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

"Shopkeeper Qian, since you are so sincere, then this matter will be over. After all, everyone makes mistakes."

"Yes, yes, thank you, Mr. Yang, for your understanding."

Qian Fuming is now extremely afraid of Yang Ling, afraid that what he said is wrong and he will be annoyed.

"This country is in ruins, and the Japanese invaders are ferocious. As Chinese, we naturally have to work together to fight against the enemy. You can't treat a thief as your father as a traitor, don't you think?"

"Yes, yes," Qian Fuming nodded like a chicken pecking rice, his back was drenched in sweat.

Yang Ling patted Qian Fuming on the shoulder and asked: "From now on, little devil, if there is any movement from the puppet army, do you know what to do?"

"I'll send the news as soon as possible." Qian Fuming said hastily as he was also quick to tell.

Seeing that Qian Fuming was so knowledgeable about current affairs, Yang Ling also promised: "Of course, it's not easy for you, if anyone troubles you in the future, no matter who it is, you can come to our guerrillas and we will support you. "

"Thank you, Mr. Yang, thank you, Mr. Yang." Qian Fuming was very grateful to Yang Ling.

The reason why Yang Ling asked these big gentry to provide information was also to take advantage of their complicated interpersonal relationships. After all, most of them were former Baojia chiefs, and now they had an inexplicable relationship with devils, so it was easier to obtain information.

Yang Ling didn't mean to kill them all, after all, these squires were considered local figures, and it would be much more beneficial to use them than to kill them.

After Yang Ling and Qian Fuming finished speaking, they turned their attention to the next squire.

"Mr. Yang, I am willing to send [-] oceans to condolences to the troops." Before Yang Ling could speak, the man couldn't wait to speak. After all, he was guilty.

"That's not enough. Send us a copy of what was given to the devil."

"Yes Yes,"

Now that people are under the eaves, everyone has to bow their heads. After all, where are the corpses of people who don't know the current affairs?

"I'm willing to pay [-] yuan."

"I'm willing to pay ten thousand..."

The country gentry didn't understand Yang Ling's intention for calling them here, so they all opened their mouths.

"I would like to trouble you all to bring these things over tomorrow, but I would also like to remind you that there are my people everywhere in Qinghe Town. If you say one thing and do another, the consequences will not only be as simple as shooting." Yang Ling didn't forget to warn them in the end.

Yang Ling and the others entertained these squires with simple food, but they got a lot of things.

After the squires left bitterly, Wang Huzi, who was in charge of the registration, couldn't help shouting.

"Tuan Zuo, Ocean alone has 20, 20, we are rich!"

"Look at where you go, it's only 20 oceans." Looking at the excited and incoherent Wang Beard, Yang Ling couldn't help laughing and cursing.

However, these squires were able to come up with 20 oceans at once, and Yang Ling was a little surprised. He originally thought that it would be enough to get tens of thousands of oceans, but who knew it would be so much more.

However, this northern Jiangsu area has always been rich, and it is close to the canal, and its business is prosperous. It is only natural that these gentry are richer than people in other places.

"When they deliver it tomorrow, you have to count it for me. I'm missing a big boy, so I'm asking you." Yang Ling instructed Wang Huzi.

"Yes, I guarantee that one of them will be indispensable." Wang Huzi was so happy that he only had a smirk.

The 20 yuan almost wiped out the family property accumulated by these squires for decades, and it might not be so easy to get it in the future.

But Yang Ling didn't think too much about it. He would think of a way when he lacked money. Now that he had so much money, he would be able to recruit troops and buy clothes, medicines, guns and ammunition, which could be said to have solved their urgent needs.

When Yang Ling and the others were happy, those blackmailed country gentlemen finally saw what it means to eat people without spitting out their bones, and they felt a dull pain in their hearts when they thought that the money they earned would be gone.

But what can they do? After all, they were enemies first, and now being blackmailed by Yang Ling is also the result of their own crimes.

They didn't dare not give it, unless they moved their family or hid in Qinghe Town and never came out. Otherwise, if the guerrillas came to the door, it would not be as simple as paying money.

"Prepare our chickens, ducks, and fat pigs, and send them to the guerrillas in Xiaowangzhuang early tomorrow morning."

When Qian Fuming returned home, he seemed to be more than ten years old, his speech became weak, and he lost all his family's money for this meal.

Qian Fuming sat for a while, then walked into the room with countless locks, opened the box, and stroked the ocean he had accumulated, not to mention the feeling in his heart.

"My lord, my lord, a group of soldiers have come outside."

Just as Qian Fuming directed the servants to pack things and prepare to deliver them to the guerrillas at dawn, suddenly a servant rushed over in panic.

"Didn't you say that we will send it over tomorrow? Why did you come here in person?" Qian Fuming also murmured inwardly when he heard that the soldier had come.

"Open the door! Open the door!"

There was loud shouting from outside, and the door was knocked loudly.

"Go and open the door." Qian Fuming cursed in his heart while feeling sorry for his own door.

Body 7 Chapter Seventy Anti-Japanese Nation Salvation Brigade

"Open the door quickly, if you don't open the door, we will smash the door!"

The gate of the Qian family compound was crumbling under the violent kicks, and the people outside the gate were already a little impatient.

"I'm coming......"

While Qian Fuming agreed, he trotted to the gate to remove it, and the servants also stepped forward to take the wooden sticks from behind the bolt and pushed the gate open.

Qian Fuming saw more than a dozen flaming torches. Under the light of the torches, dozens of people dressed in various styles and holding guns were standing there fiercely.

"Water, water bandits..." Seeing this scene, a servant was so frightened that his legs became weak and he couldn't speak.

And Qian Fuming's heart suddenly fell to the bottom. He thought it was Yang Ling and the others who couldn't wait any longer and sent someone to transport things, but who knew it was another group of people.

Seeing this group of vicious men holding guns, his complexion also turned pale. He was provoking someone. He had just been redeemed for his sins and was about to give money and food to Yang Ling and the others. Now the bandits came to him again up.

"You're fucking blind, see clearly. I'm an anti-Japanese and national salvation brigade stationed in Xinzhuang. It's old age to be water bandits. We are now an anti-Japanese team! Fight devils!"

A man with a scar holding a short gun kicked the servant who said something wrong to the ground, and corrected him viciously.

Qian Fuming's ancestors lived here for generations, so he naturally knew the origin of the so-called Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade, which was originally just a group of water bandits entrenched nearby.

Now that the devils have come, they have also raised the banner of anti-Japanese, but the devils have not seen them fight a few times, and they eat and drink for free under the banner of anti-Japanese. The villagers dare not speak out.

Seeing that these guys were staring at him, Qian Fuming also complained in his heart, but he still had to smile, for fear of offending the other party.

"So it's the chief executives of the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade, why don't you know why they came here late at night?" Qian Fuming asked them respectfully, cupping his hands.

"Treasurer Qian, we have nothing to go to the Three Treasures Hall. We came here today, and indeed we have important matters to discuss. It's just that you blocked us from entering. I'm afraid this is not the way of hospitality?"

At the head was a sturdy bald head with two short guns stuck in the left and right sides of his waist. Looking at Qian Fuming who was blocking the door, he opened his mouth strangely. It was Hu Biao, the deputy captain of the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade.

Qian Fuming hastily clasped his hands together and said, "Bosses misunderstood, misunderstood, I didn't have time to welcome you when you came, why didn't I let you in."