Chapter seven hundred and sixty-eight killing the chicken to warn the monkey
Yang Ling was a man who survived a battlefield like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. As soon as he stepped into the living room, Qian Fuming and other squires suddenly felt a strong sense of oppression.
Qian Fuming and other squires had to lower their heads under the eaves. They did not dare to neglect and stood up one after another to welcome Yang Ling's arrival.
However, when they saw Yang Ling wearing a tall military uniform, they were still a little surprised. They thought Yang Ling was a fierce and reckless man, but they did not expect that Yang Ling was so handsome and young.
"I'm sorry to keep you waiting for so long."
Yang Ling stepped to the front, looked over the squires with sharp eyes, and cupped his hands.
"Come on, Chief Yang is busy with official duties, so we should wait." Qian Fuming and others spoke one after another, for fear of offending Yang Ling.
Seeing that these squires were so afraid of him, Yang Ling also raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth with a calm expression, it was just right to be afraid.
"Everyone, please take a seat." Yang Ling stretched out his hands and pressed down, and ordered.
Qian Fuming and others wanted to be polite, but when they saw Yang Ling sitting down after speaking, they all followed suit.
"Huzi, pour some wine for all the patriotic squires." Yang Ling ordered Huzi after sitting down.
"yes!"
Huzi responded, opened the seal of the wine jar, and stepped towards these squires.
"Boss, we will do it ourselves..."
At this moment, how dare Qian Fuming and others ask a soldier to pour the wine for them? They wanted to lower their profile and pour the wine themselves.
"Huh?" But as soon as Qian Fuming's butt left the chair, he was glared back by Hu Zi, who was holding a wine jar in his hand.
Huzi followed Yang Ling in the north and south, and his hands were stained with the blood of a lot of Japanese. Although he was Yang Ling's personal guard, he had an aura of calmness and self-reliance.
Seeing that the guards Yang Ling commanded were so tough and powerful, the squires were even more afraid of Yang Ling. No wonder they were able to beat the Japanese in Qinghe Town so that they did not dare to come out.
"Everyone, I, Yang Ling, am new here and am not familiar with the local situation. I will rely on you for your help in the future. I will do it first out of respect."
Every move of the squires could not escape Yang Ling's eyes. Seeing their fear and restraint, he raised his glass and stood up.
"It should, it should." When the squires saw Yang Ling finish the drink, they all stood up and drank all the wine in their glasses.
Yang Ling and the others used strong liquor to entertain the squires. One drink made Qian Fuming and others' throats burn. However, looking at the serious face of Yang Ling, they did not dare to show it. Forget about the discomfort.
Seeing Qian Fuming and others feeling uncomfortable but having no choice but to endure it, Yang Ling felt extremely happy.
This was just a show of force he gave to these squires who were like grassroots. Who asked them to assist the Japanese? If they hadn't seen that they were still useful, they would have killed the chickens and warned the monkeys long ago.
"Come, eat the food, let's talk while eating." Seeing that the effect of showing off his power was achieved, Yang Ling also started to invite everyone to eat.
What Yang Ling and the others served to entertain the squire were simple meals, fried shredded potatoes, boiled wild vegetables, etc. There was not even a piece of meat, and the staple food was brown rice.
For these country gentry, whose families own shops and have hundreds of acres of fertile land, this meal is really hard to swallow, but Yang Ling ate it with relish.
"Why, the food doesn't taste good?"
Seeing that the squires were sitting still, Yang Ling raised his head and asked.
"no no......"
Faced with Yang Ling's sharp gaze, Qian Fuming and others dared not to eat, and started picking up vegetables to eat.
But these meals that they usually gave to their servants, now they were allowed to eat them, were simply tasteless, and every one of them had a bitter look on their face.
"Eat, eat more. I asked the cooking team to prepare these meals. I don't get so many good things on weekdays." Yang Ling greeted them and ate with relish.
Although Qian Fuming and others knew that Yang Ling definitely didn't ask them to come here just for the simple meal, but Yang Ling rambled on without explaining the purpose of letting them come, so they could only eat with Yang Ling and didn't dare to ask.
"Are you the rich man Wang?" Yang Ling asked a potbellied middle-aged man sitting next to him while eating.
"I don't want to be a rich man, I just have a small amount of money..."
"Two pawnshops, a loan bank, and two hundred acres of fertile land. How many tenants are there?" Yang Ling turned to ask Wang Huzi, who was standing like a door god.
"Fifteen households—" Wang Huzi replied with a deliberately serious face.
"That's right, with so much property, how can it be considered a small amount of wealth? I'm humble, I'm humble." Yang Ling said with a smile.
Although Yang Ling was smiling, the wealthy man from Dawangzhuang was sweating all over his back. He had even figured out his own family's financial situation. What did he want to do?
While Yang Ling was fighting the Japanese these days, he did not forget to send people to investigate the distribution of these nearby forces and some information about wealthy households. Now he naturally had it at his fingertips.
"I heard that you sent a lot of pigs, sheep, food and oceans to the Japanese in Qinghe Town a few days ago to express condolences, right?" Yang Ling stared at Rich Man Wang and asked with a smile,
As soon as Yang Ling finished speaking, Mr. Wang was so frightened that he slipped down from his chair and knelt down in front of Yang Ling.
"Sir Yang, the Japanese forced me to do that. If I don't give them anything, they will kill my whole family. I am patriotic..."
Seeing the rich man Wang kneeling on the ground and complaining, the squires sitting around the table were so frightened that sweat broke out on their foreheads. They also gave many things to the Japanese.
After all, the guerrillas were defeated by the Japanese some time ago and disappeared. They thought the guerrillas were finished, so they went to curry favor with the Japanese.
Who would have known that the guerrillas were back again and had such a powerful leader who beat the Japanese to a pulp.
Now they are filled with regrets. They just gave things to the Japanese in a big way, but now that someone has caught them, they don't even have a chance to explain.
"Get up, get up, I'm not blaming you, why are you kneeling down?"
Yang Ling said and pulled the frightened wealthy man back to his chair. Although Yang Ling still had a smile on his face, Qian Fuming and other squires were now frightened.
"These little devils are all sons of bitches. They have done all kinds of bad things. I can understand why they force you to donate money and food. Life is not easy for everyone." Yang Ling comforted the frightened Rich Man Wang with a smile.
"Thank you for your understanding, Chief Yang." Hearing what Yang Ling said, Rich Man Wang also breathed a sigh of relief.
However, Yang Ling soon changed the topic and said meaningfully: "Donating money and food to the Japanese is treason and endangering the enemy, and you will be shot."
"Sir Yang, Chief Yang, I don't dare anymore, I don't dare anymore, please spare my life, Chief Yang." Rich Man Wang said and knelt down again.
Yang Ling was so surprised that the squires present had their hearts in their throats and almost knelt down.
"I'm afraid the brothers won't agree to spare you, but I think you were forced to do so by the Japanese, so I'll give you a chance to atone for your sins."
Hearing that Yang Ling wanted to give him a chance to atone for his sins, Rich Man Wang was so moved that he felt like grabbing a life-saving straw. He nodded hastily: "I am willing to atone for my sins, I am willing to atone for my sins...
..."
Yang Ling said slowly: "You see, our troops are having a hard time fighting the Japanese. We are in urgent need of military pay and supplies. This..."
"I am willing to give 500 yuan to support the army." Rich Man Wang replied hurriedly.
"Huzi, since the rich man Wang is not sincere, let's not be polite. He is a treason to the country and an enemy. Pull him out and kill him!"
"yes!"
"Sir, have mercy on me, have mercy on me, I'm willing to pay five thousand, five thousand!"
Wang Huzi looked at the rich man Wang begging for mercy, walked over with a sneer, and dragged the fat rich man out.
"boom!"
Soon, dull gunshots were heard outside, which scared Qian Fuming and others to the point of trembling all over.
"Tanzuo! I'm dead!"
Wang Huzi soon dragged the dead Rich Man Wang in, making Qian Fuming and other squire look pale and frightened.
They looked at Yang Ling and thought he was easy to get along with, but unexpectedly he turned out to be a murderous master, and they didn't dare to be careless anymore.