The blood of the Anti-Japanese War stained the mountains and rivers

"Come on, let's eat the vegetables. Let's talk while eating." Seeing that the effect of being aggressive was achieved, Yang Ling also began to invite everyone to eat the vegetables.

Yang Ling and the others entertained the squires with simple tea and light rice, fried shredded potatoes, boiled wild vegetables, etc. They didn't even have a piece of meat, and the staple food was brown rice.

For these squires with shops and hundreds of acres of fertile land, this meal was really hard to swallow, but Yang Ling ate it with relish.

"Why, the food is not to your taste?"

Seeing the gentry sitting still, Yang Ling raised his head and asked.

"no no......"

Facing Yang Ling's sharp gaze, Qian Fuming and the others didn't dare not eat, they picked up vegetables to eat.

But these meals they gave to their servants on weekdays, now let them eat, it is simply tasteless, and everyone has a bitter face.

"Eat, eat more. I ordered the cooking team to make these meals specially. You can't eat so many good things on weekdays." Yang Ling greeted them while eating with relish.

Although Qian Fuming and the others knew that Yang Ling didn't ask them to come here to eat simple food, but Yang Ling rambling about the purpose of letting them come, they could only eat with Yang Ling and didn't dare to ask.

"Are you the rich man?" Yang Ling asked a middle-aged man with a big belly sitting next to him while eating.

"I don't dare to be a rich man, it's just that I have a little money..."

"Two pawnshops, one money house for lending money, and two hundred acres of fertile land. How many tenants are there?" Yang Ling turned his head and asked Wang Beard, who was standing like a door god.

"Fifteen households—" Wang Huzi replied with a straight face on purpose.

"That's right, with so much property, how can it be considered a little low capital? Be humble, be humble." Yang Ling said with a smile.

Although Yang Ling was laughing, the rich man Wang from Dawangzhuang was sweating profusely on his back. He even found out his own family background. What did he want to do?

While Yang Ling was beating devils these days, he did not forget to send people to investigate the distribution of these nearby forces and the information of some wealthy households.

"I heard that you sent a lot of pigs, sheep, food and oceans to the ghosts in Qinghe Town a few days ago, right?" Yang Ling stared at the rich man and asked with a smile.

As soon as Yang Ling's words fell, the rich man slid off his chair with a plop in fright, and knelt down for Yang Ling.

"Mr. Yang, the devils forced me. If I don't give them something, they will kill my whole family. I am patriotic..."

Seeing the rich man knelt on the ground crying for grievances, the squires sitting around the table were all so frightened that their foreheads were sweating, and they didn't give away things to the devils.

After all, some time ago, the guerrillas were defeated by the devils and disappeared. They thought the guerrillas were finished, so they went to curry favor with the devils.

Who knew that the guerrillas came back again, and replaced such a master who was very good at fighting, and beat the devils to the ground.

They are also regretting in their hearts now, they just give things to the devils, and they do it with great fanfare, but now they have been caught, and they don't even have a chance to explain.

"Get up, get up, I didn't blame you, what are you doing kneeling down?"

As Yang Ling spoke, he dragged the rich man who was paralyzed from fright back to the chair. Although Yang Ling still had a smile on his face, Qian Fuming and the other country gentry were all terrified.

"These little devils are sons of a bitch. They have done all kinds of bad things, and I can understand forcing you to donate money and food. Life is not easy for everyone." Yang Ling smiled and comforted the rich man who was still in shock.

"Thank you, Chief Yang, for your understanding." Hearing what Yang Ling said, Rich Wang also breathed a sigh of relief.

But soon Yang Ling changed the subject and said meaningfully: "Just donating money and food to the devils, that's treason and capitalism, and you'll be shot."

"Mr. Yang, Mr. Yang, I don't dare anymore, I don't dare anymore, and I beg Mr. Yang to spare my life." The rich man plopped down on his knees again after speaking.

Yang Ling's surprise made all the country gentlemen present feel their hearts rise in their throats, and they almost knelt down along with them.

"I'm afraid the brothers won't agree to forgive you, but I think that you were forced by the devil, and I will give you a chance to make amends."

Hearing that Yang Ling wanted to give him a chance to make amends, the rich man was so moved, as if he had grasped a life-saving straw, he nodded hurriedly: "I am willing to make amends, I am willing to make amends... ..."

Yang Ling said slowly: "You see, our army is working hard to fight devils now. We are in urgent need of military pay and supplies. This..."

"I am willing to spend five hundred oceans to support the troops." The rich man replied hastily.

"Huzi, since the rich man is not sincere, then let's not be polite, traitors and enemies, pull them out and kill them!"

"Yes!"

"Sir, please forgive me, please forgive me, I am willing to pay five thousand, five thousand!"

Wang Huzi looked at the rich man begging for mercy, walked over with a sneer, and dragged the fat rich man out.

"boom!"

Soon there was a muffled gunshot outside, which made Qian Fuming and the others tremble in fright.

"Tuan Zuo! Dead!"

Wang Huzi quickly dragged the dead rich man in, making Qian Fuming and the other squires look pale and frightened.

They looked at Yang Ling smiling and thought they were easy to get along with, but who knew that he was a murderous master, so they didn't dare to be sloppy anymore.

Text Chapter 769 Blackmail

"Eat vegetables, everyone eat vegetables."

Yang Ling smiled and greeted the pale-faced Qian Fuming and other squires to eat vegetables, but where the rich man's body was still lying there, the air was filled with the pungent smell of blood, they could still eat there tremblingly.

Seeing Yang Ling eating with gusto, but Qian Fuming and the others are feeling bitter now. With the lessons learned from the rich man Wang, I am afraid they will end up in the same end if they don't bleed today.

"Shopkeeper Qian?"

After Yang Ling ate the food and drank the wine, his eyes turned to Qian Fuming, who was sweating on his forehead and fidgeting.

Hearing Yang Ling calling him, Qian Fuming stood up in fright: "Mr. Yang, I am willing to donate [-] yuan to the troops."

But Yang Ling didn't answer his words, and said with a smile: "I heard that you also gave things to the ghosts in Qinghe Town?"

"Mr. Yang, I was also forced... I, I am willing to add another [-] fat pigs and [-] chickens and ducks to make amends. I also ask Mr. Yang to give me a chance to repent." Qian Fuming also knelt down.

"Oh, shopkeeper Qian, what are you doing, get up quickly." Yang Ling said and helped Qian Fuming up.

"Since shopkeeper Qian Da is so patriotic and willing to take something to comfort the troops, then I will accept it on behalf of the guerrilla officers and soldiers."

Yang Ling also knew about Qian Fuming's family background, so he didn't ask for more. After all, it's better to do as little as possible.

Seeing that Yang Ling agreed, Qian Fuming also secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but when he thought of sending out so many oceans and things, his heart was bleeding.

"Huzi, write down the number, the money shopkeeper will deliver it tomorrow and need to be counted." Yang Ling ordered with a smile.

"Yes!"

Wang Huzi also grinned. With so much money, their guerrillas can finally tide over the difficulties again.