[The Romantic History of Warlords] (Chapter 006)

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Chapter 006 A Terrifying Experience in the Snow The heavy snow fell for three days straight, almost burying the entire village of Yanjia Gou in a blanket of white
. Only the wisps of smoke rising from the chimneys indicated that people were still there.
In those days, October was the off-season for farming in the countryside. Everyone kept their doors and windows closed, with nothing to do. The men
sat on their kang (heated brick bed) smoking and drinking tea, the women spun thread and wove cloth, and the children built snowmen and had snowball fights—a
scene of leisurely joy.
Yan Baosan, the third brother, was overjoyed. He spent all day with his new wife, even too lazy to get off the kang to eat. He
even ate cornbread while having sex… This carefree and pleasure-seeking life made the other bachelors
envious and jealous. Some of the older bachelors, staying up late at night, would sneak over to Yan Sicheng's house and
peek through a hole in the wall. While watching, he rubbed his crotch hard and muttered, "Damn! Harder..."
Zhang Ergou, a scrap metal collector, wandered aimlessly around Yan Sicheng's three dilapidated mud-brick houses,
banging his gong loudly and deliberately shouting, "Buying needles and thread! Scrap metal! Buying
the underwear of Da Bao, Er Bao, and San Bao's mothers...
" Er Bao got angry, grabbed his pitchfork, and charged out, pointing at Zhang Ergou and yelling, "You're buying your mother's cunt?!"
"Damn..." Zhang Ergou was so frightened that he turned and ran, losing his shoes in the process.
On the fifth day of their marriage, after breakfast, Yan Sicheng called his three sons into the thatched hut for a family
cabinet meeting.
Yan Sicheng sat in his armchair like Guan Yu, puffing on his pipe as he looked at the
two brothers, Da Bao and Er Bao, and said, “Listen to you two, this time you got married together, had the wedding banquet, hired a loudspeaker, and
after all that trouble, Han San’er’s flock of sheep is all gone. The grain in the jar is running low, we’ll be starving soon.
We still have to live on, so do whatever you can. Just staying home with your wives isn’t enough.
”
Da Bao, squatting by the wall, spoke up: “In the dead of winter, where can we hire people to work? Don’t we
have a female donkey? Sell it, get some grain, and we can get through the twelfth lunar month.”
“Bullshit!! Is this living a good life or squandering it?” Yan Sicheng’s beard trembled with anger.
Da Bao curled his lip and suggested again, "Third Brother's wife's family owns a pharmacy; they're rich. Let's
borrow some grain from them first." He nudged his brother Bao San with his elbow, "Third Brother, what do you say?"
"Damn it!!" Yan Bao San turned his head away, too lazy to bother with his lazy, thieving older brother.
Er Bao said, "I'll go find some work at the brick kiln." He then lifted the straw curtain and left.
Da Bao stood up, yawning and muttering, "We've been starving for so many years, but no one's starved to death, have they?
Ha... sleepy! Going to sleep." He then staggered away. A short while later,
the young wife's wanton cries came from next door: "Da Bao... ahhh... harder... it's so wonderful..."
Yan Si Cheng was furious. He grabbed the teacup, wanting to smash it, but held it up for a long time without actually doing so. Finally, he slammed his hand
on the table, cursing repeatedly, "Bastard! What a bastard!!"
"Dad, don't worry. I've thought it through. Tomorrow I'll go with Cuihua's father to sell earthenware pots. No one will go
hungry," Yan Baosan, who had been silent all along, spoke up.
Cuihua and Pan Meifeng were heartbroken when they heard this. Pan Meifeng was especially agitated: "Husband, it's so
cold. Going from street to street selling earthenware pots is too hard, too miserable. Why don't I go back to my parents' house and ask my father for some food to get through
this December, and we'll talk about it again in the spring?"
Cuihua also said, "That's right! My father doesn't have thirty jin of millet left."
Hearing this, Yan Baosan felt a warm glow in his heart, filled with gratitude and happiness. However, he was a
man of strong self-respect, with a deep-seated male chauvinism, and he absolutely refused to be a kept man.
He embraced his two beautiful young wives, saying sincerely, "I'm just a poor man, and to be able to marry
such beautiful wives is a blessing I've accumulated over eight lifetimes.
How could I be so greedy as to steal someone's daughter and then their food? I'm a man, and a man's natural responsibility is to support his family and wife.
What's a little hardship? It's settled then."
"Husband, you're so good to me," Cuihua and Pan Meifeng said, their hearts warmed by his words
. They pressed their delicate faces against Yan Baosan's chest, listening to the strong, resonant beating of his heart.
At that moment, Yan Baosan's thin frame suddenly seemed tall and imposing, radiating masculine
strength.
October 16th, a clear and sunny day, the warm sun bathing the earth, the snow shimmering with a white light.
"Giddy up! Giddy up! Woohoo..."
Old Donkey Head and Lü Baolai each drove a donkey cart, with Yan Baosan wrapped in his grandfather's tattered sheepskin coat sitting on it.
The three of them left Yanjia Gou far away, heading towards Xiaojia Town, 50 kilometers away. This time, they were going to Xiaojia
Town to buy a batch of earthenware pots, pans, bowls, and ladles, and then sell them from village to village. Although they wouldn't earn much, at
least they could fill their stomachs and keep their wives from going hungry.
"Sanbao, what are your plans for the future?" Old Donkey Head looked at Yan Baosan's thin frame, his eyes
filled with heartache and pity. A 16-year-old boy, it wouldn't be easy to support a family.
I want to go back to 2013...
In this poor, remote place, where even filling one's stomach was difficult, Yan Baosan's outlook on life and his
future was bleak. Talking about plans was just nonsense. But to survive, to support his wife,
he had no choice but to grit his teeth and take it one step at a time. So, in front of his father-in-law, he patted his chest and said
, "My plan is to make money! I'll do anything to make money."
"Good boy," Old Donkey Head said, quite satisfied.
Lü Baolai picked his nose and said disdainfully, "That sounds nice, but where can you make money in this chaotic world
?" As he spoke, he unbuttoned his cotton-padded jacket, revealing his muscular chest, and said with a cold laugh, "Brother,
these days, if you want to make money, there are only two paths: either become a bandit or raise a banner and become a warlord. I've thought it through..."
"Okay, I'll be joining the army in Qiyang in a couple of days."
"Bullshit!! I'll beat you to death, you bastard... Hey hey..." Old Donkey Head swung his whip at his son, Lü Baolai,
but his body tilted to the side, and he fell off the donkey cart with a "thump.
" "Dad!!" "Uncle..."
"Whoa!!!" Lü Baolai pulled hard on the reins, stopping the donkey cart.
Luckily, the snow was thick, and Old Donkey Head was strong; he wasn't hurt. He dusted himself off and stood up: "It's alright
, it's alright... Hey hey..." As he spoke, his foot slipped, and he sat down again.
"Dad, what happened to you?" "Lu Baolai was terrified and hurriedly reached out to help him.
"There's something in the snow..." Yan Baosan, with his sharp eyes, suddenly noticed
something buried in the snow at Old Donkey Head's feet—a dark, seemingly...cotton robe?! So, he bent down and started digging in the snow.
Lu Baolai also perked up and frantically dug in as well.
After about three minutes, when the snow was cleared, a person was revealed—or rather, a frozen corpse. This
person wore a melon-shaped hat, glasses around his neck, and a black leather robe, clutching a money pouch tightly to his chest. Judging from
his fat head and large ears and attire, he was probably a steward or accountant for a wealthy landlord.
Old Donkey Head examined the person closely and exclaimed in surprise: "This...isn't this Manager Xiong? Xiong Wanshan, the innkeeper from Xiao Family Town
! How...how did he get here?!" Just then, Yan
Baosan reached into his money pouch, opened his hand, and exclaimed in surprise, "Silver dollars?!!"
"Golden dollars..." Lü Baolai's eyes widened.
Indeed, the money pouch was full of silver dollars, Yuan Shikai silver dollars, shimmering with a mesmerizing silver
brilliance in the sunlight. Yan Baosan and the three men, including Old Donkey Head, were dazzled, their eyes glazed over, utterly excited.
"One, two... fifty... one hundred... one hundred and eight... two hundred and one... Damn! I miscounted again,
wasn't it just zero two?" "
?" Lü Baolai's hands trembled as he tried to count, but he couldn't come up with an accurate number.
Just then, a burst of intense gunfire and the rumble of cannons erupted from the village behind them, shaking
the ground and causing icicles to flutter down from the trees. Even the donkey brayed in alarm
.
"Hurry! " "Old Donkey Head was as agile as an old monkey, leaping onto the donkey cart in a flash.
Yan Baosan and the other two didn't bother burying the body or counting the money; they drove off in the cart. The bumpy ride made
Yan Baosan's stomach ache, and he almost vomited.
After running about 20 kilometers, the donkey suddenly slowed down, eventually stopping altogether, standing still and
braying incoherently, pawing at the snow with its hooves. No matter how much Old Donkey Head whipped it, it
wouldn't move an inch. A clear sense of danger and fear could be felt in the donkey's eyes.
'This stubborn donkey… what's wrong?' Old Donkey Head was at a loss.
Yan Baosan climbed a tree and carefully examined the area ahead, but couldn't see anything amiss. 'People say livestock are spiritual beings, able to foresee danger. This donkey is so afraid; something 　　unusual
must have happened ahead.'"
"Come on, let's go take a look." After saying this, Yan Baosan led the way, trudging through the thick snow,
one step at a time.
The main road and the ditches beside it were covered with a thick
layer of snow, as were the locust groves on both sides. As far as the eye could see, everything was white; there was nothing there.
"Brother Baolai, can you smell anything?" Yan Baosan suddenly stopped and whispered to Lü Baolai.
"What smell?" Lü Baolai asked blankly.
"Splash!" Yan Baosan gripped a thick tree branch with both hands and scraped it forcefully across the snow in front of him. Suddenly
, a man in a blue military uniform appeared in the snow, lying on the ground with his arm raised high,
holding a Mauser pistol. The muzzle was pointed at Yan Baosan's nose, no more than 10 centimeters away, and a strong smell of gunpowder
filled his nostrils.
"Damn...
" Yan Baosan's eyes crossed, staring blankly at the dark muzzle of the gun, and he gasped.
His body shuddered uncontrollably, and he almost collapsed to the ground.

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