The Red Era: Living in Seclusion in a Siheyuan as a Boss

Chapter 767 The Tragic Mountain People!!
Lieutenant Kang nodded solemnly, a resolute glint in his eyes: "Captain Zhang, rest assured, with me here, I guarantee that these drugs will be transported back to the old city safely without any problems." He turned and jumped into the passenger seat of the lead truck, gesturing to the convoy.

With the roar of engines, more than twenty trucks belonging to the old city army lined up and slowly drove out of the gate of "Awa Mountain Village".

As he watched the convoy gradually disappear at the end of the winding mountain road, Zhang Jincheng's brow remained furrowed, a lingering worry still weighing on his mind.

Although the overall situation was already decided, he couldn't help but silently pray that the convoy transporting drugs would arrive safely in the old town.

Standing to the side, Zhuang Yan keenly noticed Zhang Jincheng's unusual behavior. He laughed heartily and comforted him, "Captain, don't worry about it!"
We've dispatched two whole companies of elite troops to escort this shipment. With the power in this area, who would dare to mess with us?
Unless they're tired of living and want to experience Boss Kang's wrath!

Upon hearing this, Zhang Jin slowly shook his head, gazing solemnly into the distance: "To be honest, I don't care about other warlords or bandits. The two companies under Deputy Commander Kang's command are enough to handle them."

But you forgot, between Awa Mountain Village and the old city, there is still Lang Village, a major threat. He paused, his voice lowering, "What I worry about most is that old fox, Lang Yuancai."

If he learns of the changes at Awa Mountain Village, he might ambush our transport convoy along the way.

Zhuang Yan nodded upon hearing this and said, "Captain, your concerns are valid, but I don't think that old fox Lang Yuancai would get the news so quickly. We just captured 'Awa Mountain Village' and immediately started transporting supplies."

By the time Lang Yuancai learns of the news and sends troops to attack our transport convoy, it will probably be too late.

"Well, I hope so!" Now that things have come to this, there's no use worrying anymore. Zhang Jincheng nodded and turned to Zhuang Yan beside him, saying, "Let's go check on the situation of those mountain people."

The two arrived at the mountain dwelling area of ​​"Awa Mountain Village".

At this moment, in the village of Awa, hundreds of villagers were gathered in twos and threes in front of their simple stilted houses.

Their wrinkled faces displayed a complex mix of emotions—a mixture of bewilderment and trepidation about the unknown future, and an overwhelming joy at regaining their freedom.

"Friends of Awa Mountain Village!" Zhang Jincheng leaped onto a large, bluish-gray rock, his booming voice echoing through the valley, "From today onwards, you will no longer have to..."

"Good!" The villagers of Awa Mountain Village erupted in thunderous cheers, with some shouting excitedly.

Zhang Jin pressed his hands down to signal everyone to be quiet, and continued, "We are preparing to establish a cooperative in the mountain village, and all the villagers can join voluntarily."

Initially, we will provide start-up capital, high-quality seeds, and fertilizers free of charge. After the crops are harvested, costs will be deducted, and the remaining harvest will be purchased by our trading company at market prices, ensuring everyone gets a fair return on their labor!

He paused, his gaze sweeping over each weathered face: "In the future, we plan to build schools and factories here, so that your children can all sit in bright classrooms and learn to read and write."

The villagers of Awa Mountain Village felt as if they were in a dream, unable to believe that happiness had suddenly arrived.

Just then, an elderly man with white hair and beard walked forward shakily from the crowd, his cloudy eyes brimming with tears: "Sir, are you really not just deceiving us mountain folk?"

Zhang Jincheng quickly jumped off the boulder and placed his hands on the old man's thin shoulders, saying, "Uncle, it's true."

Our trading company has been established for several months, and we have established cooperative relationships with many counterfeiters.

If you don't believe me, ask the brothers from the old Miao village around us; they were the first to join our cooperative.

Today, the 'Old Miao Village' has undergone tremendous changes. Every family has food to eat, clothes to wear, and children to attend school.

"Don't worry, we will definitely keep these promises!" He turned to the crowd, his voice firm and powerful: "Within three days, the first batch of seeds and farming tools will be delivered to the mountain village."

We will also send agricultural technicians to guide everyone in planting cash crops such as corn, tea, and sugarcane.

A commotion suddenly arose in the crowd, and a little girl with braided pigtails timidly squeezed to the front: "Uncle, can girls go to school too?" Her dirty little hands tightly gripped the hem of her clothes, and her eyes shone with longing.

Zhuang Yan squatted down and gently wiped the dirt off the girl's face: "Of course! Once the school is built, all school-age children in the village will go to school, including the girls." He turned to Zhang Jincheng and whispered: "Captain, I think we should arrange for a medical team to come first. The health of these mountain people is really too poor."

Zhang Jin nodded in deep agreement, his gaze sweeping over the emaciated children and sallow-faced women in the crowd.

He raised his voice and said, "Fellow villagers, soon we will send a medical team with medicine into the mountains to provide you with free physical examinations and treatments."

The elderly and children should be given priority, and women should also have thorough medical checkups.

A chorus of sobs immediately rose from the crowd.

A young mother holding her baby suddenly knelt down, choking back tears and unable to speak.

The child in her arms was skin and bones, with suspicious red rashes covering his little face.

Zhuang Yan rushed forward to help him up, but was so shocked by the scene before him that he was speechless.

The woman's arms were covered with needle marks, clearly indicating that she had been forced to participate in drug testing.

Suppressing his anger, Zhang Jincheng turned to Zhang Jincheng and whispered, "That beast Mi Gao, he doesn't even spare women and children!"

Upon seeing the tragic scene before him, his face instantly turned ashen, and his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

He took a deep breath and turned to the villagers, solemnly promising, "Sister, don't worry, we will do our best to treat you and your child."

Don't worry, from today onwards, you will no longer have to live in fear.

We will establish a proper health center here, so that everyone can receive timely treatment when they get sick.

Upon hearing this, the woman holding the child knelt on the ground: "Oh... thank you, thank you so much, my child is going to be saved, you must have been sent by the Bodhisattva..."

"Get up, sister, don't kneel. This is what we should do." Zhang Jincheng and Zhuang Yan hurriedly helped the mountain woman who was kneeling on the ground and kowtowing repeatedly as a sign of gratitude.

Just then, an elderly man with white hair and beard walked forward shakily, his cloudy eyes filled with tears: "Sir, why did you take so long to arrive? If you had come earlier, my poor child wouldn't have died."

"My child... my child was beaten to death by Michael's men, just because he secretly planted corn." The old man choked up and couldn't continue.

Zhang Jin quickly grasped the old man's withered hands tightly: "Grandpa, please accept my condolences."

We promise that such a tragedy will never happen again, and we will ensure that everyone remembers this painful history.

Zhang Jin looked around and found that more and more mountain people were beginning to tell their tragic stories.

A middle-aged man from the mountains rolled up his sleeves, revealing shocking scars: "Last year, I was sick with a fever and didn't go to work at Migo's factory on time, and then his henchmen..."

"And me, my wife Ali works as a maid at the Mi family's house."

One day, Michael hosted a drinking party for his pack of beasts.

These beasts were drunk, and they dragged Ali, who was serving them, aside... My poor Ali, being abused by more than a dozen beasts...

Later, I carried the barely alive Ali home; she was on her last breath.

"Sir, you must do us justice! I saw you capture some of those beasts, and I want revenge!"

"Sir, we must get revenge! Don't let Michael's men go!"

"Yes, sir, they've been acting as accomplices to evil all these years, causing immense suffering to us ordinary folks at the bottom of society..."

Hearing the bloody accusations of the mountain people before him, Zhuang Yan's eyes were already moist. He quickly walked to Zhang Jincheng's side and whispered, "Captain, I suggest we immediately organize people to record the testimonies of these victims."

"Once we stabilize the mountain stronghold, we will immediately hold a public trial of the Migo gang and seek justice for these poor mountain people!" Zhang Jincheng nodded emphatically and turned to the mountain people, saying, "Fellow villagers, please tell us everything you know about the crimes committed by the Migo Group."

We have decided to hold a public trial for the Michael Group, and we will ensure that those who have committed evil deeds receive the punishment they deserve!

"Okay, great!"

"Hang those bastards!"

"Oh, heavens above! You must be our savior, sent down out of pity for us poor people!"

At this moment, a burly young man squeezed to the front and said excitedly, "Sir, my name is Yansong, and I am familiar with the mountain roads within a hundred miles."

I'm willing to lead the way and help you liberate all the other suffering villages!

Immediately, a chorus of responses erupted from the crowd: "Me too!" "Count me in!" "Take me with you!"

Looking at the excited mountain people, Zhang Jin felt a surge of warmth in his heart.

He raised his hands to signal everyone to be quiet: "Thank you for your trust! But the most important thing now is to build up our 'Awa Mountain Village'."

In a while, we will organize a mountain villagers' self-defense force, and everyone is welcome to join.

Zhang Jincheng stood on high ground, watching the members of the mountain people's self-defense team in the "Old Miao Village" distributing relief grain from house to house.

A group of children held steaming bowls of rice, and their faces finally lit up with long-lost smiles. This was the first time they had ever eaten such delicious rice.

In the distance, some young people from the mountain village, after finishing their meal, were clearing away the ruins destroyed by the war under A-Gui's command, preparing for the upcoming reconstruction.

Zhuang Yan walked over and handed Zhang Jincheng a cup of hot tea: "Captain, the medical team from headquarters will arrive tomorrow."

I just checked the warehouse and found that Michael has stockpiled a considerable amount of medicine, enough to meet initial medical needs.

Zhang Jin took the teacup, his gaze resolute: "Good. Notify the domestic transport teams to speed things up; the first batch of supplies must be delivered to 'Awa Mountain Village' within three days."

In addition, let our agricultural technicians lead the villagers to plan farmland nearby, hoping to catch up with this season's planting season.

"By the way, where did Old Liu go?" Zhang Jincheng asked.

Zhuang Yan smiled and said, "Old Liu and a few villagers went to the Yingsu planting area to check the situation. He plans to clean up these things as soon as possible to prevent future troubles."

Zhang Jincheng nodded and said, "Old Liu is indeed very thoughtful."

Standing atop the watchtower, Zhang Jincheng gazed into the distance and saw smoke rising from the bamboo houses of each household, and heard the laughter of children playing echoing through the valley.

At that moment, he became even more determined to implement the "alternative planting plan".

The afterglow of the setting sun gilded this flower of sin with a blood-red hue, making it appear particularly glaring.

He said in a deep voice, "When Lao Liu comes back, we will hold a village meeting tonight and tell everyone about the plan to eradicate the drug cultivation area."

Just then, a cheer suddenly came from the direction of the mountain stronghold.

A dozen or so young men carrying hoes and shovels ran out of the village gate, led by Yansong, who had volunteered earlier.

A group of women followed behind them, carrying steaming bamboo rice and spring water.

"Sir!" Yansong ran over excitedly, "The villagers can't wait any longer, they all say they want to go and clean up those harmful Yingsu fields tonight!"
The grandmothers specially prepared dinner, saying they wanted everyone to eat their fill before getting back to work!

Zhuang Yan was deeply moved as he looked at the enthusiastic mountain people.

He noticed that there were several elderly people with gray hair in the group, who were walking up the hillside with shaky canes. He quickly stepped forward to dissuade them, saying, "Grandpas, the mountain road is difficult to walk on at night. This is something the young people can handle."

An elderly man with a hunched back stubbornly shook his head: "Young man, I have lived on this mountain my whole life... The Mi family are not human... My son was killed by them for resisting..." Tears welled up in the old man's cloudy eyes, "Today, I must personally pull out the first one!"

As the sun gradually sank into the distant mountains, the last rays of its rays painted the Yingsu fields on the hillside with a crimson hue.

Looking at the old man's stubborn back, Zhang Jincheng was filled with mixed emotions.

He quickly stepped forward and took the old man's trembling arm, saying, "Uncle, let me go with you."

“Okay!” the old man said firmly.

The entire village, young and old, sprang into action. Yansong, wielding his hoe, was the first to rush into the field, furiously digging at the flamboyant flowers.

Others followed closely behind, the clanging of hoes and shovels echoing through the mountains.

"It's getting late, everyone please be careful while working!" Liu Xiaotao called out loudly.

The women of Awa Mountain Village were also busy. They delivered freshly cooked hot bamboo rice and spring water to the fields, while the children ran around helping to collect the dug-up roots of the *Indocalamus* plant.

Liu Xiaotao arrived in a hurry with agricultural technicians who had come to support the "Old Miao Village".

"Fellow villagers!" he shouted, holding up the blueprints. "Once this land is cleared, we'll plant tea trees and medicinal herbs here!"

Zhang Jin said he saw the old man kneeling on the edge of the field, his trembling hands cupping a handful of soil.

The old man murmured as his turbid tears fell onto the soil, "My child, your father has finally waited for this day." The surrounding villagers stopped what they were doing and watched this scene silently.

As night fell, everyone lit torches and continued working.

Zhang Jin took a deep breath. He knew that this was not just an operation to eradicate drugs, but also the beginning of a new life.

It was getting late, and the villagers who were working on the mountain lit torches.

A mountain girl wearing a headscarf suddenly started singing a folk song. Her melodious voice echoed among the mountains.

"Her beautiful face is half-hidden by a folding fan; she sings 'Summon and Summon' whenever she sees you."

The cells swayed to the beat of the drum, and even the fine hairs stood on end and jumped.

Peacocks are not only good at displaying their plumage, but they are also highly skilled in music and dance.

Play the hulusi and erhu, and don't cry when you see an elephant.

It's an adorable mascot; it nods when someone eats jackfruit, and dances for you when you receive a red envelope..."

Gradually, more and more people began to hum along, the sounds of labor mingling with the songs, dispelling the chill of the night.

Zhuang Yan noticed that several young people were carefully collecting Ying Su roots and quickly went up to ask what they were doing.

Yansong wiped his sweat and explained, "Grandma said that these poisonous roots can be used as medicine when dried, so we should make the most of them."

(End of this chapter)