Courtyard House: I only wiped out 30,000 Japanese pirates

Seeing Liu Shengyun remain silent, He Dajun became enraged and said, "Liu Sheng, do you also intend to refuse to serve the Imperial Army?"

Yagyu Yun naturally replied that he dared not disobey the Imperial Army.

He Dajun continued, "Liu Sheng, let me tell you, there are many advantages to being a puppet soldier. You get a salary, food, clothes, and the Imperial Army even provides you with a gun. How much can you earn in a month dispensing medicine for people in this pharmacy?"

"Work with me, and you'll earn at least ten dollars a month. If you do a good job, there will be bonuses. If you're bold enough, you can even go and wipe out the resistance thugs of Great Xia. How about it?"

Liu Shengyun stood there, his mouth opening and closing, his facial muscles twitching.

He is now Liu Sheng, a pharmacy clerk, not Liu Shengyun of the Special Higher Police.

He couldn't reveal his identity, nor could he refuse He Dajun's invitation, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and agree.

He could only lower his head and force out a voice from his throat: "Thank you, Captain He. I am willing to serve the Imperial Army."

He Dajun nodded in satisfaction, then said to Lao Yang, "Lao Yang, write me a notice saying that the puppet army is recruiting people, with excellent benefits, including food, lodging and wages."

[Ding! Yagyu Un has broken through the defense, granting the host 8 points for breaking through the demon's defense.]

He Dajun couldn't help but laugh. The Japanese had a lot of points for breaking through defenses. Why not give it another try?

Old Yang has already resigned himself to his fate.

Let this traitor say whatever he wants. Anyway, he's ruined everything in the store today. Writing one more notice won't make a difference, and writing one less won't either.

He went behind the counter, spread out a piece of paper, picked up a brush, and wrote a recruitment notice according to what He Dajun had told him.

The handwriting was neat and the content was very enticing: room and board included, ten yuan per month, with extra rewards for good performance.

After he finished writing it, He Dajun asked him to post the notice at the entrance of the pharmacy.

Old Yang's face turned even uglier.

He Dajun, that traitorous dog. He actually posted the notice here himself, what a bastard.

Baolin Pharmacy's reputation, built up over many years in Beijing, was completely ruined in an instant.

But he dared not disobey, so he took the paste and pasted the notice on the door panel. After he finished pasting it, he took two steps back and looked at it. He felt as if someone had stuffed a block of ice into his heart.

He Dajun spoke again, his tone light and casual, saying, "Boss Yang, I think it's best for you to post notices here. The people of Beijing these days only go to rice shops and pharmacies, so there's a lot of foot traffic."

"The notices posted at your door will be seen by the most people, and the recruitment will be the fastest. This is doing work for the Imperial Army, so you deserve credit."

Old Yang didn't say anything, but his guard was down again.

He stood there, staring at the notice by the door, with only one thought in his mind: he really wanted to tear it down tonight. Once He Dajun was out of sight, he'd tear it down completely.

Of course, that's impossible.

After He Dajun's wound was changed, Lao Yang wrapped up several packets of wound medicine and handed them to him.

As for the treatment and medication costs, He Dajun definitely won't pay them.

He took the medicine, stuffed it into his pocket, stood up, patted Old Yang on the shoulder, and acted as if to say, "I'm doing you a favor by letting you see a doctor."

Old Yang's face couldn't have gotten any worse, but He Dajun didn't care at all.

He walked to the door, then suddenly turned around, as if he had just remembered something, and said in a heartfelt tone, "Old Yang, I let you join the puppet army because I thought highly of you, and to save your life."

"You don't know, do you? The Imperial Army has already occupied Beijing. They're about to attack Shanghai, and then they'll move on to Nanjing. The Great Xia Dynasty is about to fall. Joining the puppet army is your only way to survive. Think about it carefully."

After saying that, he turned and left with Bai Ling. As they walked out the door, he turned back to look at Liu Shengyun and waved to him.

His tone carried a condescending intimacy: "Liu Sheng, come find me at the courtyard tomorrow morning. You're the first puppet soldier I've found. If you perform well, I'll make you the captain of the first squad. Haha."

Standing behind the counter, Liu Shengyun looked at He Dajun's smug face and really wanted to slap him.

His hand clenched into a fist under the counter, his nails digging into his palm, but he still had to maintain a respectful expression and bow his head to say, "Thank you, Captain He."

He Dajun laughed heartily, then said to Liu Shengyun, "Tonight, make some preparations. Have Boss Yang write more notices. I want to post the notices recruiting Imperial Army soldiers in all the rice shops and pharmacies nearby. The Imperial Army will definitely be very happy."

"I'll be richly rewarded. Haha."

[Ding! Yagyu Un has broken through the defense, granting the host 20 points for breaking through the demon's defense.]

"That's a lot!" He Dajun laughed again.

He then walked away laughing, the sound carrying far through the quiet alley.

He limped away, leaning on his cane, with Bai Ling following behind him. Their figures slowly disappeared into the deepening twilight.

Old Yang stood at the entrance of the pharmacy, watching He Dajun walk away, and the smile on his face vanished instantly.

He turned around and looked at Liu Shengyun, who was also looking at him.

Their eyes met briefly in the dimly lit shop, and both saw restraint and murderous intent in each other's eyes.

Old Yang knew that Liu Shengyun was working for the Japanese, but Liu Shengyun didn't know that Old Yang knew he was working for the Japanese.

But now He Dajun has just extorted money from these two people, and they can only endure it.

But anger is inevitable.

After hesitating for a moment, Old Yang looked at Liu Shengyun and said, "Congratulations, young Liu, on joining the puppet army."

Liu Shengyun nodded and smiled, then said, "Thank you."

At the same time, I thought to myself, what the hell is this?

……

When Bai Ling and He Dajun returned home and closed the door, Bai Ling finally couldn't help but laugh.

She sat on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), covering her mouth with her hand, her shoulders trembling.

I really didn't expect He Dajun's plan to be so ruthless. He extorted Liu Shengyun in front of Lao Yang, making the Japanese soldier work as a puppet army, and also making him report to the courtyard house as a squad leader the next morning, and even making him post notices.

Despite his furious expression, Liu Shengyun still had to bow his head and say, "Thank you, Captain He."

Bai Ling recalled Liu Shengyun's expression when he said those words and couldn't help but laugh again.

"Making the Japanese into puppet troops, what a brilliant plan." She wiped her eyes with her sleeve, took a breath, and said, "Yagyu Yun is probably cursing in the pharmacy right now, but he can't reveal his identity. He still has to report for duty tomorrow. Let's see how he handles it."

However, after laughing, Bai Ling's brows furrowed slightly again.

"What if Lao Yang doesn't understand what we mean?" She looked at He Dajun, her tone tinged with worry.

He Dajun sighed, sat down on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), and rested the wooden stick against his leg.

He said, "That's the only way. There's no other way. We can't exactly whisper to Old Yang in front of Liu Shengyun."

He paused, then added, "But as an underground worker, Lao Yang should still have this kind of sensitivity. If he had been working on this line for so long and couldn't even catch this kind of intelligence, he wouldn't be alive today."

Bai Ling thought for a moment and nodded.

He Dajun comforted him, saying, "If all else fails, we can check again in a couple of days. If Old Yang really hasn't grasped it, then we'll find another way to notify him."

Bai Ling thought about it and felt that this was the only way.

The two chatted for a while longer. He Dajun stretched and loosened his shoulders, saying he needed to rest and that he was going out that evening.

Bai Ling was taken aback: "Why?"

He Dajun remained silent for a moment before recounting what had happened at the execution ground that day.

He then said, "I'm in a bad mood. I have to go kill a few Japanese devils tonight, otherwise I won't be able to get over this."

Bai Ling was silent for a moment before saying, "Then be careful."

He Dajun nodded and said okay. Then he paused, looked at Bai Ling, and his lips twitched as if he was hesitating about something. Finally, he spoke up: "Wife, could you give me some encouragement?"

Bai Ling immediately asked how to encourage him.

"Give me a hug," He Dajun said. "A comrade's hug."

Bai Ling remained silent for a while.

The room was quiet. She didn't speak, but slowly walked up to He Dajun and gently hugged him.

He Dajun hugged her too. It was truly a comrade's hug.

It wasn't too tight, not too loose, and there wasn't much ambiguity.

It lasted for about ten seconds in total.

He Dajun patted Bai Ling's back gently twice, as if to say "Don't worry." Then he released her, took a step back, and said with a smile, "Thank you."

"I'm going to take a shower and rest for a bit. I'll go out around 2 PM."

"Mmm." Bai Ling nodded, but her face turned a little red.

This was the first time she had been hugged like this by a man.