The Little Demonic Cultivator in the Courtyard: Borrowing 100,000 Japanese Pirates to Heal

Xu Jiande recounted what had just happened, which greatly surprised Bai Ling.

However, after hearing that Xu Jiande had given her money and told her to buy rice the next day, Bai Ling felt once again that Xu Jiande was truly a good person.

What a great person.

After finishing his meal, Xu Jiande put down his bowl, stood up, walked to the stove, and opened the rice container to take a look. There were still about thirty or forty catties of coarse grains left in the rice container, which he had brought back from the store in the past few days.

This amount of grain is more valuable than gold at the current grain price.

But even the most valuable grains will eventually run out, and they still need to be sold. No wonder the head office clerk said not to sell them for the time being.

After all, new grain cannot be bought from outside, and this little bit of grain stored up will not last long.

Xu Jiande closed the rice container and stood by the stove, thinking for a long time.

He remembered what the Blood Ancestor had said, the phrase "kill ten thousand Japanese devils," and the increasingly strong demonic energy and resentment in his dantian.

He thought to himself, even the Blood Ancestor probably didn't expect this situation to occur in the capital.

This is completely different from the Hua Jing that the previous demonic cultivators encountered.

In the afternoon, Xu Jiande followed Yi Zhonghai to continue the training for courtyard administrators.

This training was different from yesterday's. It taught the courtyard administrators how to cooperate with the puppet troops and Japanese soldiers and how to notify them immediately if they encountered suspected resistance fighters.

This is mainly related to the baojia system implemented by the Japanese, and also because the Japanese now have sentries in many alleys.

That night, Xu Jiande continued to go outside and kill Japanese soldiers.

The process remains the same: find the sentry, eliminate them, and then post a warning notice again.

This cowardly game, once started, cannot be stopped.

Whoever stops loses.

Of course, this significantly improved Xu Jiande's strength.

Even if you walk on the road, it doesn't count as the demonic energy you get from killing the Japanese devils.

In this city, the resentment that had accumulated over the past few days was growing stronger, complementing the cultivation of demonic energy.

His cultivation speed is skyrocketing.

That night, Xu Jiande was unaware that several large rice shops and wealthy merchants' homes had been burgled the previous night.

Of course, you could also say you encountered robbers.

These people were so hungry they couldn't stand it anymore, so they desperately tried to grab it.

Of course, almost everyone was captured; some were killed outright, and some were severely beaten.

Some were captured by the Japanese devils.

Seeing these arrested people, these wealthy merchants and rice shops that had been robbed, the Japanese soldiers were pleased, their plan had finally worked.

He thought that in three or four days, more and more residents of Beijing would come out to rob people, and there would be even more complaints. He would then launch a swift and decisive attack to restore order as soon as possible.

The people of Beijing will surely be extremely grateful to and loyal to the Imperial Army.

This is like cutting off the fuel supply at the root of the problem and then providing timely help.

Smash the old order completely, and then rebuild a new order as a savior.

They used this tactic in Northeast China, and now they're using it in Beijing, with the same results.

……

Strangely, Xu Jiande had specifically set aside some food for the woman from yesterday, asking her to come and buy it, but after waiting all morning, the woman never came.

This surprised Xu Jiande greatly, and he realized that something might have happened to the other party.

He might have collapsed in some alley, been shot dead by patrolling Japanese soldiers, fainted from hunger and been dragged away, encountered thugs robbing grain, or simply died for no reason at all.

Then those two children might also encounter misfortune.

It can only be said that in chaotic times, human life is as cheap as paper. Even Xu Jiande could barely protect himself.

Xu Jiande regretted it a little. He should have just given the other party the rice yesterday, or asked where the other party lived.

As for asking where the other person lives, they probably won't tell you.

In short, it's fucking awful.

Chaos, chaos, fucking chaos.

……

The courtyard administrator system began to show results on its fifth day of implementation.

Yi Zhonghai got up very early.

He wore his dark blue short jacket with the word "pipe" printed on it neatly, and the logo on his chest was wiped clean with a damp cloth, leaving no trace of dust.

Before leaving, she looked at her reflection in the water tank and smoothed her hair back.

An older woman asked him where he was going so early, and he said he was going to check several nearby alleys, a task assigned by the Imperial Army.

The older woman didn't ask any more questions.

Since Yi Zhonghai became the second administrator, he has been leaving early and returning late every day, sometimes not even coming home for dinner.

She didn't know what he was doing outside, and she didn't want to ask. Even if she did, she would just hear the same thing: "Military missions."

Yi Zhonghai first went to the temporary liaison point set up by the military police at the entrance of the alley, where two Japanese soldiers and a translator were on duty every day.

The translator was a local, surnamed Sun, who used to work in a foreign firm and knew a few words of Japanese.

Yi Zhonghai and the translator Sun were already quite familiar with each other. When they met, Yi Zhonghai first offered Sun a cigarette and then said that he was going to check on the few single-person households on the back street today.

Sun, the translator, translated his words to the Japanese soldier next to him.

The Japanese soldier nodded, stood up, patted Yi Zhonghai on the shoulder, and said in broken Chinese, "You've done a very good job."

Yi Zhonghai bowed and nodded, his face beaming with a wide smile.

Yi Zhonghai did not go alone.

He brought two Japanese soldiers and one puppet soldier with him.

The four of them walked west along Nanluoguxiang and first went to the first large courtyard house on the back street.

This courtyard houses seven or eight families, mostly rickshaw pullers and small business owners. With so many people coming and going, it's an easy place for people to hide.

Yi Zhonghai stood at the courtyard gate and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Everyone assemble in the courtyard! The Imperial Army is checking household registrations!"

People came out of the courtyard one after another; there were men and women, young and old.

Yi Zhonghai stood in the middle of the courtyard, holding a notebook in his hand, checking names and population information one by one.

When he came across a middle-aged man named Wang Dazhu, his pen paused for a moment.

Wang Dazhu moved in just half a month ago, saying he was a refugee from outside the city and rented the innermost room in the east wing.

Yi Zhonghai asked him about his background several times, and each time his answer was not exactly the same.

Yi Zhonghai wrote down all of these statements in his notebook.

He looked up at Wang Dazhu and asked calmly, "You said you're from Tongxian County. Which village in Tongxian? Who else is in that village?"

Wang Dazhu's expression changed.

He couldn't speak, his lips moved, and sweat began to bead on his forehead.

Yi Zhonghai turned around and whispered a few words to the Japanese soldiers behind him.

The Japanese soldier, carrying a Type 38 rifle, walked over, grabbed Wang Dazhu by the collar, and pulled him out of the crowd.

Wang Dazhu was pulled so hard he staggered several steps and almost fell on the bluestone slab. He cried out "I'm innocent!" but no one paid him any attention.

His landlady, an old woman in her sixties, huddled at the back of the crowd, not daring to say a word.

The Japanese soldiers took Wang Dazhu away.

Yi Zhonghai stood in the middle of the courtyard and said to the remaining people, "The Imperial Army said that anyone who harbors strangers is guilty of the same crime. This is a first offense, so your courtyard will not be held responsible. If this happens again, everyone in the courtyard will be arrested."

The courtyard was deathly silent.

No one spoke, and no one dared to look Yi Zhonghai in the eye.

Only the landlady, after Yi Zhonghai walked out of the courtyard gate, covered her face, squatted on the ground, and cried silently.

Yi Zhonghai did not turn back.

He led his men to the next location, walking quickly.

This wasn't just the case with Yi Zhonghai; it was the same in Shangcheng District and throughout the entire city of Beijing.

On this day, with the help of the compound manager, a total of more than 300 suspicious individuals were apprehended.

Of course, some of these people resisted, killing three Japanese soldiers, six puppet soldiers, and eight courtyard administrators.

On this very day, Xu Jiande almost met his end.

He found a suspicious person, hesitated for a moment, but finally pointed him out and had the Japanese soldiers take him into custody.

In fact, this was a test by the Japanese.