Volume 3 Black and White Chapter 1 Mystery (One)

There are only two rains in the mountain city every year. The first one is from the beginning of spring to the beginning of autumn, and the second one is from the beginning of autumn to the beginning of spring.

Under the gray sky, the already tidy alleys became increasingly dirty. The sewage spread along the muddy streets, rinsing the ineffective medicine residue, smelly vegetable leaves, soaked toilet paper and mass of feces from various animals everywhere. Every low-lying area is a natural trap. If you step in it accidentally, you will be covered in filth. The smell will not be washed clean with no amount of water after you get home.

The shirtless sticks carried thick bamboo poles and ran around in the mud. They were born to be a bad person and were not qualified to choose the weather. As long as the noble man in suits and robes and jackets stood on the high stone steps and shouted "Big Bang." Then he immediately surrounded him happily. Three big boys went there, no matter the distance, they were definitely innocent. If anyone was too lazy to walk by himself if the road was dirty, they would spend six big boys to hire two big boys to find a chair and use a bamboo pole to put them on, and they would help them up and carry them home. Whether climbing the steps or passing the ditch, they would be stable and would never let the noble man get a little muddy. (Note 1)

There are also newspaper boys who cannot refuse to continue working in bad weather. They are another group of natural miserable lives. If they cannot sell enough newspapers every day, they may not have dinner that day. Now the prices in Shancheng are no longer as good as in previous years. The central government officials and wealthy people who have moved in thousands of miles to avoid disasters have soared prices in Shancheng. Originally, if they sold twenty newspapers, they could change from the boss of the newspaper vendor to a corn flour bun. Now they have to sell thirty newspapers to change. If they go back late, they may change to a rotten one. After eating, their stomachs will be rickety all night.

Fortunately, the newspaper sales today are pretty good, and I have only turned three streets and alleys. The thick cloth pockets on several newspaper boys were empty. Seeing that Xiaoshi was coming, the most prosperous place in the mountain city, the newspaper boys looked at their respective pockets and shouted with all their strength according to the instructions of the boss of the newspaper in front of the departure: "Selling newspapers, selling newspapers, great news, the Kuomintang army severely defeated the Japanese invaders outside the city of Ganzhou, killing and wounding more than 40,000 Japanese invaders." (Note 2)

"There is no one, and the other is no one, Lieutenant General Zhang Zhi carried the coffin to fight, smashing the Japanese invaders' plan to advance westward, and the Changsha front line turned danger into safety."

"Extra, extra..."

In the teahouse on the roadside, in the winery, people wearing long robes and suits shook their heads and grinned bitterly. For more than a year of war, the newspapers would claim a great victory almost every few days. But after each victory, the National Revolutionary Army followed closely with a "victory turn". They moved from Peking to Nanjing, and from Nanjing to Chongqing. Two-thirds of the territory was lost. They did not see the Japanese invaders being exhausted. Instead, they became less and less confident when they fought. At least they dared to organize several counterattacks, but now they have to defend their territory by digging ditches and setting fires.

The newspaper boys shouted for a long time, but did not attract any customers. After thinking about it, they quickly changed into another joke taught by the boss before departure, "No, no, no, our Anti-Japanese Allied Forces in the North have fought bloody battles for three days and nights, and the previous day is restored to Heishi Village."

"The nickname is outside the Heishizhai Japanese soldiers were wiped out, and the Xiongcheng outside the Great Wall was successfully restored."

"The National Revolutionary Army broke into the enemy's back and restored the important city of Heishizhai outside the Great Wall, giving the Japanese invaders a blow."

"Extra, extra..."

Now, someone finally walked out of the teahouse and wine shop on the roadside, and more than a wave, they called the newspaper boy to their homes, took out colorful tickets, and exchanged them for a fresh newspaper. While strode towards their seats, they lowered their heads to look for the news content announced by the newspaper boy in advance.

Those idle people who had no money to go into the house to drink tea and eat snacks but just stood under the eaves to hide from the rain also raised their sad faces and whispered to the tea lovers who had bought newspapers, "Master Zhou, have you really won the battle? You always miss it for everyone."

"Mr. Jin, what the hell is said in the newspaper? The little bastards are not lying to others, are they?"

"You always give Niannian and Niannian to warm us up, and this ghost weather is as cold as the world."

The tea and drinkers who were called to their name felt very proud. They took photos of the newspaper and happily shared the good news with the idle men under the roof, "It's not a lie, it's a real thing. The Central Daily News was placed on the front page, just under the Ganzhou victory."

"It was also published in the Ta Kung Pao, and it is also the front page."

"It's not a lie, it's not a lie, new..." The speaker looked around and lowered his voice, "There are also in Xinhua Daily, but it's just a reprint of the Central News Agency."

Several powerful newspapers have published news. According to common sense, Hei Shi Village was really restored by the Chinese army, but those who bought the newspaper continued to read it, and their smiles froze on their faces one after another, "Grandma, what kind of news is this? There is only one title. Which army captured the Hei Shi Village, whose troops, and how many Japanese soldiers were wiped out, didn't say anything."

"My picture is even more excessive. It's all nonsense and clichés, and I didn't even mention where Heishizhai is."

"Isn't it that the Anti-Japanese Allied Forces in Chabei? Of course, I can't run out of Chahar! But that place is too far away. How did our team kill us? Grandma's, what news is this? There is no content. I've talked nonsense."

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Almost all those who bought newspapers started to curse the streets. The difficult times and the cold weather have made people feel extremely bad. After finally hearing some good news, they still turn around. There is no beginning or end. The unethical and smoking reporter, you have written the news clearly. At least everyone knows how many Japanese have been eliminated. What kind of troops are the heroic troops of the Black Stone Village? How can this be done? I only gave the title of the Anti-Japanese Allied Forces of the North. Even if everything is good, you must know that no one thousand can find eight hundred. There are one on the National Government, the Eighth Route Army, and even many bandits gathered in the mountains and forests. As long as they are unwilling to accept the invitation of the Japanese devils, the first banner that can be thought of is the Anti-Japanese Allied Forces. With a general name, the gods can't figure out where he comes from.

"Heishizhai should be a county town in the north of Chahar. Its history can be traced back to the Liao Dynasty or even earlier. Around the 20th year of the Republic of China, the Fengtian clan ruled the grassland. Wu Dashtou sent someone to rebuild the city on the original site. It was originally named Heishi Town, but later it was changed to Heishizhai for some reason." There were also knowledgeable wine shops who knew the specific location of Heishizhai. It was a teacher with golden silk eyes. There was a plate of fragrant dried wine pot in front of him. The wine pot in his hand had already been upside down, but the wine inside could not fill half a cup.

After hearing this, the people around him immediately surrounded him and handed over his wine pot and side dishes, "Mr. Lu, try this, authentic Luzhou Laojiao, absolutely kill the mouth!"

"You taste the sausage, secretly made by Yang Ji, and it has been passed down to three generations of ancestors and grandchildren, but it has never changed."

"Sir, try this, this is..."

"Sir, drink mine. I bought a little bit of wine today..."

The golden silk-edged eyes were a little embarrassed by the enthusiasm of everyone. They swallowed a big mouthful of saliva and said with a smirk: "I've been drunk, I've been drunk. I've been drunk. I'm going to penetrate the poison of intestinal poison. Three cups are enough. If I have more, it will hurt my body."

"That Black Stone Village..." The people around didn't care whether he was drinking well. They cared about where the important town that had just been restored was. They stared at the golden silk glasses and couldn't wait to ask.

"Here." Jinli glasses dipped some residual wine with their little fingers, and slowly drew a rough map on the table. "This is Beiping, nine hundred miles north of Beiping, south of Huangshui, the surrounding terrain is open and the grass is rich... But, hiss,."

"What's wrong, what's wrong? Don't learn from that damn reporter. Can you finish your words in one go?"

"That place is very remote. It is neither a major city nor a land area. It is useless to fight it. It is far away. How can the government send troops to places where birds do not shit?"

"What are you talking about?" The audience around him immediately turned his face and took back all the wine pots and side dishes he had handed over. "No matter how far it is, it is also the place for us Chinese. No matter how far it is, it is still the Japanese. You said that the place is not a strategic location, maybe the other party should be with the government..."

"Yes, as long as you beat the Japanese, no matter how far away we are, we men will feel proud." Everyone agreed, raised their heads, their faces full of excitement. The cold rain and cold reality had poured their hearts into ashes, but at this moment, in the silent heart as dead, a few sparks slowly jumped up. They were very small and weak. No one could say that they would be extinguished one day and that they might start a prairie fire.

Note 1: Bangbang, Chongqing's special coolie work can still be found in urban and rural junctions. Usually, carrying a bamboo pole to carry a job and help pick up the guests' things to a designated location.
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