Jinghuazhong: The dead chicken of the Taoyuan Shuxi Su bandits
At the top of the slope of Shuxi, the trenches on both sides of the ancient road are also nearing the end.
Gou Zhengchun sent the two to take turns guarding.
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Halfway up the mountain, there is a small piece of flat land with a cool stream of water next to it, which nourishes all year round.
People climbing the hill often take a break here, drink and take a break.
On this day, the dead chicken returned home from Yuanling and came to the side of Liangshui Deficit (local dialect: Xiaotai washed out of cold water).
Seeing that it was about to arrive home, I sat on the edge of the cold water, untied the backpack on my shoulder, took out a new pair of shoes and socks, washed my feet, and changed them.
Dead chickens, also known as "pheasants", will meet the people of Creek. Diao is slippery and treacherous, so easy and bad work, known as the puff skin among the bandits, often with Gou Kaijin of the Qi homeland, wandering around.
At that time, a small detachment of the 74th Army of the Nationalist Army passed through Shuxi during the reconstruction process and stationed in Shuxi.
Dead Chicken and Gou Kaijin were invited to join the team.
After only a few days of hard work, the dead chicken and the commander of the squad were somewhat familiar.
In order to please the chief, this morning, the dead chicken with a flattering face came to the chief's ear:
"Sir, I invite you to Huiren Stream, where there is good food, fun, and beautiful women."
This was just the appetite of the chief, so he called Gou Kaijin and the group of three to walk towards the Huiren Stream.
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As soon as I walked past Monk Yan, I saw a large group of chickens pecking around the field on the edge of the rice field on Shiyangping, the rooster was strong and the hen was fat.
Seeing this, the dead chicken was overjoyed in his heart, and now he could eat a full meal.
So, he picked up a bamboo stick on the side of the road and swept towards the chickens, and suddenly, two large chickens, one male and one female, were broken legs.
The dead chicken ran over and just picked it up from the field, when he heard a sharp curse from the opposite house:
"Dead chicken who chops the old shell, you are also dead!"
The dead chicken began to be a little disdainful: Which one who dares to talk to me like this without opening his face?
However, the invective in the distance became more and more ferocious:
"Blind your dog's eyes, you dare to rob the old lady's chicken!"
I saw a middle-aged woman with a graceful figure rushing over from Tian Cheng's head.
"Fuck, Laozi Qi, what's wrong with your two chickens!"
The dead chicken recognized it as Yao Deyuan's woman, and looked stunned. But in front of the commander of the national army, the dead chicken felt that he could not lose face, so he had to force a response.
"Give it to me!"
The middle-aged woman was angry and wanted to snatch the two chickens that the dead chicken was carrying.
Seeing the middle-aged woman rushing in front of her, the dead chicken felt that she had lost her face today.
I saw him sideways, threw the chicken into the field, and scolded loudly in his mouth:
"Dog day, Lao Tzu is seven set today!"
While raising his hand, he shined on the middle-aged woman's face, "Snap!" Syllable! "Just a few slaps in the face.
Where could the middle-aged woman stand such a nest of gas, she immediately pounced, grabbed the dead chicken's hair and wrestled together.
At this time, the villagers around the neighborhood also gathered one after another to see the liveliness, and everyone accused the dead chickens.
"It is said that rabbits do not eat the grass on the edge of the nest, and this dead chicken is really a scoundrel!"
When the commander of the national army saw this situation, he had long lost interest, and immediately scolded the dead chicken to stop.
The dead chicken knew that he had encountered a sharp rock drum today, so the three of them walked back in embarrassment.
"Seven also kick to death!"
The middle-aged woman was holding a chicken in her hand, still angry at the back of the three.
This spicy middle-aged woman is indeed Yao Deyuan's wife.
Yao Deyuan was originally a bandit debut, a family practitioner, and later became the nursing home dog leg of Gou Pingzheng, a landowner of Huirenxi, and usually wore a barge gun.
In fact, the dead chicken is afraid of him on weekdays. It is only today that with the momentum of the commander of the national army, he dares to be presumptuous.
When he returned home in the evening and heard the cry of his own cousin, Yao Deyuan couldn't help but be angry! Pull out the gun, and you have to go to the dead chicken to settle the score.
The parishioner grabbed Yao Deyuan's arm and said:
"You can't kick, the dead chicken has now joined the national army, and today there is a commander to support him, he dares to be so bold, and it is not too late to take revenge when he has the opportunity."
Yao Deyuan had to swallow this breath.
Two days later, the detachment received an order and immediately left for Yuanling.
During this period, the People's Liberation Army was in full swing, but the Nationalist Army was already in defeat. After Dead Chicken and Gou Kaijin mixed with the detachment in Yuanling for more than a month, they quietly deserted and slipped back.
Finally almost home!
The dead chicken picked up his backpack, wore new shoes under his feet, hummed a small tune in his mouth, and walked down Shuxipo.
When he arrived at Tiankuo Bay, he said goodbye to Gou Kaijin, and Gou Kaijin walked to Qi Homestead alone.
On this day, Yao Deyuan happened to go to Shuxi to do errands, and just walked out of the ancestral hall gate, he saw a dead chicken with his head held high and swaggering from the end of the street.
Yao Deyuan quickly ran to his friend Huang Xiezhi's house and said to him:
"You do me a favor today, help me catch the dead chicken, this guy killed people."
"Hmm!"
Huang Xiezhi immediately agreed.
The two quietly made a quick detour from the hanging rock ping to the mouth of the weir dam, and met the dead chicken head-on on the street.
At the same time, the two stepped forward to knock the dead chicken to the ground, and then tied him backhanded.
The dead chicken already understood what was going on, lying on the ground, silent.
I thought, kidnapping, Yao Deyuan is a cool old man (local dialect: refers to a ruthless person), today I am afraid that he is in trouble.
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Yao Deyuan pulled the rope and ordered the dead chicken to stand up.
"Snap! Syllable! Syllable! ”
Without waiting for the dead chicken to stand firm, Yao Deyuan used all his strength, opened the bow left and right, and slapped the dead chicken in the face a few times.
While fanning, while asking:
"That's how you beat a guest last time, right?"
The dead chicken's legs trembled, his face changed abruptly, and he dared to squeak.
Fan-finished.
Yao Deyuan led the dead chicken up Shuxipo and walked towards Fulongan.
After turning over the beautiful wooden wall, he came to Changchong.
Next to the rock crust near the mountain bay, Yao Deyuan tied the dead chicken to a tung tree, then pulled out the barge gun.
"Snap! Syllable! ”
Two crisp gunshots echoed dull in the rock shell for a long time, like singing the mourning song of bandits and bullies.
The dead chicken pulled its head, and the red blood soaked through the brand-new shoes and socks one by one...
A group of turtledoves flew into the sky in horror.
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Jing Huazhong, male, born in April 1963. A native of Shuxi Village, Guanyin Temple Town, Taoyuan County. He loves literature, especially prose.