Chapter 11 of Volume 2: The Wine Sentiment That Night (2)

  Park Dong-ming refused to show weakness: "What kind of talk is this? I'm a good man who doesn't fight with women."

  Chen Zizhong teased him: "Those girls are quite pretty, can't bear to part with them?"

  "We have discipline!" Pak Tong-myong threw back Chen Zizhong's shoes: "I inquired, the woman who took the lead was called Kim Sun-ok, she was Mu Guiying from Dae River Village, she had kung fu skills, last time when they surrounded and attacked, only the People's Army comrades hiding in her house were not discovered."

  "Does her family have a basement?"

  "I didn't even dare enter her home, I heard she kicked a guy's front teeth out."

  "Hmm, these young girls have some charm."

  "Don't call her a little girl, call her comrade."

  "They haven't even agreed with us yet, what do you think we should do?" Chen Zizhong nodded towards Ding Rugang: "Why don't we let Deputy Commander Ding go and have a talk? He's got some sense in him."

  Ding Ruogang turned his back on Chen Zizhong and didn't turn around, shaking his shoulders: "You are old guerrillas, I have to learn from you."

  Park Dong-ming also said that Chen Zizhong went, he is the captain of the squadron and also serves as a political commissar, mass work is the job of the political commissar.

  "Alright, I'll meet Mu Guiying tomorrow." Chen Zizhong lay on the kang with his legs stretched out in a big "da" shape, tugging at his whiskers: "I've practiced martial arts wearing open-crotch pants, and there's no one I can't knock down."

  Park Dong-ming's face was clouded with worry, and his eyes shifted away from Ding Ru's iron-green complexion: "You're not allowed to take action."

  "What? You let her push you into the water, but don't allow me to make friends with you through martial arts?"

  As soon as the sky was slightly bright, Park Dong-ming woke up. He was worried and wanted to remind Chen Zizhong a few more words, but Chen Zizhong's quilt had already collapsed, with no warmth inside.

  The sky was floating with rice grain-sized snowflakes, Jin Shunyu was dancing with a broom sweeping the yard, when suddenly a black shadow crossed over the fence and rushed to the corner of the wall.

  A wooden water-carrying pole and two wooden buckets were piled up in the corner of the wall.

  "Who is it? Don't mess with me."

  Jin Shunyu swung the broom to sweep over, but the black shadow set up a carrying pole to block it. With a reverse motion, it picked up two wooden buckets and Jin Shunyu kicked out with a flying foot, but was easily resolved by the black shadow's swift lift and sweep. Then, it flipped over the fence and vanished in the blink of an eye.

  Jin Xunyu chased out of the courtyard, the black shadow ran faster than a rabbit, she couldn't catch up, and angrily jumped her feet and scolded: "Starving to death? Can you eat a carrying pole?"

  For no reason, the household items were lost, Jin Shunyu couldn't sit still at home, carrying a long knife out of the door. She thought about several villagers, but couldn't figure out who had such skills to take advantage of her. Recalling that the black shadow was taller than the sorghum pole, wearing tattered clothes, it was estimated to be a lost bandit.

  She walked around the village twice, Jin Shunyu sulkily pacing back and forth. The wide open courtyard door scared her into a cold sweat. At home, only the daughter was sleeping.

  Rushing into the courtyard, Jin Shunyu heard a hoarse man's voice rummaging around inside the house: "Mushroom head, want to eat candy? There are two more pieces left, if you don't eat them now there won't be any more."

  Kim Sun-ok's daughter Hee-jin has short hair that reaches her ears, and Jin-soo calls her a mushroom head.

  Kicking open the door, Jin Shunyu saw his daughter-in-law with tears streaming down her face, holding a shotgun on the kang table, the unloaded shotgun pointing at the man sitting in the chair, who was crunching on sugar cubes, with a piece of watermelon candy on the palm of his hand, and several crumpled up sugar wrappers trampled underfoot.

  "Hee-jin, don't cry!" Kim Soon-woo swung his long knife, slashing and stabbing, but the man dodged, and the knife bit into the back of a chair. When he pulled it out, the man caught it with two fingers.

  Jin Shunyu snatched the knife with both hands, his body leaning back at a 45-degree angle. The man's face remained unchanged, his hand steady, repeating the Korean phrases he had learned temporarily last night: "I am Chen Zizhong, I am a guerrilla."