Period drama: Old Cao's carefree life

Chapter 8 That bastard!
He had been here for more than half a year, and this was the first time he had killed someone. Part of the reason was that he wanted to live a lowly life, and part of the reason was that he was also afraid of killing.

He wasn't born evil, nor was he a serial killer. Before he transmigrated, he was just an honest man who, under strict laws, had barely ever been in a fight.

Before I transmigrated, let alone killing anyone, even fighting was something I did back in middle school.

If he hadn't known that if he didn't kill these three people tonight, he would most likely be offered military credit, he wouldn't have made up his mind to kill them.

But for some reason, after killing the Japanese soldiers, a kind of inner awakening seemed to occur deep within me, and I felt a strong urge to kill more Japanese soldiers.
"Killing isn't as terrifying as I imagined. I'll try killing a few more Japanese devils when I get the chance." Suppressing his restless heart, Cao Weida forced himself to close his eyes and go to sleep.

I originally wanted to take the Japanese soldier out and touch his body, but then I thought it was too disgusting, since this was where he slept.

Moreover, it wouldn't be good to make a mess of blood everywhere.

The next morning, without the need for alarm clocks or roosters crowing, the sounds of various vendors hawking their wares filled the streets and alleys.

"Sweet water, sweet water from Yuquan Mountain! The old man smiles after drinking it, and the old woman is overjoyed!! Sweet water!! Delicious sweet water!!"

"Hey water seller, come on, give me some." Cao Weida, who was washing up and couldn't stand the bitter taste in his mouth, immediately opened the door and called out to the water seller.

"Greetings, sir!" Hearing someone call out, the water vendor greeted him with a broad smile and a bow. "How much would you like?"

"Is this spring water or tap water?"

"Sir, this water is spring water I fetched early in the morning from Yuquan Mountain, it's guaranteed to be sweet!"

Water is sold in two types: spring water and tap water. Tap water is more convenient to obtain, but the water quality is generally not good.

Spring water is troublesome to fetch, but it is clear, cool, and sweet to the taste. However, it takes time and effort, so the price is naturally higher.

"Okay, bring me two buckets and pour them into the vat." Cao Weida pointed to the water vat in the corner of his house, a common item in almost every household.

"Alright, here you go!" The water seller was strong and sturdy. He quickly picked up the two buckets and got to work.

"Man, that's quite luxurious." Duomen, who had just gotten up, was holding his toiletries and hesitated as he looked at the water vendor, wondering if he should get some for himself too.

Although we've gotten used to bitter well water, nobody wants to suffer all the time if there's sweet water available.

“Hey, I don’t have much money. More won’t make me rich, and less won’t make me starve.” Cao Weida didn’t want to stand out and attract attention, but he also didn’t have any masochistic tendencies.

Who doesn't want to enjoy themselves?
"That makes sense." Domen thought about it and agreed.

Besides, I just got some good grain last night, and it would be a waste to cook it with bitter water, so I paid for two buckets.

The water vendor was overjoyed, laughing heartily.

“Here, all four buckets together, keep the change.” Cao Weida tossed over a five-cent silver coin.

"Thank you for the generous gift, sir!" the water vendor said hurriedly, thinking to himself that today was truly a great start.

"Master Duo, Master Cao, good morning, need water?" San'er opened the door with a towel draped over his shoulder.

"Good morning, Third Brother." Cao Weida replied. There are quite a few people named San'er. There's one in the courtyard and another in the bureau. These days, it's easy to find people with the same name, such as San'er, Gou Dan, Zhao Di, and so on.

Duomen asked in confusion, "San'er, what's wrong? You don't seem happy. What happened?"

"Hey, don't even mention it, yesterday was all for nothing." San'er shook his head helplessly with a bitter expression.

"What do you mean?"

"It's that heartless bastard with the mourning stick!" Before San'er could speak, his wife stepped forward and said angrily.
"Yesterday, your patrol officers conducted a city-wide search, and that heartless bastard with the mourning stick extorted all the money my husband earned yesterday. He threatened to arrest us if we didn't give it to him."

"What can we ordinary people do but give it to them!"

"Uncle, you be the judge! We've already given you the monthly allowance, and you still bring this up? Are you trying to kill us?!"

Duomen frowned, but then sighed helplessly and comforted her, "Third daughter-in-law, forget it, just consider it a loss to avoid disaster. That's just how he is, just bear with it and it will pass."

Cao Wei Da also said, "Third sister-in-law, the mourning stick is so heartless, it will be punished sooner or later."

Mourning Stick, whose real name is Sang Liuji, is the patrol captain of the Second District of the Police Station, and is at the same level as Duomen.

He was a gambling addict and a heartless scoundrel. He extorted, robbed, and committed all sorts of evil deeds. That's why he was nicknamed "Mourning Stick."

"Yes, he'll get his comeuppance sooner or later! That bastard!" Third Sister-in-law cursed under her breath, but didn't dare to raise her voice.

As the saying goes, the common people can't fight with the officials. Although the mourning stick was just a small patrol captain, he was not someone that ordinary people like them could afford to offend.

If they bully you, so be it. What can you do besides curse them behind their backs?

Cao Weida shook his head inwardly. If things had followed the normal trajectory, Sang Liuji would have had to wait until after liberation before he was executed.

So what should the people who have been bullied by him do these past few years?
Despite being executed after the liberation, Sang Liuji has been living a very comfortable life these past few years.

He gambles at casinos, sleeps with women, and acts all high and mighty all day long.

Where did the money come from?

They were all exploited by the families he ruined and destroyed!
He always believed in one principle: justice delayed is justice denied!

Forget it, if there's a chance, I'll kill this menace. If there isn't, I won't force it.

He's not some innocent saint; there are so many poor people in the world, he can't possibly care for them all.

"Let's go, man."

After washing up, Duomen called out, and Cao Weida responded. The two of them, dressed in police uniforms that resembled those of demons and dogs, went out the door.

"I guess we'll have to search again today, I wonder when it'll end." Arriving at the police station for roll call and seeing Chief Xu Hancheng there again, he knew the search would continue. "Whatever, let them search," Cao Weida said nonchalantly; he'd already made his plans.

His eyes were constantly scanning his surroundings, searching for his target.

Upon seeing a Japanese soldier in military uniform, his eyes lit up, and he immediately ran over, saying, "Master Duo, please stay here for a moment. I have something to do and will be right back."

"Commander Ono, Commander Ono!"

Ono Oda stopped in his tracks when he heard someone calling his name, and looked at Cao Weida running towards him with a puzzled expression.

"Who are you, and what do you want with me?" Ono Oda's Chinese was quite good, although it was still a bit awkward to hear, but compared to most of the Japanese, it was much better.

Cao Weida did not answer directly, but looked around. "Commander Ono, my name is Cao Weida, a patrol officer from the police station. I'd like to discuss something with you. How about we find a quiet place to talk?"

Ono Oda glanced at him a few times, then nodded and walked to the corner first.

He was genuinely curious that a lowly patrolman had approached him wanting to talk to him alone.

Once they reached the corner, Ono Oda said with a blank expression, "Now you can talk, right?"

"Commander Ono, I heard you're from Osaka?"

Ono Oda raised an eyebrow. "It seems that Cao-san is very thoughtful, having even found out this much."

"But what does that have to do with you looking for me?"

Yes, of course we're related!

Everyone in later generations knows that you Daban people only care about business and not people!

Those Osaka divisions are said to be willing to sell even the Emperor if the price is right!

Of course, we won't discuss how much exaggeration there is, but it's enough to illustrate some points.

"Commander Ono, I'll get straight to the point. I'd like to be friends with you."

Upon hearing the word 'friend,' Ono Oda's eyes lit up, then he narrowed his eyelids and scrutinized Cao Wei Da with great interest.
"Cao Sang, are you sure you're not mistaken? You, a Chinese, actually come here wanting to be friends with a soldier from the Great Japanese Empire?"

Cao Wei Da remained calm and smiled, saying, "Commander Ono, there is an old saying in our country, 'Having more friends means having more paths.' We should make more friends and fewer enemies so that we can go further and wider in the future."

“We Chinese are known for our generosity, and I have come with sincerity to make friends with you.”

Without making a sound, he slipped a small yellow croaker into the other person's hand. Ono Oda glanced at it, and his eyes immediately lit up with greed.

For a local, nothing is more appealing than gold bars.

With just a gentle shake, he knew that this little yellow croaker was undoubtedly real.

He casually stuffed it into his pocket, and Ono Oda's smile widened considerably. "Yosh, Cao-san, I'll consider you my friend!"

"However, Cao Sang probably doesn't just want to be friends with me. Just say what you want to say directly. We don't need to beat around the bush. I've always liked to be straightforward."

Cao Weida's smile broadened: "Commander Ono is a straightforward person, so I won't hold back either."

“I have a friend who was asked to go to the military police headquarters to assist with an investigation the night before last, and he hasn’t returned yet. Could you please go and call him back as soon as possible? His wife is quite worried at home.”

"Don't worry, if he goes back, I will have a thank-you gift to offer."

Military Police Headquarters?
After pondering for a moment, Ono Oda asked, "He shouldn't have anything to do with the rebels, right?"

Cao Wei Da immediately assured him, "Of course it's alright. Don't laugh at me if I can't tell you. He came from the Eight Great Hutongs, and he doesn't even know why he was arrested."

“We are all law-abiding citizens, begging for food under the leadership of the Imperial Army. How dare we oppose the Imperial Army? Don’t you agree?”

"What's his name."

"Sun Dahu".

"Let me make a phone call." Ono Oda naturally wouldn't believe one side of the story. After making a call in his office, Cao Weida stood outside the door waiting.

A moment later, Ono Oda, looking relaxed, came out and said with a smile, "I've confirmed it. Sun Dahu was indeed asked by the Military Police Headquarters to assist in the investigation. Suspicion has been initially ruled out, and he should be able to go home before noon."

"Oh, thank you so much!"

"Don't rush. This wasn't something I helped by myself. The fact that things went so smoothly is mainly thanks to Captain Fujita of the Military Police Headquarters. You know what I mean."

"I understand, of course I understand. Don't worry, I'll definitely give Commander Fujita a token of my appreciation!"

Little Ears is absolutely willing to spend more money as long as the person can be rescued.

What's truly frightening is having money but nowhere to spend it; that's what you call being completely lost.

"Cao-san, do you know if you have any other friends who have been asked to be investigated? Do you want me to inquire about them for you?" Having finally encountered an opportunity to make money, Ono Oda obviously didn't want to stop there.

Cao Wei Da immediately laughed; this was exactly the effect he wanted.

"Commander Ono."

Ono Oda feigned displeasure: "Cao-san, you're being too formal. Didn't you say we're friends? Calling me 'sir' makes us seem distant."

"Yes, yes, Oda-kun." Cao Wei Da seized the opportunity.

(End of this chapter)