On the rest of the way to Balitou, the old man drove the car while smoking a cigarette while telling Qian Xiaobao how to take a step back and endure the boundless principles of life.

Every time the old man said something, he turned around and asked Qian Xiaobao: "Big nephew, are you talking about what I just said right?"

Qian Xiaobao held back the old man's nagging and the saliva that squirted on his face and nodded incessantly: "Uncle, you're right!"

During the conversation, Qian Xiaobao also learned about the old man's background. He knew that he was in his fifties and had not yet started a family, and he was a veritable errand.

This kind of thing is very common in Northeast China. Among the people who go through Guandong, ten men and one woman. Many people can’t find a wife when they are bachelors all their lives.

This also gave birth to the business of selling humans to the Northeast.

So everyone knows who has a daughter in a village.

The old man praised Qian Xiaobao for his first move to come to propose marriage for the sake of forcing him. He didn't say anything about this matter.

"It'll be here so soon." The old man pointed at the front with a whip rod.

Seven short thatched houses stand under the shade of a few large willow trees in front.

Qian Xiaobao jumped out of the donkey cart and walked forward with great strides. The old man drove the donkey cart and followed behind.

At the entrance of the village, there was a big yellow dog like a sentinel. It recognized Qian Xiaobao, who was walking in front of him at first sight, and immediately barked at him.

Qian Xiaobao walked towards the big yellow dog with big strode.

This is the dog raised by Lao Zhao's family, the first family west of Balitou. It is extremely fierce. It is said that once when a wolf pack entered the village at night, it kept barking and woke everyone in the village.

Even a wolf is not afraid of it, how could it be afraid of Qian Xiaobao?

When Qian Xiaobao was still three or four meters away, the big yellow dog stopped roaring, but his eyes were filled with fierce light and his mouth was whimpering in a low voice.

Qian Xiaobao suddenly leaned over and supported his hands on the ground, his head as high as a big yellow dog.

"Woon!Woon!"

Qian Xiaobao barked at the big yellow dog twice.

The big yellow dog stagnated and then turned around and ran back. It kept running back to the yard before it dared to turn around and screamed at Qian Xiaobao.

Old Zhao Zhao Deyou, who was sitting in the room, was strange to hear the dog barking. Their dog was very brave, why did he dare to bark when he got home this time?

He pushed open the door and took a look and hurriedly closed the door.

"Qian Xiaobao's Sweeping Star is here again." Zhao Deyou said to his wife.

"Uncle, let's get here. It's not far anyway, I'll just carry it away." Qian Xiaobao took out a dollar and handed it to the old man and said.

When the old man saw Qian Xiaobao scared the dog away in this way, he couldn't help but look straight.

"Young man, always be arrogant and sturdy! Are you right about what I said?" said the old man.

"Yes! Yes!" Qian Xiaobao moved two baskets from the car and carried them towards the village with a shoulder pole.

He carried a shoulder pole and stopped in front of the thatched house in the third Western District. Open the fence door, and walked into the yard with a shoulder pole.

Hearing the footsteps outside, an old man slowly opened the door and walked into the yard with a cane.

"Second Master, see what I have bought for you!" Qian Xiaobao said, pointing to the pile of things like a hill.

"A spending money! Is it good to keep it for the future to marry a wife?" The old man nodded while turning over the things in the earthen basket.

He turned on a piece of fabric to reveal the yellow paper below.

"Who is dead? You bought so much burning paper?" the old man asked.

Qian Xiaobao suddenly restrained the smile on his face and lowered his head for a while before answering in a low voice: "Everyone on the mountain is dead. My godfather is dead, and now we are the only one left."

The old man's shriveled face, which was like walnut skin, twitched twice and sighed a long sigh.

"Since you have embarked on the road of anti-Japanese war, no one plans to survive. It's all about time! Death early and get rid of it early." The old man whispered.

The old man opened the door and Qian Xiaobao moved both dirt baskets into the room.

"These five kilograms of cotton make you a new quilt and fabric make a new set of clothes." Qian Xiaobao put the things in the earth basket on the kang as they were.

He picked up a piece of floral cloth and said, "I have been taking care of you for the past two years. I have no indication. I also bought her a piece of cloth for clothes."

"You always spend money indiscriminately! The money spent on buying things this time is almost enough to tell you a wife." The old man muttered dissatisfied.

"What are you talking about? I and Japan will never stop until I die! The day I die, the Japanese will not make a penny on me!" Qian Xiaobao said gritting his teeth.

"When your godfather Feng Maoshan came to see me, we both thought that when you were young, you should go to school. Then get married, have children, start a family and start a career. If you have descendants, it means that we all have descendants. Thirty or fifty years later, someone will burn paper for us, those of us, tombs, tombs, tombs." The old man advised earnestly.

"Are those people on the mountain dead in vain? It's hard to find the road, and people will get lost when they enter. There are more than a dozen blocks in the light and darkness, how could hundreds of Japanese people touch it so easily? I thought about it and thought that there must be an insider! When I find this person, I will definitely tear him apart!" Qian Xiaobao's eyes were almost bleeding when he spoke.

Only when the old man heard this did he know how the more than 100 people on the mountain died.

He was silent for a while and said, "No thief can attract foreign ghosts. Think about it, this is also an inevitable thing. The more people fight, the fewer people can fight, the less they can't eat, the more they can't wear, the end they can't see. There will always be other thoughts. If the Japanese are appointed as officials and make wishes, of course some people will be moved."

Both of them were no longer talking.

Everyone on the mountain called the old man Qi Erye. He turned out to be a scholar from Shandong. After the imperial examination was cancelled, the disheartened second master Qi went to Guandong to work as a private school teacher in the northeast.

Feng Maoshan raised the anti-Japanese banner and asked Erye Qi to go up the mountain to make suggestions. Over the past few years, Erye Qi followed everyone to cross mountains and rivers and ate braised vegetables and deal with the Japanese.

But he was old after all, and had difficulty walking due to major stasis. Feng Maoshan secretly sent Mr. Qi here to hide.

Only Feng Maoshan and Qian Xiaobao know about this on the whole mountain. Now only Qian Xiaobao is left to know about it.

Mr. Qi finally raised his head sadly and said, "We are just some ordinary people. We have fought with the Japanese for years without seeking fame or profit. In the future, you will become a family and have children. During the holidays, you will take your children to burn a few pieces of paper and kowtow to the hundreds of dead people. Those people should close their eyes underground. Do you have to die before you can be considered a tragedy?"

Speaking of this, two lines of turbid tears flowed out from the eyes of Master Qi Er's eyes.

When Qian Xiaobao heard Mr. Qi say this, he also felt his eyes sore. He was about to speak but suddenly turned around and shouted to the window: "Who is sneaking outside?"

Speaking of this, Qian Xiaobao had already pulled out his pistol and was about to rush out.
Chapter completed!