Volume 2 Chapter 11 The Wine of That Night (3)

  "Pshaw!"

  Before Jin Shunyu could finish cursing, Chen Zizhong let go, and Jin Shunyu couldn't stop herself from falling to the ground with a thud. The braid wrapped around her head came undone with a rustling sound, and a flush of red instantly covered her face. She abandoned her long knife, bit down on her braid, picked up an iron spear from behind the door, and stabbed it at Chen Zizhong's thigh.

  Chen Zizhong held up the chair to block the view, leading Jin Shunyu to the corner of the house, letting her see the flat water bucket and the overflowing water tank in the corner.

  "I am a guerrilla." Chen Zizhong took advantage of Jin Shunyu's stunned state, stood outside the door, dropped his chair, and lowered his arms, no longer resisting.

  "You're bullying me to death!" Jin Shunyu raised his gun and stabbed again, but Chen Zizhong didn't dodge, instead he looked up and muttered that sentence.

  Jin Xunyu raised his gun again, the muzzle less than half an inch from Chen Zizhong's Adam's apple, the oppressive chill seeming to cut through skin and draw blood. Chen Zizhong stared blankly at the doorframe, muttering that sentence over and over.

  Jin Shunyu stamped her foot and scooped a ladle of water from the vat, dousing Chen Zizhong's head with it.

  The spring chill is sharp, the water is icy well water, and a splash on the head is enough to induce a cold sweat.

  "I am a guerrilla." Chen Zizhong surprisingly still smiled and licked the water at the corner of his mouth.

  Splash, another dipper of water.

  "I am a guerrilla."

  Splash!

  "I am a guerrilla!"

  Chen Zizhong said a word, Jin Shunyu poured a ladle, and Jin Shunyu, who was so angry that his teeth itched, simply filled the wooden bucket to the brim and knocked it over Chen Zizhong's head along with the water.

  He took off his hat, shook his hair and wiped the water drops from his chin. Chen Zizhong bowed slightly towards the house and said: "Not yet? I'll pick some for you tomorrow."

  Chen Zizhong walked away, Jin Shunyu looked left at Xi Zhen with tears welling up in her eyes, and right at the sparkling water in front of the door. She absent-mindedly smoothed her hair, squatted down on the ground, and let out a loud wail.

  Returning to the residence, Chen Zizhong was caught red-handed by Pu Dongming, who patted his wet shirt and laughed: "Haha, Mu Guiying changed her tune today, singing 'The Water Overflows the Seven Armies'?"

  "You damned thing, how dare you laugh at me!" Chen Zizhong grabbed a quilt and wrapped it around himself: "If there's some wine and two more jars of water, we can hold on too."

  Laughter brought in Ding Rujin, as soon as he poked his head out, Chen Zizhong slammed the quilt and slapped his chest: "She's trying to get rid of me, I'll just take a bath. She wants to recruit a traitor, I have principles, I won't do that, I've made it clear to her, there are no masters in our daily life, but the hundreds of brothers in the guerrilla squad are more intimate than her own brothers."

  Ding Ru's face was expressionless, wanting to leave, Park Dong-ming patted him on the shoulder, letting him sit down, and his laughter continued unabated: "Haha, it seems that Chen Dabao wants to sing 'White Robe Crossing the River', I said Chen Dabao, are you going tomorrow?"

  "Go on, why don't you go? What kind of temper are we? The big boss of the guerrilla team."

  Chen Zizhong really thinks he's some kind of big shot.

  He went to Jin Shunyu's house again, the carrying pole and wooden bucket in the courtyard were gone, the door was tightly closed. Chen Zizhong listened carefully with his ear against the door, there were sounds of furniture being moved inside, guessing that they were blocking the door. He walked around the courtyard, the stone slabs on the ground were uneven, he found an iron pick and started chiseling at the stones, making a loud noise, attracting the attention of the neighbors who poked their heads out to take a look. After clearing up the courtyard, there were three layers of fences inside and outside, surrounding quite a few people. Chen Zizhong couldn't hear any movement inside the house anymore, he walked around the courtyard again, couldn't find an axe, drew out his dagger and left the courtyard directly, rushing towards the mountain valley with dense woods, leaving behind various complicated gazes.

  Not long after, Chen Zizhong came back carrying a five-meter-long, bowl-mouth-thick pine tree. The branches of the pine tree had been cut off, leaving only a bare and sturdy log that could be used as a beam. It was thrown into the yard with a loud thud, shaking the ground upwards. The villagers outside the yard whispered to each other, saying that the Chinese guerrilla troops were not simple, able to use bayonets to chop down trees.