They saw the tiger youth grab a handful of mud balls the size of peanuts from the black bag made of lamb skin. There must be something hidden in the mud. The weight and hardness of the mud egg were not ordinary. Xiao Ba took one and could not break it no matter how hard he pinched it.
The Tiger Ridge youth stood still in the middle of the courtyard, his eyes scanning the surrounding trees. There were really sparrows and butterflies playing on the rows of fruit trees. The Tiger Ridge youth held his voice and calmed his ears. He moved his hands slightly and quickly turned around. Shua, shua, shua. A handful of mud eggs flew out from his hands...
Pu Long, Pu Long, Pu Long. A few sparrows that were playing on the tree fell down. Two butterflies fell down. The little sparrows didn't understand even if they died. This God's Egg was completely defenseless!
The first to applaud was naturally the commander, and the one who cheered was also the commander.
During this period of time, Ba Hu Wu had used the old nun's secret martial arts to observe the tiger youth.
This person is a great talent, he must stay! Why was he gesturing at the old man?
The old leader said,"Master Ba Wu said that he welcomes you to stay and join our Ba Courtyard." His broad and kind palm caressed the young man's head.
When the young man from Tiger Ridge heard this, his eyes lit up. He tidied the lamb skin around his waist and knelt down in front of Hu Tuan Jie. Tuan Jie quickly dragged him with both hands. How could this be done?!
But how could he drag it? It felt like he wasn't holding a young man, but a man with steel and copper bones. The man still didn't move at all. It seemed that this young man didn't just have the skill of throwing stones and hitting mud balls.
The youth used the pure Yimeng dialect. My grandmother said that if I kneel and kowtow to you, I will follow you for the rest of my life. You have to take care of me for the rest of my life.
Thump! Thump! Dong, a few knocks!
Hu Tuanjie's eyes reddened as he gritted his teeth. If brothers say that we'll be happy forever, then we'll be happy forever.
She turned around and returned to her room, taking out some of her own clothes. This young man's figure was about the same as hers. The astute sister-in-law Rong had already brought a bucket of cold water and poured a pot of boiling water. She said to quickly wash up and boil another bucket. In this weather, those who wore sheepskin would have a rash. She wanted to take a look and find a pair of shoes.
Very soon, a handsome and refreshing young man appeared at the Ba Courtyard. He greeted the old general and brought the refreshing young man to the school. As they walked, they listened to the young man tell stories. He wanted to bring the young man to see their high school life. Anyway, there were still a few empty beds in the dormitory, so they could be intimate for a few days.
That night, Fan Geyou and his buddies from the Bawu Literature Club were sitting in the big dormitory, eating sunflower seeds that were specially bought by Liwen Lianyou at the market to entertain the Tiger Ridge youth. They listened to an extremely exciting night's story. It was too exciting.
It turned out that this tiger youth's grandmother had become the bandit's wife in the mountains when she was 15 years old. She gave birth to her son, Little Ma Er. During the war, she had placed this child in the care of a fellow villager. They followed the team and charged forward.
There was no news for many years until ten years later, when the war dissipated and the bandit who had escaped death came looking for him.
Because the bandits did not eat the grass near their nests, they fought the Japanese devils, and they helped the villagers do some good things, the villagers still treated the bandits warmly. However, due to the situation and situation back then, they did not dare to report to the village team or to the outside world. They stayed in a desolate hill, in a lonely man's house overlooking the forest, and made do with it. When the child grew up to seventeen or eighteen years old, the old lady made the decision to find a wife for him and gave birth to a tiger boy.
Perhaps he was a bandit, but he was a person who didn't like to work and didn't know his place. Due to this factor, the tiger boy's father had followed a group of gold diggers out of the mountains when he was a few years old. He had been gone for more than ten years and hadn't returned. This boy had been learning all kinds of knowledge from his grandmother since he was young.
Her mother was an honest village woman. She didn't care about anything other than cooking.
As for the granny who was once a bandit's wife, she had a book in her cloth bag that the teacher had written in the bandit's den during the Anti-Japanese War. It was a record of the acrobatics of the bandit's castle. It recorded a variety of techniques, such as how to use stones to shoot birds, how to use tiles to shoot rabbits, and how to kill sheep with flying knives. The granny had chosen to teach her grandson to practice and learn by himself. Anyway, the family was alone on the same hill and had too much time and leisure.
The wild rabbits that were hunted every ten days or half a month were brought to the town at the foot of the mountain to be exchanged for money, rice, oil, grain, and tea. There were also those who liked to eat wild animals in the town who would occasionally bring some things to exchange. Their small lives were actually quite good, except that they did not see anyone. Wild beasts were friends, birds were companions, and they slowly grew up. The old lady also knew many of the huge changes at the foot of the mountain. She knew that it was impossible for children not to study, but she did not dare to show her face and spread it in their place. After all, the bandits had done good and bad things.
The young man's storytelling was exciting, and he was dancing with joy. Soon, he became friends with Student Ba's literary club. He was so happy. He had no friends at all, but he suddenly made so many high school friends, and they were all cultured big shots.
The young man stayed there for more than a week. During this week, the most valuable gift that the Tiger Valley young man received was a poem written by Brother Lian You of the country estate. The title of the poem was " Mother's Love Bandit Old Lady." He had already memorized this poem.
I seem to see a gunfight movie where the hero is fierce and the heroine is brave and has love
In a wild mountain forest, a narrow river, fighting against the Japanese and serving the country, spilling blood, gunpowder, blood, death, casualties
Then there was a story about the hatred that hadn't disappeared. Now, the river crossing forest had become a big city. There were rich people, poor people, and women who sold noodles. Slowly, the indifference was gone.
I also have a long memory of the time I remember, although I am now holding a glass of wine, it is the end of its satisfaction
Those who deserve to be hurt, those who shouldn't be hurt, those who deserve to die deserve to die, those who don't deserve to die, those who deserve to die, those who need to have a
Brother Lianyou said that this poem still needs to be carefully polished and that I will change it in the future. Liwen also said that he would write essays for you in the future, and Hideyoshi said that he would write a biography for you in the future. In short, this young man who came down from the mountains has opened up a new path in his life.
He accepted the very advanced high school thinking and was extremely fashionable and excited. Although he didn't understand many of these words, I would understand them in the future. Anyway, he had memorized the entire poem and often shook his head to recite it to Brother Ba.
When he returned home on Sunday, Ba Wu had a meeting with the entire team to introduce his new friends and assign important tasks. This important task was to form a tutoring group with Shuiqin as the team leader, Si Sheng as the deputy team leader, and the little secret agent, Little Hu Jiang. They would start teaching the tiger boy in Ba Courtyard from the first grade.
Didn't he brag that he knew everything? Let's just let him learn. Your big task is to get him to the fifth grade as soon as possible. This is hard for everyone, but there's no way to bite the bullet and accept it. You have to listen to Third Brother, and even more so to the Division Chief.
Growing up in the Tiger Ridge, the tiger boy who drank the mountain breeze and ate wild fruits every day was really powerful. The young teachers quickly discovered that his ability to accept and learn was very high. Only then did these young teachers have the energy and enthusiasm to perform on the stage. Soon, they reached the level of the fifth grade.
But he didn't know how to write an essay. It seemed that he had to practice this skill slowly. He had to hand it over to Tong Ha, who he had defected to. Who asked his grandfather to leave an address for him? Don't you know how to write? This mission is yours.
From then on, when the primary one students had free time, the teachers would pull the students to their favorite places to study and tutor them. They would go to the economic forest, the orchard, and the Eight Immortals Garden. This was because every time this tiger student would use stones to kill a lot of wild birds and rabbits to reward the teachers for teaching that day. Wasn't this teacher very proactive?
Then, he would continue to use the back door to send the Tiger Ridge youngster to study.
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