Wang Haibin looked back at the brother following behind and suddenly stopped moving.

"Where did your hat go?" Wang Haibin asked sternly.

"Not you, it's on your head?" Sha Tao replied in wonder.

"Now you are wearing a hair-fed dog-skin hat on your head. Where is your fox-skin hat?" Wang Haibin asked afterwards.

Sha Tao was also stunned when he reached out to take off the hat on his head. What he was holding was not the fox-skinned hat with charcoal but the dog-skinned hat that was almost worn out!

"I wondered where my hat went?" Sha Tao said in confusion.

"Is that needless to say? It must have been lost by that little bastard Qian Xiaobao!" Wang Haibin said angrily.

He beat this fox. It was almost a pair of eyes, leaving no flaws on the fur. Although he always scolded his brother, he still wanted to leave the best things to Sha Tao.

Unexpectedly, such a good hat was easily deceived by Qian Xiaobao.

"Wait, wait until I see that bastard Qian Xiaobao next time, I will shoot him twice!" said Sha Tao.

In the woods three or four miles away, Qian Xiaobao was proudly looking at the fox fur hat in his hand.

Just now, he pretended to be kind to help Sha Tao hold her hat and let Sha Tao wipe her sweat. Then he put his hat on Sha Tao's head.

Qian Xiaobao blew a lightly breath. A small vortex suddenly appeared on the fiery red fox fur.

This fox fur is so smooth!

Qian Xiaobao proudly put on his hat and walked eastward with big strides.

He was going to hike east to Chaihe to buy himself a new pair of cotton shoes and then look for an opportunity to do a ticket.

Now he only has a bayonet and a pistol with only one bullet. If he doesn't get a new guy, he will have no way to deal with the Japanese in the future.

Chaihe is just a small place with hundreds of families. But within a range of hundreds of miles, it is already considered a big place to have hundreds of families.

People near Chaihe basically rely on the mountains to eat the mountains. Most people make a living by logging. Others also make money from loggers.

On the way to Chaihe, Qian Xiaobao heard the horns shouting from the woodcutters from the mountains several times. The shouting was majestic and loud, as if it was singing a chorus.

The one who does the most business on a main street in Chaihe (should) is the kind that sells food and drink. They are the kind that doesn’t spend much money to make you fill.

This is not the first time Qian Xiaobao has been here. He opened the cotton curtain and walked into a small door that sells food.

As soon as I walked in, my body, which was already frozen, felt the heat in the room was so warm.

Putting his hands and hat on the table, Qian Xiaobao shouted: "The shopkeeper, a bowl of big porridge, two big cakes, and a plate of pickles."

A woman in her thirties was holding a bowl of big porridge and a plate containing two big pancakes in front of Qian Xiaobao. When she turned around, she brought it to the plate containing a garlic eggplant.

Qian Xiaobao grabbed a big pancake and ate it in big mouthfuls of porridge.

He hadn't eaten for the whole day. Now his intestines were fighting in his stomach.

After drinking a few sips of the big porridge, Qian Xiaobao had already seen sweat on his forehead. It was so comfortable.

There was a table of guests in the house built of wood. Four or five loggers were drinking around two plates of pickles.

Cutting wood is both tiring and dangerous. It is common for you to get some bleeding when you knock your hands and feet. More serious things happen often. In these days, everyone is exchanging their lives for money.

There was not enough garlic eggplant to eat, so Qian Xiaobao asked the boss’s wife to add another one.

When he finished the meal, Qian Xiaobao wiped his mouth and put two cents on the table.

This time, Mr. Zhang and his friends asked Wang Haibin to bring him thirty yuan. This money is already a lot for a few strands of strands in the mountains that are getting tired every day.

Killing Qian Xiaobao will lose his morality. But letting Qian Xiaobao keep struggling in the mountains will eventually cause trouble for the Japanese to send troops into the mountains.

In the end, everyone thought it would be better to give Qian Xiaobao a sum of money to let him leave here far away.

Everyone is the first or second generation who has entered Guandong. Most of them are errands who have not started their own families.

So as long as there is a little more population, women will make money by sewing clothes and making shoes for men.

Qian Xiaobao looked at several shoes sellers, but he was not very satisfied. He could wear a pair of shoes like him, who could cross mountains and rivers all day long.

If your feet are frozen in the mountains, you may have to lie on the ground and walk for the rest of your life.

Qian Xiaobao didn't buy shoes but bought a big yellow sticky cake. Eating this kind of thing is the best way to resist hunger. He plans to take it on the road to eat it.

The boss quickly handed the sticky cake to Qian Xiaobao with two puff leaves.

"Boss, are there no grocery store selling Japanese cotton and rubber shoes here?" Xiaobao asked.

"Yes, it's just a tight west side to buy a family. But the money for buying a pair of cotton rubber shoes is enough to buy four or five pairs of cloth shoes." The boss replied.

Qian Xiaobao put the sticky cake in his arms and walked out of the store.

There are logging sites everywhere now. Most of the cut wood is purchased by the Japanese and taken away by small trains.

In recent years, the Japanese built small train tracks in the mountains have become more and more long and longer.

Qian Xiaobao really found a shop selling Japanese groceries in the west of Chaihe. He spent five yuan to buy a pair of cotton shoes and a box of foreign fire.

Lighting a pile of fire in a secluded place in the mountains and roasting may save a life.

Qian Xiaobao walked out of Chaihe with the things he bought. When he walked to a place where no one was leeing, he couldn't wait to take off the pair of tattered Ula shoes on his feet and change the newly bought cotton and rubber shoes.

The cold toes suddenly felt a warm feeling rising from his feet to his whole body. He stamped his feet a few more times and felt that the cotton shoes were still very healing.

Then Qian Xiaobao walked towards the mountains with big strides.

He had now figured out his goal and started with the small train pulling wood from the mountains.

To be precise, it was to attack the person who was escorting the train.

These people all carry guns. Kill these people and you will have another guy in your hands.

The tracks of the train are easy to find. However, Qian Xiaobao didn't know when the train would be able to get out of the mountain, so he could only wait in the deep snow-covered mountains and forests.

You can't go back to Chaihe, as it will be easy for people to remember over time. After you really succeed, the Japanese can quickly find their own face.

Qian Xiaobao walked back and forth along the track several times. He also remembered the rough time the patrolman was traveling.

Finally he chose a turn. When he drove here, the train had to slow down, and he could easily climb onto the train.

In the woods more than a mile away from the track, Qian Xiaobao built a semicircular snow wall to block the northwest wind. He found branches and leaves to light a small bonfire.

The train's horn can be clearly heard a few miles away. Then Qian Xiaobao ran from here to the turn.

He took out a pistol with a bullet and checked it and inserted it back into his waist.
Chapter completed!