Chapter 320

Under the leadership of two political experts with rich experience, the struggle between the 12th District Team and Yi Guandao began to undergo subtle changes. At the same time, the Third Regiment, the 11th Division Command, issued a notice to the lower-level troops to be vigilant of the cult organizations and mobilized the entire district to carry out political propaganda struggle.

The 12th District Team no longer uses bitter dissuasion. With the in-depth development of popular science knowledge display activities and literacy classes that teach cultural courses, many people unknowingly learned a lot of useful things, just like a self-motivation song, "knowledge is power". People who have always been influenced by the policy of fooling the people are easily exploited by people with ulterior motives. After learning from cultural courses, many people gradually began to understand the reasons for the formation of things in the past. Thunder and lightning were not caused by the mother and gods of Thunder and Lightning, but natural phenomena that can be followed by regular and natural phenomena. Rainfall and dew condensation, snow and freezing have reasonable scientific explanations.

Every day when it gets dark, the cultural classrooms divided into five villages in the base area are often crowded with curious villagers. Listening to cultural classes has almost become an important part of the leisure life of a considerable number of villagers after work. Boredom is a breeding ground for trouble, and sufficient spiritual life makes it much more difficult for Yiguandao to recruit disciples. It seems that those villagers are no longer the ones who easily follow the masters and have their own opinions in their hearts overnight.

The 12th District Team's health team was formed by the formation of two lesbians Lin Xinyu and Chen Jiayao. After a brief training, they began to pull the team deep into various villages and toured to treat villagers tortured by patients.

Lin Xinyu, who came from the regular health team of the Eighth Route Army, once participated in medical training classes held by traditional Chinese and Western medicine experts such as Bethune. Military doctors have always been experienced experts and experts. They know how to use the simplest method to quickly and effectively treat injuries. They are not easily restricted by hardware conditions and environments. And doctors from the countryside also have the conditions to go, and they can create the main conditions without the conditions.

Although the medical equipment brought to the 12th District Team was not complete, it did not affect the performance of the health team. The large number of traditional Chinese medicine recipes that have been proven can still solve a considerable number of patients.

Fast and effective solution to patients is like recreating life-saving grace to make the people grateful to Lin Xinyu and the others from the bottom of their hearts. The common people are the most realistic group of people, and they will treat them well. Lin Xinyu's health team has become the most popular team in the base area. Even if Yiguandao scholars come to seek medical treatment, Lin Xinyu and the others treat everyone equally and refuse to accept everyone. Even Yiguandao masters who have always disliked the 12th District Team did not dare to openly find trouble for the health team that lacks much combat effectiveness.

After the sunset gradually set, the villagers of Huaiyazi Village, one of the twelve major villages in the 12th District Base Area, carried hoes from the fields and led the oxen to return to the village in scattered manner. The chimneys in the village seemed to have agreed, and smoke from cooking stoves and the green smoke of firewood covered the entire village with a layer of hazy layer. The women in the village arranged supper and waited for the men who had worked outside for a day, such as Goudan and Maomao, who were shouting the nicknames of children at home, one after another.

The supper for the country people is very simple, especially during this war. Most people have developed the habit of eating quickly. The villagers who have been tired for a day have finished their meals in just a few minutes. After a break, they walked out of the yard in groups of three or three to start a rare entertainment after idle work. Except for a few people going to bed directly, other villagers choose to chat and do some casual work. Some villagers are rushing to the neighboring village at night to listen to the cultural lessons of the Eighth Route Army, and some villages go to Yiguandao’s Taoist altar to worship and recite scriptures to cultivate their character.

At the east end of Huaiyazi Village, it represents a dilapidated farmhouse next to a large locust tree in the village. Compared with the openly openness of other village households, the gate of the yard is still closed. However, the slight light revealed from the window frame indicates that the owner in the house is still at home and has not fallen asleep.

Several black shadows were extremely sneaking and approaching the courtyard. Suddenly, several villagers walked past the locust tree with horse lanterns. The black shadows were so shocked that they hurriedly hid in the shadows of the surrounding house walls. After the villagers walked away, they walked out of the shadows again and quietly leaped over the low wall and turned over into the courtyard.

Twist! ~

"Who?!" the person in the house exclaimed.

"Qi Laogen! It's me! Yang Hu!" He bent down and leaned against a person outside the door and lowered his voice, "There are also Li Guaizi and others from Erzhang Village."

There were whispering sounds and footsteps in the house. The door creaked a crack, and a thin monkey face was poked out. Looking left and right, the door was opened wider, "Mr. Hu, no one will follow you. Come in!"

Several people at the door of the house quickly entered the room and the door closed tightly again.

A layer of straw mat was once again covered on the window lattice in the house, blocking a little light. The messy house was covered with dust. There were some dilapidated farm tools piled up by the walls. There were a few mud bowls with oil and dirt on the short table on the kang. A small oil lamp was placed in the middle. The flames as big as beans were beating from time to time, reflecting the light and darkness in the house.

However, the four people entering the room did not look disgusted because of the mess in the room. They tightly surrounded the small square table on the kang and lowered their voices and talked.

"This damn 12th District Team, keeping us so tightly, it's not even enough to find a place to discuss." The man dressed in an ordinary village man and was obviously not very suitable for this rough dress, and his back was shaking from time to time. He was Yang Hu, the younger brother of a fisherman in Baiyangdian, Yang Bao. His brother Yang Bao was arrested by the newly established Yanling team because of his serious crimes in the fish countryside. He was shot and killed directly after public trial. Yang Hu was gloomy because of his gloomy thoughts.

Be cautious, the Yanling team did not catch him with evidence of his advice behind his brother Yang Bao to harm the fishermen, but he also lost the family wealth he had seized and the thugs who depended on him. On weekdays, Yang Hu always looked positive and renovated. Since Yiguandao entered the base area and went offline, he hit it off with the great immortals of Yiguandao. People who are familiar with him call him a smiley tiger privately, and he also liked such a title.

"This is the territory of the 12th District Team. How can you be careless? I have said that you can't be as ostentatious as Fu Yun. This is not the territory of the Japanese. How can you go to other people's nests to set up a temple? It's strange that the Eighth Route Army dares not go to the top of the country." Qi Laogen, the owner of the thin monkey-faced house, was full of unwillingness. He was originally a lazy idle man in Weiyazi Village. He was almost thirty and couldn't even talk to a wife. When the Japanese came, he also fled, and he had no courage to follow the Eighth Route Army. He was not popular with the villagers who were stealing on weekdays.

Once, the master of Yiguandao opened an oath in the village. When he was finished work, the master of Yiguandao talked to Qi Laogen intentionally or unintentionally. Qi Laogen, who was flattered, bowed to this master with gratitude and gratitude. The master treated him well and had one or two silver dollars pocket money every month. As long as Qi Laogen checked the movements of the 12th district team from time to time, tell the masters in the Taoist temple, or helping to bring some "little things" to others and other trivial things, maybe Qi Laogen is quite reliable in doing things and is smart and cautious. The senior brothers of Yiguandao occasionally reveal the news that there are Japanese support behind Yiguandao in their daily words. Qi Laogen doesn't care. It is a blessing to survive in this troubled world. Who cares about doing things for whom?

Qi Laogen's home naturally became a secret stronghold of Yiguandao. Usually, Yiguandao rarely comes to Huaiyazi Village to preach everywhere, so as to protect this stronghold.

A thick man with a fat face showed his yellow teeth and said viciously: "Recently, the 12th District Team is becoming less and less serious. Are we doing a big deal? Let's give the 12th District Team a look. It's better to blow up their battalion headquarters, or kill a few Eighth Route officials to warn him."

"Don't let it go! Master Ma Wu, you'll still calm down the fire. The Eighth Route Army has not dared to touch us directly now. It's because you haven't caught our handle. After you make such a fuss, the Eighth Route Army has the excuse of using force directly with us. We tear our faces apart, and we can't live a life even more." A tall young man dressed like a hawker turned pale when he heard this. He cursed the Ma clitor in his heart and didn't say anything about his death, but also implicated them. He also said all the good things to persuade him.

The 12th District Team is the most combative Eighth Route Army in Hebei, and even the Japanese dare not fight head-on. If it weren't for the extraordinary experience of the Seven Stars of Yiguandao and using the people as shields, otherwise they would not dare to fight against the 12th District Team holding guns.

"Now, those untouchables have been difficult to fool after listening to some classes held by the Eighth Route Army. We have to find a way to get back the situation." Yang Hu sighed. He did not expect that in just half a month, the 12th District Team got rid of the dilemma of disagreement in the people's thoughts and conflicts.

"Brother Yang's words are reasonable! We were leading the nose of the 12th District Team before, but now the 12th District Team is leading the nose of ours. I think we should pour some dirty water on the 12th District Team, hum! Let's see how they can cause trouble for us when they catch fire in the backyard." Li Guaizi, who sat aside without saying a word, suddenly spoke.

"Lao Guai, you and the smiley tiger are the most scrupulous here. You can do whatever you say you want to pour dirty water on them, and you will listen to yours." As soon as Ma Wu heard Li Lao Guai's words, he immediately became energetic. He was the kind of cruel person who likes to be vicious.
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