Zhaopeng said: "If you are willing to do it, we will set this fire. Let the people in Bailuyuan watch a fire rising to the sky."
Hei Wa was already excited: "It's too easy to burn that grain stand. The people used the tricks of killing chickens to quell that pole of soldiers' supplies. They slept peacefully and burned it all with just one cage of wheat straw."
At this moment, a man walked out of the suite of the house. Hei Wa was surprised when he saw that it was Tailor Han. Tailor Han was a client who moved to Bailu Town last year. He rented two front rooms and used a pedal machine to give people
He sewed clothes to make money, but no one could figure out where he was from. The people in the market watched him step on the pedals of the machine like a diorama, making a continuous chirping sound, and a shiny needle moved up and down, moving the cloth.
The pieces were sewn together. Although there were many onlookers, the business was very sluggish. Only school teachers and a few students paid him to sew uniforms. Farmers, rich and poor, just watched the fun. Tailor Han said with a smile.
"Set fire to the grain table, I'll help." Hei Wa understood it and didn't need to ask anymore. The three of them plotted the specific implementation plan under the kerosene lamp, where to climb over the wall, and where to burn first and then to light.
, the well rope must be hidden no matter what, because if it is lit, the water cannot be lifted. The three people agreed on how to communicate with each other using secret codes, and the specific division of labor was carefully considered. Hei Wa patted his forehead and said, "You have a foreign oil kerosene lamp?"
The stench made me dizzy and made me want to vomit."
Finally, a windy night came. The three of them climbed up separately from the walls on three sides. There was a guard hanging around at the gate, and a guard hanging around in the yard. Heiwa jumped into the yard first, and walked around the piles of things piled up in the yard.
The food moved behind the guard and hit him with a brick on the head. The guard fell softly. He took out the smelly kerosene cylinder from his waist, unscrewed the screw cap, and poured the kerosene there.
On the door panel of a row of houses, a match box was found. Heiwa had used flint and flint to ignite coal paper since he was a child. He had never used a match. He tried to light two matches in Zhaopeng House.
A black match stick is much more convenient than a flint and sickle. It will be great if you can afford a match as soon as you can afford it. Heiwa lit the match according to the agreed plan, and a blue flame burst out with a pop.
The wooden door covered with kerosene burst into flames. The guard at the gate screamed and fired a shot. Heiwa had already walked around the house and jumped onto the wall. The tile-roofed granary and the grain pile covered with oilcloth in the yard caught fire almost simultaneously.
Heiwa climbed up the wall and was not in a hurry to escape. He looked at the guard shouting and firing guns in the yard, looking very embarrassed. The crow soldiers in the house began to shout and shout, and the soldiers who first rushed out of the fire door were crying.
Rolling in the yard to put out the fire. Heiwa saw that the flames flying in the wind had rushed up to the warehouse and the eaves of the row of houses, so he jumped off the wall and left. He ran back to his cave dwelling, pulled up Xiao'e who was sleeping soundly, and showed her
The fire was spectacular. Xiao'e walked out of the kiln door and shouted: "Mom!" The sky in the west was red. Heiwa said: "The grain table is burning." Xiao'e said: "There are really brave Lengwa, dare to
Heiwa said: "The white wolf set the fire." Xiao'e asked: "Where is the white wolf?" Heiwa said: "The white wolf is standing behind your bed." Xiao'e said in surprise: "
You are a white wolf and you are talking nonsense... Oh, come here, I see you have been sneaking around these past few days..." Hei Wa stopped talking.
There was a sudden commotion in the village, and there were noisy voices. Men and women stood in the streets and alleys to watch the spectacle of the fire. The flames were like ever-changing mountains, sometimes thousands of people erupted in unison, sometimes a single peak protruded; the flames were like majestic mountains.
The forest sometimes roars, sometimes lingers and whispers; the flames are like thousands of macaques and thousands of elves dancing wildly. People gloat and watch as the wheat they put into Bailu Granary instantly turns into magnificent flames. Heiwa stands in the kiln.
Watching his masterpiece on the edge of the cliff, Xiao'e half leaned on his arm. The angry shouts of the soldiers came from the village, and the harsh Henan accent sounded more and more awkward, forcing people to rush to put out the fire. The soldiers ignored
Heiwa entered the cave dwelling under the cliff outside the village, only knocking on the door and shouting loudly. Heiwa ran back to the cave dwelling, picked up two wooden barrels, and broke away from Xiao'e's blockage: "I'll go over and see the excitement." He said.
I picked up two buckets of water from the large pond in the middle of the village, sandwiched between the men carrying buckets and basins. After walking through the village alley and walking through the streets of Bailu Town, I couldn't move forward. The fire burned my face and burned it.
The thick smoke choked people so much that they couldn't open their eyes, so they threw the water everywhere and walked back with the empty bucket. The fire could no longer be put out. People with bare arms and legs could not get closer to the fire. The burned wheat grains
It bounced up and burned again in the air, like fireworks set off at night during the New Year. The fire burned until dawn, and the bright flames made the sun rising over Dongyuan lose its charm.
Later, a slogan was found on the square brick doorpost of the most conspicuous No. 1 security post in Bailu Town: Bai Lang was the one who set fire to the grain platform. The writing was ocher red, which was made by soaking a local red clay in water.
It was written with a broomstick, and it was very eye-catching on the blue bricks. When Lu Zilin came in, he saw so many people gathered around the door and didn't know what was going on. When he pushed aside the crowd and saw the ocher red slogan,
, his face became waxed. He went to report to Platoon Leader Yang without entering the door. Platoon Leader Yang ran over with a box of guns on his waist, his face was gray and black, and his eyes were red and sticky, as if they had just been boiled.
The glue pot and the red silk on the box gun inserted in his waist had been burnt until only a short section was left. Platoon Leader Yang pulled out the box gun and fired a shot in the air. He gritted his teeth and shouted: "Get away, get away!"
"Fuck that stinky bitch!" The onlookers screamed and dispersed. Platoon leader Yang immediately ordered the soldiers to conduct a search to search the people and objects related to the slogan. Check which house had red clay remnants, tile basins and copper basins that had been soaked in red clay.
and porcelain basins, as well as broomsticks and towers used to dip red clay paste for writing.
All the houses in Bailucang were reduced to ashes along with the wheat. Platoon Leader Yang led his soldiers to the Bailu Town Junior Primary School. The students were all too frightened to come to school. The soldiers collected pots from farmers' homes in various villages.
Pots, pots, brooms and towers were piled up in the large courtyard, but none of them could provide any reliable evidence. No matter how stupid this stupid method of solving the case was, the thirty soldiers still followed it seriously, starting from Bailu Village.
The search began and advanced to many surrounding villages. None of the three "white wolves" who set the fire were listed as key suspects. Tailor Han still placed the tailoring case under the tent at the door of the shop, using a long bamboo pole
The soldiers never even bothered to ask him about the cutting lines drawn by rulers and white and gray strokes. Hearing that the soldiers were searching for evidence from house to house, Hei Wa sent Xiao'e to hide in the fields and pretend to dig wild vegetables. He was not worried about arson.
The evidence of the crime was Xiao'e, who looked too eye-catching. The three soldiers walked into the cave dwelling arrogantly and after some writhing, they bluffed and said: "I think you are setting fire to me." Hei Wa chuckled: "Boss, you didn't hit me.
My throat, what did I do to the boss? I only paid him a bushel of wheat, not three stones or five stones..." The soldiers picked up the black tile basin with a thick layer of urine dirt from the side of the chicken coop and smashed it.
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Although Lu Zhaopeng firmly refused when Platoon Leader Yang stationed at the school the night before, he finally accepted the fait accompli. Platoon Leader Yang didn't care about the unfriendly attitude of Lu Zilin's principal son, but he never thought about this handsome man.
The principal was the "white wolf" who set the fire. Two or three days later, Lu Zhaopeng said to the restless Platoon Leader Yang after dinner: "Platoon Leader Yang can strategize on the battlefield only if he can gallop on paper."
"Kill two sets." Platoon leader Yang quickly listed a list of arsonists for review.
Bai Jiaxuan's lungs almost exploded after hearing the summons. He was not afraid of being involved in the fire case, nor was he afraid of being wronged. The main reason was that he couldn't bear such an insult. When Lu Zilin summoned him in an extremely sympathetic tone, Bai Jiaxuan was having sex at his house.
Smoking hookah at the large square table in the hall, he knocked the hookah on the table with a thud: "This Henan egg is blind, isn't it?" Lu Zilin said: "Go and explain it to Platoon Leader Yang, and I will explain it to him. You
Don't be too hard on yourself - he's a monkey with a sore throat. If he's in a hurry, he'll catch anyone." After saying that, three soldiers with guns walked in outside the door: "There's also Bai Xiaowen, he's also a good guy.
Those who write, let’s walk together.”
The Bai family father and son walked out, accompanied by Lu Zilin, followed by three soldiers with guns. Bai Jiaxuan looked at the pedestrians in Bailu Town who stopped to watch. The insult to his face had made him pale, and he straightened his back even more.
The children were walking. Platoon Leader Yang said to Bai Jiaxuan and his son in his temporary house: "Don't panic. Just leave your handwriting." Then he led them and his son into a classroom with a pot of red clay on the table.
There was a broomstick soaked in the mud in the basin. The walls of the classroom were already covered with words, all of which were "The white wolf who set fire to the grain table". Bai Jiaxuan angrily picked up the broom dipped in mud and wrote
Bai Xiaowen also wrote the same line below. After Bai Jiaxuan finished writing, he couldn't help but ask: "As the saying goes, catch the thief and catch the stolen goods, and catch the adulterer and catch the couple. Boss, why do you have to treat me so badly?" Platoon Leader Yang also said angrily.
He said: "How can I abuse you? Asking you to write a few words is considered a abuse of you." Bai Jiaxuan sneered and said: "What kind of words do you write? Is it a couplet for a red event or a flag for a funeral?" Platoon Leader Yang suddenly turned around.
Staring at Bai Jiaxuan: "Speak more clearly and don't say you are a bullshit clan leader or official. If you dare to say any more nonsense, I will shoot you down..." Lu Zilin immediately advised.
Pulling Platoon Leader Yang to retract his gun, Xiaowen pushed his father out of the classroom and into the yard. Platoon Leader Yang chased him to the steps and was still shouting: "You are not a good person by posting chicken-feather posts to incite trouble and turn over farmers." Bai Jiaxuan
I feel even more angry and embarrassed when old accounts are brought up.
The fire burned for three days and three nights, with white ash flying all over the sky. A thick layer of white powder settled on the roof tiles and yards of every house. After the open fire was extinguished, the unburned grain piles were still leaking through the night.
There was a burning red light, and the whole village and fields were filled with the smell of burnt steamed buns. A sudden heavy rain completely extinguished the remaining fire, washing the leaves on the roof tiles and the tender autumn seedlings.
The ash powder on the leaves. After the weather clears, nearby villagers hitch an ox cart, push a wheelbarrow, and carry a kudzu cage to contain the ashes. The ashes of burned wheat are mixed with soil manure and then spread to the fields to make crops and crops.
It is an excellent fertilizer for cotton, and they are as eager to collect ashes as they are to deliver wheat here.
About half a month later, Platoon Leader Yang, who was stationed in Bailucang, came again with his soldiers. Platoon Leader Yang first called Tian Fuxian, the head of the township, and summoned nine townships from nine security stations and ninety-eight natural villages.
Officials, there is a meeting in the school in Bailu Town. Platoon Leader Yang walks with a slight limp, which is a bone injury caused by twenty military sticks ordered by the regiment commander. Platoon Leader Yang said: "The military rations burned in Bailuyuan are still there.
It has to be replenished from Bailuyuan. Burn it and then levy it. Tell him to burn it again, burn it again and levy it again. This time it is one dou per acre and one dou per man. Burn it again and add more." Someone begged: "Boss, the army needs food.
This principle is very clear. Since ancient times, soldiers have been raised by the people. They have also understood that once the grain is burned, they will naturally have to levy it again. It’s just that we have just levied a crop after the wheat harvest, and I am afraid it will be difficult to continue levying it. Should we levy it again after the autumn harvest?
It's better to tell the people..." Platoon Leader Yang interrupted him with a wave of his hand: "Don't say this slogan again. We will start collecting food the day after tomorrow, and they will all be sent to this school. Tomorrow there will be a market in Bailu Town, they will be shot and burned.
The white wolf of the Liangtai. Anyone who dares to resist the grain supply will be punished in the same way as the white wolf, no matter whether he is an official or a civilian."
The next day, in the wilderness outside the Bailucang wall, three people were tied to wooden pillars with five-flowered hair. Their hair was unkempt, their clothes were ragged, and their heads were drooped. They were actually dying. A huge crowd of villagers crowded in to watch the excitement.
More than thirty soldiers lined up in a row, raised their guns, and there was a sound of pushing and pulling the bolts. The posture was exactly the same as the chicken shooting performance. Platoon Leader Yang pulled out the box gun from his waist, and the gun handle had been replaced with a strip.
The new red silk was as dazzling as flames. His movements were no longer elegant but more majestic. He fired a shot into the sky. After a blast, dense gunshots rang out one after another. The three "white wolves" did not react at all.
They didn't cry or scream, and the onlookers doubted whether they were still alive before being shot. The gun hit various parts of their bodies, drawing out a stream of blood. They didn't even react by shaking, which made the onlookers feel that it was better to shoot them.
The live chicken scene is lively.
A few days later, a terrible rumor spread like wildfire in various villages and alleys. The three "white wolves" who were killed were actually three beggars.