The moonlight was like water, and the Qian's courtyard was brightly lit and bustling, as lively as the Chinese New Year.
Qian Fuming was bargaining with Hu Biao, the deputy captain of the Anti-Japanese and National Salvation Brigade, in the living room to see if he could reduce some of the anti-Japanese taxes.
If he actually paid so much, it would be a hundred thousand dollars, and the Qian family's decades-long family fortune would really be wiped out.
Just as Qian Fuming was begging for some relief, the housekeeper burst in with an anxious look on his face.
"Master, master, it's bad, they broke into the backyard!"
"What!" The backyard was where the women lived. When Qian Fuming heard this, he stood up in shock.
"These guys are so fucking unruly, let's go and have a look."
When Hu Biao heard that his people had broken into the backyard, he also pretended to curse and stood up. He knew the virtues of the gang under him.
Now that they are out to collect money, he doesn't want to cause trouble.
Qian Fuming was also worried that something might happen to his female family members, so he hurried to the backyard.
At this moment, in the backyard, more than a dozen brothers who were looking for valuable things had already barged in. When they saw the trembling female relatives huddled together, they all had evil looks on their faces.
"Hey, you're really pretty, much prettier than those kiln ladies." There were five big and three thick men staring at these women, their hearts burning.
"That's right, we are all ladies, how can we be different?" Someone echoed.
These female relatives looked at these more than ten tough and fierce people, and they were also afraid in their hearts, and this fear made the people of the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade become unscrupulous.
"Oops, there are bugs in my clothes. I'll help you take them out." Some people who couldn't hold it anymore came to Qian Fuming's concubine and started to stretch out their hands randomly.
After all, they were all water bandits. Although they were fighting against Japan and saving the country, their gangster habits were still hard to change. Seeing so many beautiful women, I immediately wanted to tease them.
But Qian Fuming's concubine was also afraid. When she saw someone trying to molest her, she stretched out her hand to block him.
This block did not block her, but her hand was grabbed by the teasing man, and she was pulled into his arms, causing Qian Fuming's concubine to scream.
And the people around him were just watching the excitement and didn't take it too seriously. When they saw that he was taking advantage, they all looked for targets and moved forward.
When Qian Fuming and Hu Biao rushed to the backyard, more than a dozen laughing people were chasing Qian Fuming's family members, screaming and running around the yard. There were even female family members who were pushed to the ground.
"Stop!" Seeing his daughter being bullied, Qian Fuming immediately turned livid with anger and rushed forward.
"Go away, old man!"
The strong man with the scar shook his hand fiercely, and Qian Fuming fell to the ground several meters away with an ouch. He struggled to get up for a while.
Seeing this scene in the yard, Hu Biao, the deputy captain of the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Brigade, felt that it was outrageous. After all, they were here to collect taxes, not to have fun.
"Fuck it, stop it! If you want to go to the kiln sister, what kind of business do you think this is?" Hu Biao shouted to stop these brothers who were messing around.
Hu Biao did have some authority. With these words, all those who were teasing and teasing the women stopped one after another.
But they stopped. These tearful female relatives who were bullied had received traditional education since childhood. How could they swallow such humiliation after being subjected to such great humiliation?
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
"Hurry and hold her!" Seeing someone seeking death, Hu Biao also hurriedly spoke.
But it was still a step too late. With a thud, one of Qian Fuming's young concubines hit her head against the wall, and a large amount of blood gushed out. She fell to the ground and died.
"Ah! Liu'er!" Seeing his beloved concubine hit the wall and die, Qian Fuming, who was covered in mud from the fall, also cried and rushed towards her.
Seeing the weeping female relatives curled up in a ball, and Qian Fuming crying on the body of his concubine who died after hitting the wall, these people who had molested the female relatives also stood there at a loss and looked at Hu Biao.
Hu Biao's face also darkened. This time they also wanted to take advantage of the Japs' coercion in Qinghe Town and come out to fight against the autumn wind. Who knew they would be killed?
"Just cause trouble for me and see how I deal with you when I get back!" Hu Biao glared at these brothers who were messing around.
"That big shopkeeper Qian, I was not strict in disciplining my subordinates, which led to this incident. I apologize to you here." Hu Biao looked at Qian Fuming who was crying heartbrokenly and said to him.
He cupped his hands.
His most beloved concubine couldn't bear the humiliation and ran into a wall and died. Qian Fuming was so heartbroken now that he could not listen to Hu Biao's words.
"The deceased is the most important person and should be buried in peace. We won't bother you too much. Please prepare the money and food. I will send someone to pick it up in three days. I'm leaving."
As Hu Biao spoke, he waved his hand and ordered: "Let's go!"
After all, people were killed, so Hu Biao and the others had the good sense to leave and wait until Qian Fuming's anger subsided before coming back.
The indignant servants saw Hu Biao and the others were about to leave, and they all blocked the door one after another, preventing them from leaving. It was not that easy to escape without risking someone's life.
"Get out of here!" Seeing these servants blocking the way, the strong man with a scar was unhappy and pushed him away fiercely.
Facing these ferocious people, these servants did not dare to really stop them, and soon Hu Biao and the others went out.
"Brother Hu, where are we going now?"
It was so noisy, such a thing happened, and they didn't even eat anything. They walked out of Qian's house and didn't know where they were going.
"How many big households are there in Zhangjiaji?" Hu Biao asked.
"Zhang family, Sun family, Zhao family, Li family... there are five more."
"Let's go to Zhang's house. What a damn bad luck."
Hu Biao said and asked people to lead the way, and the group of people headed straight to Zhang's house. Soon the door of Zhang's house was knocked open again, and there was a lot of noise.
Qian Fuming, whose concubine died, had his eyes red and swollen from crying. Looking at the crying female family members and the messy home, he couldn't stand it anymore.
Besides, he would have to pay 100,000 oceans and 20,000 catties of grain. The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, but what could he do?
They have guns, but they can't beat them. Now the order in the occupied areas has collapsed, and there is no place to file lawsuits. Those officials are running away, who knows where.
Looking for support from the little devils in Qinghe Town? I'm afraid that's not possible. They are now beaten to the point of cowering in various strongholds and dare not come out, let alone come to Zhangjiaji.
"Go, quickly go to Xiaowangzhuang to find Chief Yang and let Chief Yang make the decision for us."
Finally Qian Fuming thought of the guerrillas stationed in Xiaowangzhuang, like a drowning man grasping at straws, and hurriedly ordered the housekeeper to notify Yang Ling.
"Sir, they are all members of the Ninth Guerrilla Column. I'm afraid it's useless to find them..." the housekeeper also reminded.
"You go first. If Chief Yang doesn't help us, then we have no choice but to find the Japanese to make the decision for us." Qian Fuming, who was now forced to have no other choice, said.
The housekeeper sighed and said, "Then I'll go to Xiaowangzhuang."