(Book friends seem to have a lot of doubts about the financial system in the base area. In fact, you have preconceived the financial system to fit the modern financial system, so you think it is too complicated and too big.
The financial system in the base area that I envision is of course led by the Eighth Route Army headquarters, which I should have mentioned in the article.
For example, from February 1941 to June 1944, the Eighth Route Army base area stopped using legal tender and issued border currency of the Shaanxi-Gansu-Ningxia Border Region Bank
Taking the lead in relatively large base areas such as Shanxi-Chahar-Hebei, Shaanxi-Gansu-Ningxia, etc., they issue border currency, which is also commonly known as "border ticket" by the masses.
In addition, the issuance of border currency is very scientific. The issuance of border currency is based on grain. In other words, as many border coins are issued as there are grain reserves.
Therefore, the purchasing power of the border currency is very stable, and coupled with the credibility of the Eighth Route Army troops in the hearts of the people, they have won the support of the people.
After the independent regiment further grows in the base area, all it has to do is to take the lead in issuing tickets for the border areas in the headquarters base area, and then further serve as a pioneer in development.
Is there anything unreasonable about this? I’m dizzy...)
Having said that, it is impossible for a novel to be completely consistent with reality, but I still have to pursue a logic. I try to find the G point in the way to be happy.
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In the areas occupied by the Japanese army, the Japanese army and the Eighth Route Army relied on the county towns that mainly controlled the political power and military, and the other side relied on the mountainous areas that mainly controlled the establishment of villages, or the base areas where villages were established. The two sides focused on the vast Chinese countryside.
This started a protracted tug of war.
Qinghe Village, Changliu Village, Shangyou Village.
In fact, these three villages are not much different from ordinary Chinese rural areas.
If you have to find something different to identify one, these villages are larger in size, have a larger population, and are more representative among the large surrounding villages.
In addition, these three villages are currently at the center of a tug-of-war between the Japanese army and the Independent Regiment of the Eighth Route Army over the countryside.
It's like the two sides are in a tug-of-war, and these three villages are the red rope used as a mark in the middle of the rope used in the tug-of-war.
Therefore, in a short period of time, both sides control the villages in the middle line of the tug-of-war such as Qinghe Village, Changliu Village, and Shangyou Village, which means that they can achieve a staged victory and further press on the other side's territory. p>
On the Independent Regiment side, after Kong Jie issued an order to expand the base area and expand the guerrilla area, the soldiers had actually already had contact with the three villages of Qinghe Village, Shangliu Village, and Shangyou Village.
After the advance propaganda cadres came into contact with the three villages, the villagers with strong national interests expressed their support for the Eighth Route Army and secretly established some militia organizations in the three villages in cooperation with the Eighth Route Army.
Of course, since the current control scope of the independent regiment's base area is still extremely limited, in order to ensure the safety of the villagers and protect the safety of the villages, these three villages are still under the jurisdiction of the Japanese army.
For example, in the spring sweeps launched by the Japanese army not long ago, because these three villages have been performing well, there is no suspicion of secretly colluding with the Eighth Route Army, and taxes and grains have been paid as scheduled.
The Japanese army directly avoided these three villages, and then carried out raids towards the Eighth Route Army base area.
Generally speaking, the three villages of Qinghe Village, Changliu Village, and Shangyou Village are still in relative peace and calm.
Until this morning, the peace was broken by a loud noise.
Qinghe Village.
9 a.m.
Someone rang the gong in Qinghe Village, and the loud sound slowly spread throughout the village, mixed with a somewhat domineering noise:
"Folks, folks in Qinghe Village, listen up. The imperial army is coming to Qinghe Village soon. Fellow folks, please prepare immediately and gather at the rice field in the village.
Listen up, everyone, whether they are the elderly, children, men or women, must be here, and those who work in the fields must also come back.
The Imperial Army has something important to announce to everyone, but don’t worry, everyone, it’s a great thing this time. The Imperial Army is coming to express condolences to our fellow villagers, and they will even send food to the fellow villagers!”
The owner of this voice is a puppet soldier with an ugly scar on his face, and his military rank is a lieutenant.
This person's name is Wang Erquan, and he is the captain of the grain collection team designated by the Japanese army to be in charge of Qinghe Village, Changliu Village, and Shangyou Village.
This guy was tactful, duplicitous, bullying, and unscrupulous. Because when he was in charge of collecting grain, he could always turn in the rations as scheduled, so he was highly regarded by the Japanese army.
As for Qinghe Village, Changliu Village, and Shangyou Village, Wang Erquan is naturally notorious.
Every time when grain was collected, Wang Erquan was worthy of being a die-hard traitor of the Japanese. He spared no effort, used coercion and inducement, and used all kinds of methods that came to his mind. Sometimes he even sent troops directly into the house to grab grain, regardless of the specific regulations.
How much is the tax revenue?
What's more, the taxes set by the Japanese army on the villagers were already harsh enough, making the villagers almost miserable.
This Wang Erquan actually continued to use the public for personal gain, and then increased the villagers' taxes to enrich his own pockets.
Therefore, in the eyes of the villagers, Wang Erquan is not only a traitor of the Japanese, but also a blood-sucking insect in the village.
The people wanted to eat their flesh alive and skin them alive.
However, due to the force suppression by the Japanese and puppet troops, they dared to get angry but dare not speak out.
At this time, Wang Erquan was banging the gong, followed by five or six gun-wielding traitors, and his voice gradually faded away.
A villager grabbed him and picked up a stone from the back of Wang Erquan and other traitors. He wanted to throw it at the traitor's child, but his expression changed slightly and he stopped him: "My dear, don't you dare to do this. This Wang Ergou is a mad dog, but
It doesn’t matter if you are a doll or not.”
An old man in his fifties beside him asked, "Da Liu, what are these traitors causing trouble again?"
The villager who was holding his child replied, "Who knows what evil intentions these traitors have? In short, as long as these traitors enter the village, they will definitely be up to no good."
While he was talking, the gong rang again. This time it was the old village chief of Qinghe Village who came over. The old village chief's face was full of helplessness.
The old village chief who heard the conversation between the two approached and lowered his voice to persuade: "Da Liu, Lao Zhang, if there is anything wrong with you, just scold them in your heart.
These gangsters and traitors bully others. If we can’t afford to offend them, why can’t we hide from them?
Hurry up and gather at the rice field as soon as possible. After so many years, you can’t harm yourself again because of your temporary anger.”
Facing the old village chief's advice, the old man said nothing. Liu was in his prime, and he had anger in his heart that was difficult to suppress.
"Village Chief, these traitors are just a bunch of pests. They have been sucking the blood of our village for so many years.
I heard that some time ago, comrades from the Eighth Route Army also came to our village. It seems that they are still the Independent Regiment of the Eighth Route Army. The Japanese that the Independent Regiment killed in the anti-mopping up a few days ago were nothing but shit. We can't ask the comrades of the Independent Regiment to kill these people.
Are the pests eliminated?"
"Shh, keep your voice down, keep your voice down!" The old village chief was so frightened that his color changed. He held the gong and hammer in his left hand and pulled Da Liu with his right hand. He walked to a hiding place and said, "Da Liu
, you are confused! A few days ago, some comrades from the Independence Regiment came to the village, and I talked to them privately."
"The base areas of our Eighth Route Army comrades are slowly expanding outwards, and we still cannot control such a large area.
Our village is located in an area close to the Japs County. In this case, even if the comrades from the Eighth Route Army come to eliminate these pests and traitors, the Japs can come over in a blink of an eye. What will we do then? What will the villagers do?
?What should we do with the village? We can’t move the whole village to the base area of the independent regiment, right?”
"Isn't that going to cause trouble for Commander Kong? Besides, in the village where we have lived for generations, how can the villagers be willing to leave just as they say? There are so many old people, women and children. If the little devil gets angry, all the villagers will be wiped out.
A conscientious bastard will even massacre a village!"
Da Liu said helplessly: "Village chief, what should we do now?"
The old village chief said: "It's still the same old method. Just do whatever you want. First stabilize the Japanese and puppet troops. Commander Kong also means the same thing. This is a critical moment. We can't make mistakes." p>
Da Liu nodded and said worriedly: "Village chief, how is Lao Chen doing?"
The old village chief said: "Don't worry, before the Japanese and puppet troops entered the village, we got the news in advance that Daliang and his militia team had all hid in the cellar."
Da Liu was relieved.
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Rice farm.
The rice field in Qinghe Village is not small, twice as big as a standard football field. It is a place where the villagers harvest rice and wheat every year and are specially used for threshing rice and drying wheat.
Ten o'clock in the morning.
After Wang Erquan and other traitors were busy, all the villagers arrived with the sound of beating gongs.
Wang Erquan and other dog traitors changed their previous arrogant attitude in front of the villagers. Now they were fawning in front of the Japanese army, the dog owners, with smiles on their faces, shaking their heads and wagging their tails.
The Japanese army came over this time with a small team. At a glance, they looked like Japs No. 50 or 60.
The leader was a Japanese second lieutenant. It seemed that in order to express his kindness, when he stood in front of the more than 500 villagers who had gathered, he kept grinning, trying to bend the corners of his mouth into a smile.
radians.
But what he didn't know was that his self-proclaimed kind smile, coupled with the command knife he punched on the ground and the tortoise box pinned to his waist, represented the military uniform of an invader and executioner. In the eyes of the villagers,
It seems that it looks even more terrifying.
After all the people arrived, Wang Erquan on the side maintained the calm of the meeting, and then said a few words of bad Japanese to the Japanese squad leader with a shameless expression. The Japanese squad leader nodded and began to speak.
The translator brought by the Japanese army on the side translated loudly:
"Hello everyone, my name is Saburo Aoki. I got this name probably because I have two older brothers above me.
In the yard of my hometown, there is a big evergreen tree, so my father gave me this name.
Doesn’t it sound interesting?
Most of our Japanese names have four characters, while your Chinese names often only have two characters. In fact, you should know that we Japanese have learned a lot of culture from your Tang Dynasty.
There are many cultures that are similar."
As Saburo Aoki spoke, he gestured with his hands, always smiling.
"Please don't be afraid when you come here this time. Our Imperial Japanese Empire came to your China just to create a common prosperity. In my country, the people have already lived a prosperous, stable and happy life. As neighbors, we also hope
You Chinese can live such a life, so we are here."
"It's just that during this period, many Chinese people didn't understand what our Imperial Japanese Army was doing, and the two sides also had some misunderstandings and unnecessary conflicts."
"I hope these conflicts will never happen between us."
"The imperial army is very friendly to you. We will protect the stability of your village and prevent you from being harassed by Tubal and bandits."
"In addition, you can also tell us about the villagers in your village who have been bullied by whom. For example, if there are people in the imperial army who have done bad things in your village, you can also tell us, and the imperial army will make the decision for you. Please
I must believe in the sincerity of the Imperial Army to everyone."
When Saburo Aoki said this, Wang Erquan on the side felt a little guilty, and his threatening eyes swept over some villagers.
Two people among the villagers were whispering.
One said: "Dad, do you think the Japanese can really make the decision for us? Then Wang Ergou has always wanted to bully Xiaolian. If the Japanese can really make the decision for us..."
Another voice full of vicissitudes of life whispered: "Fool, traitors are beasts, and Japanese are also beasts. If a beast wags its tail at you, do you think it will stop biting you?"
"My father has to find a solution for Xiaolian's matter. Because he is afraid of one beast, he asks another beast for help. Your father and I cannot afford to disgrace this person."
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Saburo Aoki, who was in front of the rice field, thought he was talking harmoniously and openly to the villagers. He talked for a long time, but he saw that the villagers kept their heads down and remained silent.
After thinking for a while, Saburo Aoki's eyes suddenly locked on a little girl who looked to be only four or five years old and was being pulled by a woman in the front row.
Saburo Aoki smiled even brighter, holding the command knife in one hand while striding towards the little girl.
The woman holding the little girl immediately noticed Saburo Aoki's intention, trembled with fear, and quickly blocked the little girl behind her.
In order to please the commander, a Japanese soldier rushed over with a fierce look on his face, pushed the woman away, and tried to snatch the child away.
Saburo Aoki was immediately furious. He slapped the Japanese soldier who snatched the child and cursed in Japanese: "Baga, are you trying to destroy the imperial army's image of being close to the people?"
"Hi!" The Japanese soldier quickly retracted his movements and responded.
Saburo Aoki turned his head again, squatted down, continued to smile, waved to the little girl hiding behind the woman, and said in somewhat broken Chinese:
"Kid, don't be afraid, your uncle is a good person. Come here, uncle will treat you to some candy."...