"Mr. Jiang, is it okay tomorrow? I didn't prepare for tonight. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info" Old Yamamoto begged.

Jiang Xiaobai smiled: "What do you want to prepare, tell your promise and see if you can satisfy everyone." ”

Old Yamamoto hesitated slightly, and said, "Mr. Jiang, the Chinese New Year is coming soon, and I plan to purchase 100,000 materials to donate to the villagers and express my gratitude." ”

After speaking, Lao Yamamoto looked up at Jiang Xiaobai.

"Don't look at me, see that I'm useless, you have to ask them if they agree! It's not up to me to decide this!" Jiang Xiaobai pointed to a circle of people around him.

Old Yamamoto looked at the villagers surrounding him, and all the villagers shook their heads. Jiang Xiaobai has already set a goal for them, if it is less than seven figures, he will definitely not give up.

"100,000 just want our ancestors to be blind! Little devil, are you going to beg for food? You look down on us too much!"

"Yes, this little devil has no sincerity at all, so it's better to bury him! Use the blood of the little devil to pay tribute to the souls of our ancestors!"

"Bury him, bury him......"

For a while, the sound of shouting to bury Lao Yamamoto was higher and higher, Lao Yamamoto was really frightened, and looked at Jiang Xiaobai nervously, he knew that only Jiang Xiaobai could save him.

"Mr. Jiang, they want to kill people, this can't be done!"

Jiang Xiaobai raised his hand and roared: "What are you doing! There is no royal law, right, killing people is to pay for their lives." Tell me, which of you wants to die?"

"I think! I'm not afraid of death! I've got cancer, and sooner or later I'll die! If I can kill a little devil before I die, I, Liu Guanghan, will not live in vain in my life!"

The characters arranged by Jiang Xiaobai began to appear one by one, and the first to appear was this Liu Guanghan. Liu Guanghan is 64 years old this year, and he was diagnosed with esophageal cancer a while ago. The family spent a lot of money, and there was no money left to continue his treatment, so he came back from the hospital.

"Little devil! I am your grandmother! There was a fat pig in my grandfather's house back then, and you little devils wanted to eat meat, so they came to my house to rob my grandfather's pigs. When my grandfather didn't let me, you stabbed him to death with a bayonet, so that my father never saw what his father looked like. ”

Liu Guanghan's story was naturally made up by Jiang Xiaobai for him. Jiang Xiaobai just knew that he was using money recently, so he wanted to solve a little problem for him.

Liu Guanghan, the old man's acting skills, are not bad, as if his grandfather was really killed by a devil, gritting his teeth, as if he was going to gnaw Lao Yamamoto alive.

"And me! If you really want to kill the little devil, I'll be the first to strike!"

Zhang Butcher in the village took out the pig-killing knife he carried with him and walked towards Lao Yamamoto. He pointed at Lao Yamamoto with the pig-killing knife in his hand, and said: "Little devil, my grandfather was a common man back then, and you don't know where to get the news, saying that my grandfather made a revolution, and he was stunned to divide the body of the five horses." If I don't dismantle you today, it's hard to solve the hatred in my heart!"

Butcher Zhang walked up as he spoke, and it seemed that he was really about to do something. Lao Yamamoto almost didn't pee, but fortunately, Jiang Xiaobai stopped Zhang Butcher.

"Uncle Zhang, you can't be so impulsive! You still have a wife and children to raise!"

"It's okay, I'll kill the little devil, I'll glorify my ancestors! My wife and children will be considerate of me!" Zhang Butcher insisted on rushing forward, but was stopped by Jiang Xiaobai.

There was a murderous aura on Zhang's butcher, which was raised by killing pigs all year round, and it scared Lao Yamamoto to get under the table of the Eight Immortals. He was really afraid that the Zhang butcher would slaughter him as a pig.

"I'm going to kill the little devil too!"

"I'm going to fight with the little devil too!"

……

More and more people stood up, all shouting that they were going to slaughter Lao Yamamoto, who was so frightened that he had already peed his pants.

Jiang Xiaobai turned around and shouted: "Old Yamamoto, what are you still stunned about!

Old Yamamoto gritted his teeth, knowing that if he didn't bleed much tonight, he would definitely not be able to leave here.

"I'm willing to give a million!" Old Yamamoto clasped his palms together, "I just ask you not to kill me!"

"RMB or yen?" Jiang Xiaobai thought about asking clearly, if it was a million yen, it wouldn't be much money.

"Renminbi. "Old Yamamoto didn't dare to play tricks.

"Is Mr. Yamamoto's generosity satisfactory to everyone?" Jiang Xiaobai asked.

"Not satisfied!" everyone shouted in unison, still shouting to kill old Yamamoto.

"Two million, two million is all right?" Old Yamamoto was about to cry.

"Are you satisfied?" Jiang Xiaobai asked again.

Someone was already snickering, and the two million came too easily.

"Then spare him, I think his sincerity is indeed enough, and this matter is not his fault. When his ancestors were ravaging the Chinese belt, he might not have been there. Liu Guanghan said.

Zhang Butcher also put away the pig-killing knife.

"I'll give you the money tomorrow. Ichiro Yamamoto stood up, "I can go back now, right?"

He wanted to leave Nanwan Village overnight, this place was hell, it was terrible.

Jiang Xiaobai said: "I'm not in a hurry, and I didn't let you give money now." Old Yamamoto, it's better for us to write clearly in black and white. Come on, I've got pen and paper ready for you, write. ”

Remove the offerings from the table of the Eight Immortals, spread the paper, and hand the pen to Old Yamamoto. Lao Yamamoto gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, and as soon as he finished writing the IOU, the leader of the reception team led Gu Xi and others to rush here.

Mrs. Yamamoto called Zhao Guanjie's secretary and asked the secretary to contact Zhao Guanjie immediately and ask Zhao Guanjie to come to the rescue. Zhao Guanjie was not in a hurry after getting the news, and called the person in charge of the reception team after a long time.

After receiving the call, Wang Yuan, the leader of the reception team, immediately ordered all the people to search for the village, and finally found Lao Yamamoto in the mass grave.

"What's going on?" Wang Yuan came up and asked.

Jiang Xiaobai said with a smile: "Mr. Yamamoto came here this time to pay tribute to the ordinary people of Nanwan Village who died at the hands of the Japanese army. We brought Mr. Yamamoto here to pay respects to the souls of the dead, and it was over, so we will go back immediately. ”

Wang Yuan looked at the offerings on the ground and asked, "Why are these offerings scattered all over the ground?"

Jiang Xiaobai said: "The memorial service is over, and according to the custom in our village, the offerings will be sprinkled." ”

Wang Yuan also turned a blind eye, anyway, Lao Yamamoto is now all bearded and tailed, but he looks a little embarrassed, and the rest is nothing.

"Okay, okay, what's the tossing in the middle of the night! Why do you want to pay the memorial at night? Not during the day! Go back, go back to sleep. ”

Wang Yuan yawned and escorted Lao Yamamoto away with someone. Old Yamamoto couldn't remember how he had gone all the way, and his mind was blank. (To be continued.) )