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

Seeing everyone looking at him, Wang Xiaoyong said in a serious tone, "After the Imperial Army enters the city, food is the most important thing. If the rice shops close, the neighbors won't be able to buy food, and if they get too hungry, something bad will happen. So, your job is very important."

Everyone then realized what was happening.

However, Xu Jiande instinctively felt that this was not the real reason, or at least not the only reason.

Of course, if the Japanese want you to open a rice shop, then go ahead and open it; you probably have no choice but to.

Seeing that Yi Zhonghai and the others were still standing in the courtyard without moving, Wang Xiaoyong's temper flared up again.

"What are you still standing there for? Waiting for the Imperial Army to invite you to dinner?" He poked at the corpses in the courtyard with his finger, spittle flying in the morning light.

"Those who want to die, stay standing! Those who don't, get back to your seats and have breakfast right now, then report to the steel mill immediately! Anyone who's late, don't blame me for not warning you!"

These words were like a whip lashing a flock of sheep.

The people in the courtyard scattered with a whoosh, their footsteps hurried as they rushed into their own houses.

Yan Bugui vomited until his legs went weak. He leaned against the wall and walked back, his face looking almost like a dead man.

He Daqing had just gotten up from the ground; the injury on his back was still painful, and he couldn't straighten his back.

In less than half a minute, the courtyard was empty.

Only the three corpses on the ground remained, along with a few greenbottle flies that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.

Xu Jiande also prepared to turn around and go back into the house.

"Xu Jiande."

Wang Xiaoyong called out to him. His tone was completely different from when he had scolded He Daqing earlier; it wasn't as harsh, and it even carried a somewhat ambiguous meaning.

"We'll come to your room."

Xu Jiande was stunned for a moment.

Aside from the five catties of rice money that the original owner owed, he and Wang Xiaoyong had no other relationship.

What good thing could it be if a lackey who works for the Japanese asks you to come inside and talk to him alone?

But he did not refuse.

In this day and age, going against the Japanese is not a wise move. Three people just died in the courtyard.

He nodded, turned around, pushed open his own door, let Wang Xiaoyong in, and then closed the door behind him.

Once the door closed, the room became dark.

A sliver of dim light shone through the newspaper pasted on the window, illuminating the cabinet that Jia Zhangshi had rummaged through the night before.

Wang Xiaoyong stood in the middle of the room, glanced around, and didn't sit down. He lowered his voice, and his expression was much gentler than when he was in the courtyard.

"Jiande, I'm telling you the truth."

He paused, licked his chapped lips, and then continued.

"Those Japanese devils... the Imperial Army are scum. I work for them, I know exactly what they're like. They kill without hesitation, you'd better be careful in the future."

He spoke in a very low voice, as if afraid of being overheard by others.

The expression on his face was neither boastful nor intimidating, but rather a complex emotion that was hard to describe.

Xu Jiande didn't speak, but just looked at him and nodded.

Wang Xiaoyong felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze and said, "I'm not telling you this to scare you. I'm telling you to be careful in the future. When dealing with the Imperial Army, you must never lose your temper."

"Also, in the Upper District, if you encounter any insurmountable obstacles, mentioning my name might help."

Xu Jiande was taken aback, unsure whether Wang Xiaoyong's words were sincere or not.

In the original owner's memories, this Wang Xiaoyong owed money for rice but wasn't particularly bad; he was just an ordinary gambler who liked to gamble, was talkative, and loved to take advantage of others.

I never expected that I would turn around and put on this dog skin and work for the Japanese?

And it became rare so quickly.

Xu Jiande didn't know what he had gone through, nor did he really want to know. Of course, he also removed this guy from his kill list as soon as possible.

He nodded and said very seriously, "Thank you, Brother Xiaoyong."

After all, the other party's intentions appeared to be good.

Whether it's true or false, saying such things at this time always carries a certain risk.

Seeing how cooperative he was, Wang Xiaoyong's expression relaxed a bit.

He took two steps toward the door, then stopped at the threshold, as if he had suddenly remembered something.

"By the way, there's something I'd like to discuss with you."

Xu Jiande's heart skipped a beat; he had guessed the main topic was coming.

really.

Then Wang Xiaoyong said, "I have a relative named Aji. He's quite clever and has clean hands, but he's currently unemployed. Isn't your rice shop short of employees? Have him help you watch the shop, and you can decide on the wages."

The words were spoken very politely, but Xu Jiande could tell that this was not a discussion.

At this critical juncture, Wang Xiaoyong first told him how brutal the Japanese soldiers were, then asked him to give his name to ensure his safety, before mentioning the matter of this relative.

There's a specific order to this.

Use both kindness and severity, and employ both soft and hard tactics.

It's the same old trick.

Xu Jiande gave a bitter smile to himself.

That old bastard may look like a lackey, but he's incredibly shrewd when it comes to getting things done.

In fact, many traitors are clever people, but their cleverness is mostly petty cleverness.

But on second thought, this may not be a bad thing.

Wang Xiaoyong is currently working for the Japanese, and having someone he arranged in his rice shop is like having a talisman.

"Okay, let him come," Xu Jiande said. "The shop is short-staffed anyway."

Wang Xiaoyong's smile widened as he looked at Xu Jiande and said, "Okay, okay. Please take good care of my relative in the future."

"Take good care of me?" Xu Jiande sneered inwardly, but showed nothing on his face.

After chatting for a few more minutes, Wang Xiaoyong opened the door and went out.

At this moment, the sunlight outside was brighter than before, shining on the three corpses and clearly revealing the blood scabs that were beginning to turn black.

Wang Xiaoyong stood in the courtyard, frowned, and then shouted at the top of his lungs.

"He Daqing! Xu Wude! You two come here!"

He Daqing had just poured half a bowl of cold water from inside the house when he heard the shout. His hand trembled, and he almost dropped the bowl on the ground.

He put down his bowl, limped out of the house, and forced a smile that looked worse than a grimace.

Schwold also came out from the backyard.

Some readers of "Birds Fill the Courtyard" may not be familiar with Xu Wude, but everyone knows his son, Xu Damao.

However, Xu Damao was not born yet at this time.

Xu Wude is now Lou Bancheng's private driver.

He usually lived in the backyard and drove a black car that was rare in those days. He was considered to be living a relatively respectable life in the yard.

But dignity is worthless in the face of a bayonet.

Xu Wude walked into the courtyard and looked at the three corpses on the ground. His face turned pale instantly.

He drove for Lou Bancheng and had seen a lot of the world, but this was the first time he had ever seen a dead person.

"You two," Wang Xiaoyong pointed to the corpse on the ground, then to the handcart parked at the alley entrance, "lift these three people onto the cart and take them to the entrance of the vegetable market in the upper district."

He Daqing's face immediately fell, as if he had been forced to swallow a bowl of bitter bile.

Xu Wood's expression wasn't much better.

The entrance to the market used to be a place specifically for beheadings.

Seeing their expressions, Wang Xiaoyong impatiently said, "What are you all standing there for? Do you want to stay here with them?"

His voice had returned to the same tone he used to use when he was scolding people in the courtyard.

He Daqing and Xu Wude exchanged a glance, bent down, one lifting his head and the other his foot, and picked up the first corpse.

The body had already begun to stiffen, its arms remaining in the twisted position it had before death, and when lifted up, the whole body felt like a hard wooden board.

As they tied up Black Tiger's corpse, a stench of urine mixed with blood assaulted their nostrils. He Daqing. Xu Wude felt a churning in his stomach and almost vomited on the spot.

But he held back.

I dare not vomit. Wang Xiaoyong is standing next to me.

The two men carried the first body to a handcart at the entrance of the alley, then came back to carry the second body.

When they carried the third body, He Daqing's back started to hurt again. It was from when the Japanese soldiers hit him with the butts of their rifles. Every time they used force, it hurt terribly.

But I didn't dare stop, and forced myself to finish the job.

The three bodies were piled on a handcart and covered with a rag.

He Daqing and Xu Wude pushed the cart and walked out of the alley.

Wang Xiaoyong watched as the handcart turned the corner of the alley and led another puppet soldier out of the courtyard gate.

After walking out of the courtyard gate and turning into the alley, I arrived at another courtyard after a few minutes.

The layout of this courtyard is similar to that of the one Xu Jiande lives in, with a front yard and a back yard, housing twenty or thirty people.

The courtyard gate was wide open, and the courtyard was filled with people, men, women, and children, all crammed together, the air thick with the same stench of blood.

Two corpses lay in the courtyard of this traditional courtyard house.