Nightmare Attack

In response to this, Fatty noticed that the doctor, who had never suffered any losses, was unusually silent. Then he put away the money, took two steps back, and bowed slightly to the boss, "Sorry to bother you.

"Hmph!" The boss stared at them coldly, as if he was worried that they would come up to grab the steamed buns. He stood next to the steamed bun steamer, holding a rolling pin in his hand.

Seeing Jiang Cheng and the others leaving, he spat at their backs, "Bah, what the hell!" the boss cursed.

Jiang Cheng and the others encountered the same thing three times in succession.

The last time, the grumpy boss even joined forces with some men from the kitchen to rush out, and the two groups almost started fighting.

There was no other way, so the people in Jiangcheng had to go around to another street. They didn't even dare to mention the Japanese people and just bought dozens of steamed buns.

This time the boss was very enthusiastic and gave them a cloth bag to put the steamed buns in. He also reminded them to eat them while they are hot, as they will lose their flavor when they are cold.

The boss was an honest, middle-aged man with a stooped figure and a soft voice. After Jiang Cheng took the cloth bag filled with steamed buns, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of the boss's trousers from the corner of his eye.

There are no shoes or feet under the right trouser leg. The trouser leg is empty except for a wooden stick sticking out.

The end of the stick that was in contact with the ground was very worn, and it had obviously been used for a long time.

After noticing Jiang Cheng's gaze, the boss retracted his legs apologetically, and at the same time subconsciously fiddled with his trousers, trying to cover the exposed stick.

"How did it become like this?" Jiang Cheng raised his head and asked.

"Well, I blame myself for my misfortune. A few years ago, the Japanese came to raid. I slept so hard that when I woke up, I was surrounded." The boss sighed and said, "They came to collect food, and we didn't even have anything to eat. Where can we find it?" Give them food, so "

"It's okay for me to have one leg missing. It's a pity that since they didn't even spare children and women, my youngest son didn't escape their search. They dug him out of the firewood pile and burned him to death like that."

The middle-aged man was relatively calm when he talked about his legs, but when he mentioned his children, big tears fell down. The fat man's eyes turned red and he couldn't help but comfort him, "My condolences." ,boss."

The boss wiped his tears and raised his head again. The determination in his eyes was shocking, "Although I have become a useless person, I sent my two remaining sons to the resistance army to kill Japanese people and fight with them. "

"Good job, brother!" Zhao Xingguo gave a thumbs up, "Now I have finally won and can finally live a good life. I think this store you opened with your two sons is good. Work hard and everything will be fine." Get better!”

It can be seen that the business of the store is very good, and there are many people coming and going. Behind the boss are two young people, one tall and one short, who are busy helping the boss make noodles.

Drawers of empty steamers were placed aside, ready to steam steamed buns. ơɱ

Hearing this, the boss smiled and said, "Yes, we finally won. It's a pity." He paused and shook his head, "My two sons can't see it anymore."

The fat man suddenly opened his eyes wide and looked at the two young people busy behind the boss. The boss who noticed this scene smiled freely and said, "These two children are orphans I adopted. My two sons both fought in the army soon after joining the army." died."

"Their company commander came to me and said that they were betrayed by traitors and surrounded. My two sons voluntarily stayed behind in order to cover the breakout of their comrades."

"We fought until the last moment, and no one surrendered. They went back to collect the bodies and found that every bullet was hit in the face." When the shop owner said this, he couldn't help but choke up, and the pride and sadness in his words were intertwined. , touching.

Before leaving, Jiang Cheng paid twice the price.

The boss said nothing at first, and finally borrowed a car and said he would take them back, but Jiang Cheng refused.

It is foreseeable that if the boss knew that this bag of steamed buns was for an Oriental woman, he would probably faint on the spot.

In the end, Jiang Cheng and the group turned around, changed directions, and walked back to the previous street.

Several Japanese women gathered together and were still at their original positions. From a distance, they saw Jiang Cheng and the others coming, and they stood up in unison.

Passing the steamed bun in his hand, the woman named Yoko took it carefully and pulled it, but it didn't pull.

Raising her head, she opened her eyes wide and found Jiang Cheng looking at her with a cold face and cold eyes.

Yoko's hand shook, and she retracted her hand subconsciously. Then, she bowed deeply to Jiang Cheng like a reflex, "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry."

Jiang Cheng obviously didn't say a word, but Yoko clearly understood and understood the suppressed anger in his eyes.

Just like the people on this street.

"Do you know why it took us so long to come back?" Jiang Cheng held up a bag of steamed buns and continued to ask: "Do you know what the attitude of these shop owners towards us was when they heard that the steamed buns were for you?"

Except for Yoko, the remaining women huddled together and looked at Jiang Cheng's group with fear on their faces, worried that they would be harmed.

Now they finally understood why Yoko only wanted food but not money.

Because money is of no use to them, even if they have money, they can't buy food in this gray stone town.

Although they are not the culprits, they are by no means innocent. They are involved in the quagmire of the war, and no one can survive alone.

Putting the steamed buns at their feet, Jiang Cheng and his party turned and left, "Remember our agreement, if I don't find you after I come, you will know the consequences."

Until Jiang Cheng and others walked away and their figures disappeared behind the corner. They were huddled at the back. Several submissive women immediately rushed up to grab the steamed buns in the cloth bag.

Only Yoko still stood in place, maintaining a bowing posture.

On the way back, everyone's mood became depressed. After the war, the entire Graystone Town was devastated, and the gorgeous and intact Feng family mansion looked very out of place in the town.

"Little brother, stay."

Hearing someone shouting from behind, several people in Jiangcheng turned around. They were a middle-aged woman wearing an apron, about 40 years old, with dark skin.

"Are you calling us?" Pi Ruan looked around and then at the woman.

"That's right." The middle-aged woman stepped forward, rubbed her hands, and said apologetically: "It was my head who had a bad temper just now. I didn't scare you."

After saying that, the woman pointed in one direction. Everyone looked along and saw that it was the store where they almost got into a fight over buying steamed buns.

"Actually, those Oriental women are not bad. Although people in the town don't want to see them, they will not take the initiative to harm them. Sometimes they are really pitiful. Some people will secretly give them some food while it is dark." The woman. Sighing, "Otherwise, how could they survive until now."

"Who else will give them food besides us?" the fat man asked curiously.

"Yes, I heard that they are from the Feng Mansion and will distribute some food to them when it gets dark." The woman said with emotion: "They say that Mr. Feng is kind-hearted and doesn't want anyone to suffer."