Meng Fei was suddenly panicked. When he was cutting the sheepskin just now, he didn't pay attention whether he had cut the main beam.
"I...I don't know..."
"If you don't know, something bad will happen! Let's go! Go to your house and find your grandfather!"
Afterwards, Grandpa scolded Meng Fei harshly in front of the second uncle, and finally picked up a big shovel in the yard and pretended to hit Meng Fei.
Seeing this, the Second Master quickly stopped Grandpa Meng Fei and said in horror: "Oh my god, big brother, it's not a big deal, it's not a big deal, just scold him, he's still a child!"
After a long time of persuasion, the grandfather finally put down the big shovel in his hand and looked at Meng Fei with displeasure.
After the Second Master left, Meng Fei stretched his head to look outside the wall. Seeing that the Second Master had indeed left, he approached Grandpa with a playful smile and said, "Grandpa, if the Second Master hadn't stopped you, would you have really hit me with the shovel?"
Seeing Meng Fei's playful and smiling face, Grandpa's expression suddenly changed and he said with a smile: "You little calf, you are so smart, don't be so naughty next time. This is so dangerous. If your second master was in the warehouse at that time, you would be screwed!"
"I understand, grandpa. I won't be naughty next time!" Meng Fei nodded seriously and stuck out his tongue.
"Don't think about that knife anymore. It means a lot to your master."
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"What, you little calf, you remembered it? I was almost killed by you because of it!"
Meng Fei scratched his head a little embarrassedly and said with a smile: "Hehe~ That was just because I was young and ignorant. Why do you still hold a grudge?"
"Hmph~ You little bastard, don't worry about it this time. I'll give you this knife."
Although he already knew that the Second Master was going to give him the knife, Meng Fei couldn't help but feel a little excited at this moment.
"Second Master, your knife..." Meng Fei was interrupted by Second Master before he could finish his words.
"Okay, stop talking nonsense. Come and sit down. I'll tell you the story of this knife."
As he spoke, the Second Master took the lead and sat on a small stool beside him. He stretched out his hand and gently stroked the pattern of the blade, and said slowly:
"The villagers only know that I'm an outsider, but except for your grandfather, no one knows where my hometown is. Today I'm going to tell you about it."
Hearing this, Meng Fei couldn't help but sit up straight and straighten his back.
Erye cleared his throat and looked towards the mountains in the distance, as if recalling something.
"My family is from a rural area near Heerbin. When I was sixteen, the Japanese had not yet surrendered. My mother asked a matchmaker to introduce me to a girl. We fell in love and got married. At that time, people got married early. Many girls had children at the age of seventeen or eighteen. To be honest, the years when the Japanese were there were simply devastating. We had to live in fear every day. In order to leave a root for the Li family, we got married.
I was so happy that day, I felt like I was the happiest man in the world, but...”
Having said this, Erye stopped. Meng Fei clearly saw that Erye was gritting his teeth, his body was shaking uncontrollably, and his face was full of anger.
"Second Master, what are you doing..." Meng Fei couldn't help but ask.
Erye took a few deep breaths, and then he calmed down a lot. He continued, "It's okay... Listen to me... On the night of the wedding, a small group of Japanese soldiers heard the news from somewhere and rushed into my house. My mother knelt down and begged them, but she was killed by these beasts... When I heard the noise, I rushed out of the house, picked up a kitchen knife and wanted to fight them, but I couldn't beat them in the end. They had more people and pinned me to the ground. My newlywed wife was also captured by them. One of the men who looked like a soldier... in front of me..."
"It's all over. My mother and my wife died in front of my eyes. Those beasts didn't kill me, but seemed to want to torture me in this way."
"I want revenge! I want to kill those beasts with my own hands!"
"Finally one day I found an opportunity. On a rainy night, I sneaked into the house of the Japanese officer and killed him when he was drunk. I hung his head on the city wall. I was afraid that my fellow villagers would be implicated, so I had to hide my identity and go to Mengjiagou. This saber was the saber of the officer from the Plaster Country!"
Erye slowly told the whole story. After listening to it, Meng Fei was deeply excited.
"These beasts! So damn hateful!" Meng Fei clenched his hands involuntarily, making a crisp sound of his joints, and he rarely swore.
Erye took a deep breath, suppressed his excited mood, and handed the knife to Meng Fei.
Meng Fei straightened his back, stretched out his hands solemnly, took the saber, and said:
"Second Master, please rest assured, I will definitely keep this knife well!"
Hearing Meng Fei's words, the Second Master not only chuckled, but also scolded with a smile: "You little calf, you are still resonating. I don't mean to ask you to keep it for me, but I think this steel mouth is good. You always run to the mountains now, which is quite dangerous. It can protect you a little bit."
(This saber story is adapted from my story. When I was a child, my grandfather had a saber from the Plaster Kingdom. According to my grandfather, he found it in the ruins of a Plaster Kingdom bunker when he was young.
At that time, the Japanese built many bunkers in Heilongjiang, basically one every ten kilometers or so. They were usually built very high and had a large searchlight on top. Once something happened, the Japanese would use the searchlight to send signals to other bunkers in a form similar to Morse code.
After the Japanese retreated, the bunker was naturally abandoned. One time when my grandfather went into the mountains to hunt, he had to stay inside for one night because he walked too far. When he woke up the next morning, he found the saber buried in a pile of rocks, so he took it home. He didn't think it was a good thing at the time, so he just threw it into the warehouse.
When I was a child, I would take it out to play with it whenever I went to my grandpa's house. Even though it has been stored for many years, the blade is still very sharp. It is no exaggeration to say that it can split wood as thick as a cup mouth with it.
Later, when the town came to collect cultural relics, my grandfather handed in his saber and was given ten yuan. Then he gave me two yuan, which made me very happy.
Now that I think about it, that knife was definitely a good thing. It's such a pity that I don't know who got it. What a pity.
By the way, I get angry when I mention the Plaster Country!! My grandpa also told me the story of the mass graves here! I will tell you about it when I have time.)
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