When the sky was dark and blue, Yue Kunlun rushed to the market, and his hair and shoulders were wet with dew. Two rows of old houses in Panshi Town, with high and low heights, formed a winding stone street. The stone roads were frost, and footprints were made by the mountain people who rushed to the early market.
Yue Kunlun found a place at the corner of the street, spread out the oil cloth and put the mountain goods on it. After I packed up all the things, the sides of the street were already filled with vendors. A rice noodle stall was set up on the left of Yue Kunlun, and a peddler on the right had just put down his pick, and red and green things were hanging onto the rope. The big iron pot at the rice noodle stall steamed out in a while, and the smell of spicy food drilled into his nostrils. Yue Kunlun rubbed his nose and sneezed loudly. He felt a little hungry.
Yue Kunlun grabbed a few pieces of dried bacon and squatted under the eaves and chewed them. He was choked after taking a few bites, and kept hiccupping . The owner of the rice noodle stall had already started to be busy with a greasy apron. After a while, he turned around and took a look at the young man.
"Drink a bowl of hot Shunshun?" The boss asked Yue Kunlun.
Yue Kunlun patted his chest and shook his head at the boss, while another empty burp appeared. The boss was happy, and Yue Kunlun was also happy. He grinned and his mouth was covered in white teeth.
The spicy soup with red oil was served in a coarse porcelain sea bowl and handed to the young man. Yue Kunlun hesitated for a moment, not knowing whether he should answer.
"Hold it, no money!" The boss's thin face was covered with the black glaze color of sun and wind all year round.
Yue Kunlun took the sea bowl and took a few mouthfuls of it. He felt relieved all over. After a while, white sweat evaporated on his head.
"If you don't eat yours for nothing, I'll take whatever I like at the stall, just take it away." Yue Kunlun put the bowl back on the rice noodles stall and said.
"How can it be? A bowl of soup."
Yue Kunlun grinned again, returned to the eaves and continued to squat. There were already pedestrians buying things on the street.
Yue Kunlun looked around and squatted for half a bag of cigarettes. The chaotic sound of horse hooves in the north was getting closer and closer, and his feet were numb. Yue Kunlun stretched his neck and looked north. According to the movement, at least a hundred horses were running towards this side, which was rare in the mountains.
As the sound of horse hooves gradually approached, the north side of the street became riots, and soon a team of horses trotted over "da da". The mountain people gathered under the eaves to see it. These horses were taller and more powerful than the horses of the horses. The horses were all full of energy. Yishui's blue-gray military uniforms, with blue sky and white sun patterns embedded on the hat badge, and rifles straddled behind them, and large blades with red silk flashed in the sun.
"Get out of the way! Don't block the road!" Several officers in green uniforms waved their horse whips left and right on the horse whip, and the whip made crisp sounds in the air, and the mountain people on the road hurriedly avoided the roadside.
"Have you heard it? The Eastern people are about to hit the southwest." The peddler on the right hand matched Yue Kunlun, with a strong northern accent.
"No, right? Isn't the government in Chongqing now? It is said that the Easterners occupy most of China in the north, and I have never seen what the Easterners look like." The owner of the Mi Noodle Stand came over and said.
"What do you look like?! It is said that the Japanese are only tall at the table, but they are wide at the foot, their eyes are as big as copper bells, and their noses are a tuft of black dog hair. Everyone who has seen them is dead!" A mountain man squatting on the bench and eating rice noodles said, and a circle of people gathered next to him, with a look of surprise on his face.
"Are the Eastern people in the square?" asked one person.
"Scared! What's so strange about this? I also heard that even the Japanese don't have heart and lungs, so they will break their stomachs when they catch the Chinese, and they will dig their heart and lungs to eat!" The person on the bench put down his chopsticks and slashed his palms on a person's chest. The man shook his whole body and jumped away a few steps like avoiding ghosts.
"...you...have you seen it?" the man who jumped away asked in a trembling voice.
"...Scared! You guys, everyone you have seen is dead. I...I heard from people."
"It's another empty talk!" The people around him started to cheer, and the rice noodles owner picked up the bowl awkwardly and sucked the spicy soup squeaked.
"Brother, you came from the north accent, tell me about it." Yue Kunlun listened with relish and asked the peddler with his head hooked up.
"Ah... it's a sin..." The peddler sighed, and a man who wanted to hear it handed over the dry tobacco pot he had just lit on his hand.
"We call Japanese Japanese people there. They are indeed short, strong and strong. They have a thorny beard under their noses and are wearing yellow skin. These are not humans, they are a group of beasts!"
The peddler's face turned pale, he took a few puffs of cigarettes, and the fire in the smoke pot was dark. "Hundreds of people in our village were called Japanese Japanese to kill them, buried alive, machine guns sweep, chopped their heads... The young daughter was slaughtered in front of the villagers, and dozens of Japanese were slaughtered in line to kill one! Poor my brother..." The peddler's voice choked, and the people around him were silent. This was an experience they had never had in their lives.
"My brother is impatient and swung a grass-cutting knife to save the daughter... The man was unable to save him, and he was smashed by a few guns..." At this point, the peddler started crying, and someone took the tobacco pot and added tobacco to the peddler.
"Beast!" The peddler took a few puffs of cigarettes to calm down, "My brother died miserably. He was hung upside down on a big tree at the entrance of the village and peeled a layer of medicine powder to stop the bleeding. My brother was hung and screamed for two days before he died. How much life was he guilty of death?" The peddler's eyes were blood red, and in the blink of an eye there was a string of tears. "I hid in the cesspool for two days before I took my life, but what's the point of living like this? When I think of my brother's scream, it hurts here!" The peddler pounded his chest pounding.
The audience around made a "tsk tsk" sound, with many meanings, some sighs, some hatred, and more because they were glad that they had never seen the Japanese. Yue Kunlun listened at first as if he was a man of ancient times, but later his face turned bad and his fists were clattering.
A group of people chatted on the roadside, and before they knew it, the horse team passed by, and then there were military vehicles . The Manchu army stood on the car, and some people on the road were carrying guns. A military vehicle was dragging the cannon and turned the corner quickly. With a "wow", the rice noodle stall was pulled down, and a pot of boiling oil soup splashed out. Several national troops walking on the road were unable to dodge and were so hot that they jumped around. The owner of the rice noodle stall looked confused and was on the side of the road.
"Fuck your mother! I blinded your dog's eyes!" A veteran with scalded thigh rushed up and slapped him. The boss didn't bother to cover his face. In horror, he took the greasy rag in his hand and wiped the oily soup from the veteran's legs. The veteran raised his leg and stepped on the boss, rushed forward and swung the butt stock and smashed it down. The people next to him closed their eyes.
The rifle was suddenly held by a man, and the veteran pulled it a few times without pulling it apart.
"What are you doing to hit someone!" Yue Kunlun stared at the veteran.
"Do you dare to steal the gun!?" The veteran roared, and several soldiers rushed up from the side.
Yue Kunlun practiced Wing Chun fist with his grandfather since he was a child. Several soldiers almost twisted him and exerted force at the same time. Yue Kunlun's feet was born with thoughts, and his body was like a wooden stake with roots. The few people didn't press Yue Kunlun down a few times, so they retracted their hands and replaced them with fists. Wing Chun is fast and has close defense. "Hands have hands but no feet" are often used to describe his fast technique. The eyes of several people burst into tears, and they felt that the back of their fists were stuck first. Yue Kunlun shook his hand and rushed straight, "-inch " was sent forward, and several soldiers fell out.
The veteran next to him pulled the big bolt with a "wow" sound, "If you move again, you will kill you!"
The rifle was fired, and the black muzzle pointed at Yue Kunlun. When the people around him saw that they were going to die, they scattered.
—To be continued—
