5-46 The big sword chops off the heads of the devils
As soon as Secretary Zhang winked, Township Chief Gao stepped forward and shouted: "Old Chengtou, what are you doing, the county leaders are here, do you still want to rebel?"
Old Chengtou ignored him and shouted to the villagers: "Children, do you remember who is buried under this slope!"
There was a commotion below. Every villager in Yezhuyu still remembers the tragedy that happened more than sixty years ago, because buried under this hillside are their ancestors, a total of 328 people, starting from the age of eighty.
From the elderly to the nursing children, all were shot by the Japanese with machine guns, and those who survived were stabbed with bayonets. By the time the villagers who had survived arrived from elsewhere, the entire threshing floor had become a hell of a Shura, and the blood was everywhere.
The land was soaked. However, Yezhuyu has not recovered its strength after experiencing the massacre. It has withered from a prosperous administrative village during the Republic of China to the natural village it is now.
"Remember, those buried are the elders of our village!" Someone below responded loudly.
"Yes, our elders from Yezhuyu are buried down there. How did they die?" Old Chengtou continued to shout angrily.
"He was killed by the stupid Japanese devils!"
At this time, Secretary Zhang's face was already a little ugly, Deputy County Magistrate Tang also showed an anxious look, and the comrades of the Provincial Foreign Affairs Office were also at a loss. Mayor Gao wanted to say something, but when he saw Old Chengtou's hand
The steel fork, swallowed the words again.
Lao Chengtou suddenly pointed at Hashimoto Takayoshi, almost poking his nose with his finger, and shouted loudly: "The beast who ordered the killing of the 328 people in Yezhuyu is here! What a shame!
What kind of monument do you want to build? Just dream!"
The crowd below was excited. Some people began to yell and curse, and some began to cry. However, after all, the township head and county leaders were there, and no one rushed up to beat anyone. At least the people above him breathed a sigh of relief.
Hashimoto Takayoshi looked at Lao Chengtou with cold eyes, his face unchanged and calm, but Ono Kōsō next to him was extremely nervous, with sweat dripping from his forehead.
Deputy County Magistrate Tang stepped forward and persuaded: "Old man, the Anti-Japanese War has ended long ago, and Japan has surrendered. We, the Chinese and Japanese people, are all victims of the war. Let the past happen. Mr. Hashimoto is here.
Our county is an investment company, and as a member of our Nantai County, you must show the grace to entertain international friends."
Secretary Zhang and others secretly pointed their thumbs up and praised Deputy County Magistrate Tang for his eloquence. Several small cadres who were watching his words even gave him a few sparse slaps, but no one responded, so they put their hands down in embarrassment.
Old Chengtou said: "The little Japanese surrendered a long time ago. I know this, otherwise he would have been stabbed to death by a fork! If the war is not fought, this revenge must not be forgotten. The little Japanese wolf is ambitious and will take advantage of the opportunity.
Those who would bite China and any international friends are all lies, I never believe that!"
There was a burst of applause below, and a dozen young men clapped their hands and cheered loudly. They were tourists from the city.
The scene was a little out of control. All the leaders present looked at Secretary Zhang's face. Secretary Zhang's face was gloomy and he didn't speak. He just stroked his livid chin with his hand. All the top leaders in the county knew that Secretary Zhang would punish someone as soon as he touched his chin.
Sure enough, he said to the county public security director who accompanied him on the security mission: "Old Xing, please solve this matter."
Lao Xingma called two uniformed public security officers and was about to go up to arrest them. Suddenly Ono Gengzo, who had been silent for a long time, stepped forward and stopped the public security officers. Then he made a move that surprised everyone.
The chief actually knelt down on his knees and kowtowed respectfully to Old Chengtou.
The surrounding area was silent, and everyone's eyes were focused on Ono Gengzo. Even the old Chengtou was a little surprised, but he did not reach out to help the short Japanese, but looked down at him from a high position.
Ono had tears streaming down his face and spoke in Japanese. The translator quickly communicated: "Old sir, President Ono, please show him this kettle."
Old Chengtou nodded silently, untied the military kettle and handed it to Ono for farming. Ono kowtowed again gratefully, took the kettle and looked at it carefully. The three characters "Ono Jun" on it could still be clearly identified, which was the name of his late father.
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Ono held the kettle to his chest, with tears in his nose and said excitedly: "This is my father's relic. Please be sure to sell this kettle to me. The price is whatever you want."
After listening to the translation, Old Chengtou looked at him coldly and said proudly: "This is my trophy, I won't sell it."
Ono Kōsō raised a finger and said: "One million yen!"
The translator was afraid that Old Chengtou would not be able to figure out the Japanese yen exchange rate, so he quickly said: "Mr. Ono has offered 60,000 RMB. Sir, please consider it carefully!"
Old Chengtou still shook his head.
"Two million yen!" Kosho Ono stretched out two fingers again.
Old Chengtou still dismissed it.
"Three million yen!" Ono gritted his teeth and quoted a staggering price. Three million yen, which is equivalent to close to 200,000 RMB. The entire Yezhuyu Valley couldn't get this price by selling iron, but the old man
Cheng Tou refused to give up.
The county leaders were so impatient that they wanted to jump out and make a decision for Old Chengtou immediately. But with Japanese friends present, they couldn't make the decision for the old man. However, several leaders had already made up their minds. No matter what means they used, they would definitely succeed.
I want this kettle to be returned to its original owner.
Seeing Ono Gengzo's helpless look, Lao Chengtou sighed and said: "I think you are a filial son, so I will give you this kettle as a memory. I have another thing here. You will definitely want to buy it even more after seeing it.
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After that, he walked straight to the east end of the village. After hearing what the translator said, Ono Kosaku still couldn't believe it. This old Chinese man had such a weird temper. He actually gave the kettle to himself for free even if he didn't give up 3 million yen. He turned around.
Glancing at his adoptive father, Takayoshi Hashimoto, the old man had a gloomy face and said nothing, with a knot between his brows. He immediately understood that this was probably what his adoptive father often talked about, the backbone of the Chinese people.
After the kettle incident was resolved, the county leaders breathed a sigh of relief and secretly praised the old man for his general knowledge and for not embarrassing the Chinese people.
Ono pushed his wheelchair and followed Lao Chengtou's footsteps. The translator and others followed closely behind. The county leaders had no choice but to follow. This situation made Secretary Zhang very uncomfortable. The situation was actually disturbed by an old country man.
Control, I am a dignified county parent and official following behind to make soy sauce, hum, for the sake of international friends, I will bear it.
Leader Lao Cheng led everyone to Commander Zhao's grave, pointed at the skeleton and said, "These are your father's bones."
Ono Gengzo was stunned. It really took no effort to find the place after breaking through iron shoes. He actually saw the body of his father who died in a foreign country, and it was so well preserved.
He knelt down in front of the skeleton with a plop and cried loudly. When his father left his hometown for an expedition to China, he was still in his infancy. His memories of his father were preserved in photo albums and mother's narrations. Finally one day, the distance between him and his father was so great.
Being so close really gave him mixed feelings.
The skeleton is kneeling, with iron wire wrapped around its neck. It can be seen that it was beheaded before birth. There is also an oval rusty iron piece hanging around its neck. If you wipe off the rust and look at it yourself, it will be vaguely visible.
Identify Ono Jun's name and unit number.
Hashimoto Takayoshi has recognized that this is the remains of Ono Shun, and there is absolutely no mistake, because the tomb in front of it is the body of the anti-Japanese bandit leader Zhao Ziming. Zhao Ziming's head was hung on the county flagpole by himself. One day
Suddenly it disappeared. It turned out that it had been stolen and buried here.
Ono Kozo cried for a while, and the other senior members of the search group also cried. Just when he was about to ask for his father's remains again, Hashimoto Takayoshi stopped him with his eyes and said to Secretary Zhang: "This is what we are looking for on this trip.
Please be sure to return the things. We are willing to invest and set up businesses in your county, please."
This was what Secretary Zhang was waiting for, and he immediately conveyed it through the translator: "Mr. Hashimoto and Mr. Ono, please rest assured that returning war remains is an internationally accepted practice. We will definitely comply with it, and the monument will be built according to the original plan."
Then Mayor Gao came forward to do work for Lao Chengtou and the villagers of Yezhuyu. Lao Chengtou said on the spot that he could give corpses and kettles, but he only had one condition, that old Japanese Hashimoto should be buried in Commander Zhao's grave.
Kowtow three times in front.
The translator conveyed Old Cheng's meaning tactfully. Before the Japanese friends could get angry, Secretary Zhang was annoyed. As the secretary of the county party committee, he was already very restrained. Unexpectedly, this stubborn old man from the countryside refused to give him face and insisted on insisting on it.
Friends who live in Japan will tell you that this old guy is a dog.
Secretary Zhang immediately ordered that Old Chengtou be controlled and the skeleton taken away.
The public security officers came forward to arrest Lao Chengtou. Now the villagers of Yezhuyu were unwilling. They all surrounded him with a roar. Lao Chengtou was the eldest man in Yezhuyu and the patriarch of the village. He was highly respected and strong-willed.
, fought against the Japanese and the Kuomintang back then, and sacrificed the lives of his sons and grandsons for the country. He is still working hard to provide food and clothing for the villagers. He goes hunting in the mountains every day and exchanges wild boar meat for teachers in the village primary school. The county leaders do not treat him as such.
He took it seriously, and the villagers worshiped the old man as a mountain god.
Several public security officers were also frightened. This was not a county town and they could call for support at any time. The people in the mountains were tough and tough, and they really couldn't be offended. In the past, hundreds of police officers had to be dispatched to rescue a trafficked female college student in the mountains. This time the situation was different.
It's even more serious than last time. These Japanese devils are really evil. They insist on building some kind of monument on someone's ancestral grave. This is simply more outrageous than digging up someone's ancestral grave.
Liu Ziguang was watching from the beginning to the end. Everything that Old Chengtou did was polite and courteous, which made him admire him. However, what the county leaders did was disgusting. For the sake of so-called political achievements, he could forget his ancestors and history. He tolerated it again and again.
Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore and led his men to protect Lao Chengtou. At this moment, it was as if history was repeating itself. The villagers protected the cadres of the Eighth Route Army and faced off against the Japanese puppet troops, but the roles seemed a bit misplaced.
A conflict was about to break out, and Mayor Gao was in trouble. No one would appreciate it. The angry mountain residents surrounded the county leaders and Japanese friends. The accompanying staff pressed their cell phones desperately, but there was no signal at all.
, the villagers of Yezhuyu encircled the invaders and their accomplices in pocket formations, just as they did seventy years ago.
In desperation, old man Hashimoto took action. He said in Mandarin with a slight Northeastern accent: "Cheng Sang, I want to talk to you."
Old Hashimoto's Chinese was quite standard, even more fluent than that of Mayor Gao. Everyone was shocked. This old devil didn't need an interpreter at all. So he had heard the conversation of the county leaders just now! This old guy was simply speechless.
At once
He was playing everyone under his control. He must have done it on purpose, to stir up the nerves of these villagers and to embarrass the county leaders!
Hashimoto Takayoshi looked at Secretary Zhang and others with undisguised disdain, and said to Old Cheng, "Cheng Sang, I have always wanted to know, who stole Zhao Ziming's head? Who ambushed the gendarmerie?"
Who? Who is the person who shot and wounded me? Can you tell me the answer?"
Old Chengtou raised his head proudly: "I was the one who asked Commander Zhao to take away the head. I am the one who ambushed the gendarmerie. I was the one who killed Ono Jun. I was also the one who shot you with a black gun. It's a pity that the shot missed."
, otherwise there would be two skeletons kneeling in front of Commander Zhao’s grave today.”
Hashimoto Takayoshi nodded deeply, looking at the enemy who had been entangled with him all his life but had never met before. He didn't know what force made him stand up, looked around the crowd and said: "My name is Hashimoto Takayoshi, Taisho Go.
I was born in Manchuria in 2001. In the 11th year of the Showa era, I went into the hinterland with the dispatched troops and served as the captain of the military police squad. I killed fifty-eight bandits. More than three hundred villagers in Yezhuyu were killed under my order. Regarding this, I
I have no regrets. In that war, the Japanese Empire was not defeated by you people, but by the Americans. You did not win sixty years ago, and you are not winning now! Since the Meiji Restoration, you will never be able to catch up.
Japan is here, wake up!"
There was an uproar again below, and there was a lot of curses. Even Secretary Zhang felt that he couldn't keep his face. This old devil didn't give him any face. It was easy to make a deal, but it was over. He insisted on talking about irrelevant things and made the matter bigger. Investment.
Things are definitely going to be bad!
A group of young men came up to beat old Japanese Hashimoto, but they were stopped by Old Chengtou. The old man said coldly: "Let him say it, so as to remind our people that these are the real Japanese!"
Hashimoto Takayoshi said what he had been holding in his heart for a long time. He seemed to be very happy. He raised his finger on old Cheng's head and said, "Cheng Sang, I have always had a wish. I want to learn your kung fu without a gun.
Use your sword and duel like a true samurai."
Old Chengtou said: "Okay, I promise you!"
He turned around and shouted: "Children, get my knife!"
Mao Hai led a group of young men and rushed home, carrying a broad-backed machete tied with red silk. Ono Kosaku also took out a beautifully decorated tachi from his luggage and gave it to his adoptive father with both hands.
It seemed that they had planned it for a long time. Secretary Zhang suddenly felt that he was being treated like a fool. This old devil was not here to invest at all, but to take revenge! He wanted to take care of it, but he couldn't get in the way. In this century-spanning situation,
In the face of the deep hatred and hatred, the official position of the county party committee secretary was as useless as sesame seeds and mung beans. The situation was completely out of control. The only thing he could do was to be a witness.