Siheyuan: I am Yi Zhonghai's biological son

Time flies.

In a blink of an eye, it was 1944, and Yi Ping'an was already 6 years old (nominal age, all ages hereafter are nominal age). The days in those years were really hard for a human being, with the Japanese raiding every day, killing people or setting fires.

The common people were chased by them and ran all over the mountains like rabbits. This was especially true during the autumn harvest. The common people had no choice but to harvest secretly at night.

But the Japanese had the help of traitors, so it was not safe at night. Most of the time, it was the guerrillas and nearby Eighth Route Army soldiers who came to help.

Looking back on the past few years, Yi Pingan felt that his past life was truly a life of wonder! This was something he could never imagine in his past life. The cold words and photos in the history books could not express even one ten-thousandth of what was happening at this moment.

He could only seize the time to practice martial arts. He practiced with the militia during the day and in the space at night. The space was full of spiritual energy and he would make rapid progress.

In this cannibalistic age, she not only has to be able to protect herself, but also has to protect her mother. In order to enter the space at night, she has to compete with her mother in wits and courage.

Her mother had been in poor health since she gave birth to him, and was very weak. When he was too young, he had no choice but to pretend to be well-behaved and sensible so that his mother would not worry.

After he could walk at ten months old, he secretly put some spiritual spring water into the clay pot for drinking water at home. It finally helped to heal his mother a little. At least she could run into the mountains when the Japanese came.

Yi Ping'an started training with the village militia when he was two years old, mainly to find an excuse to cover up his martial arts training. There are many children like him. Nowadays, people are happy as long as they are alive.

I started going up the mountain by myself when I was three years old. In the name of hunting, I would take a rabbit or a pheasant from the space, and then some edible mountain products such as yams. I would never dare to take the grain. I had no excuse.

At first, his mother was worried and didn't let him go. The child was too young, not even as tall as three pieces of tofu. How could he go up the mountain? What if something happened? After he threw a tantrum and showed his strength, she reluctantly agreed to let him go up the mountain.

At this time, the children were very good at running in the mountains, one reason was to find food, and the other was to escape for their lives. When the Japanese came, they had to run fast, otherwise they would die.

When Yi Ping'an was five years old, he dared to go into the mountains. He had already practiced Wuji Kung Fu to the third level. This Kung Fu has nine levels in total, including knife skills, sword skills, fist skills, leg skills and hidden weapons. It can kill people without their presence within thirty meters.

He has mastered the art of leaving no trace in the snow to a certain extent. As long as he doesn't use the machine gun, he can still escape with just the rifle.

Early in the morning that day, Yi Ping'an went up the mountain again. There was no food at home, so he had to find a way to get some out.

I took a pheasant and some yams and was about to go back when I heard gunshots coming from the village at the foot of the mountain.

Yi Ping'an was shocked. He put the things into the space, used his lightness skills to run down the mountain, and took out a machete.

As soon as he entered the village, he saw villagers lying in a pool of blood. Yi Ping'an didn't dare to think about it anymore and quickly ran towards home.

There were more and more dead bodies along the way. They were all people from the village. He knew them all, but he couldn't care less. He was worried about her mother. He knew too well what it cost for a woman to fall into the hands of these beasts.

Soon she arrived at the door of her house and saw two Japanese devils surrounding her mother. Her mother was lying in a pool of blood with the kitchen knife in her hand still on her neck.

"Little devil, I'll fuck your ancestors!" Yi Ping'an's eyes turned red. He rushed towards a devil in one step, and at the same time, the flying knife in the space had already hit the neck of another devil, and he fell down.

The machete in his hand quickly swept across the neck of the Japanese soldier in front of him. The beast opened his eyes wide in disbelief and fell down.

Yi Ping'an quickly ran to her mother, helped her up, and called "Mom" again and again, but her mother never responded to him.

Yi Ping'an's tears flowed heavily. He felt like he was going crazy. He put his mother on the kang, went out and locked the door.

He picked up the two Type 38 rifles at the door, both of which were loaded with bullets, took off the bullet bags and grenades from the Japanese soldier, and then left the yard.

After practicing martial arts, Yi Ping'an's five senses became clear. He ran out following the movement and killed the Japanese soldiers when he saw them. His shooting skills also improved from missing the target in the beginning to hitting the body with one shot each. The bullets and flying knives attacked at the same time. In less than an hour, more than a dozen Japanese soldiers were killed.

Today was Yi Ping'an's first time killing someone. He didn't think about anything when he was doing it. Only after he was done did he feel sick and started vomiting while holding onto the wall.

After vomiting, he wiped his mouth and went home. He had to bury his mother first, and he would talk about the others later.

Yi Ping'an brought her mother into the space. His space could not accept living people. Animals could be accepted but not humans. He tried, but knocked the person unconscious and could not bring her in.

Yi Ping'an cried while he had a golden nanmu coffin made for his mother in a workshop. He washed his mother's face, put on new clothes and new shoes, put her in the coffin, and placed the coffin in the west wing of the courtyard.

Yi Ping'an then went out and began to clean up the battlefield and collect the bodies of the villagers. There were originally more than a hundred people in the village, but now there are less than 20 people left.

Everyone buried the villagers together, and dug a big pit next to the villagers' graves. They laid the Japanese soldiers out on their knees one by one and covered them with soil. They didn't even leave a grave mound. They deserved to be trampled on like this.

Some of the remaining villagers went to live with their relatives, some joined the army, and children like Yi Ping'an, who had no relatives and were too young, were placed in other villages.

There were plenty of empty houses. Yi Ping'an lived alone in a thatched hut at the foot of the mountain. The militia would usually come over to take a look during their patrols.

When Yi Ping'an left, he packed up all the things from his original home and put them into the space, placing them next to his mother. Let her stay with him. When his life became stable, he would find a Feng Shui good place to bury his mother.

In the days that followed, Yi Ping'an went out in the middle of the night and used the space to steal the Japanese arsenal and granary, and secretly delivered them to the Eighth Route Army.

As for how the Eighth Route Army investigated, he didn't know. Anyway, they didn't find the culprit, so he just became an unsung hero.

It's not that he doesn't want to make a big fuss, but if he does, the common people will suffer. The Japanese will definitely retaliate against the unarmed ordinary people.

At worst, I can wait until he grows up and then take revenge on him, like blowing up a toilet or bringing something back.

Don't say it's stolen. It's our stuff. How can you say it's stolen? It's called returning the property to its original owner.

Yi Ping'an often followed the village doctor to the mountains to dig medicinal herbs. To be frank, he had already learned most of the skills of the doctor in their village.

And he also found that his memory in this life was much better than his previous life, he could remember everything he saw. Of course, his memory in his previous life was also good, otherwise he would not have been admitted to a 211 university, but it was still far from being able to remember everything he saw.

Now he has food and clothes, of course, these are all obtained by going up the mountain to dig medicinal herbs and hunting. You have to find the source of what you bring out, right?

Yi Ping'an also trained with the militia, as everyone is a soldier now. If he wasn't too young, he would have wanted to join the army. After all, he really wanted to participate in the Peninsula War. Unfortunately, he was born at the wrong time and they didn't want him.

In the second year after the Japanese surrendered, a school was built in the next village. It was jointly built by more than a dozen villages. There were not many students, only about twenty people. People were not able to get enough food at that time, so how could they have money to go to school?

Yi Ping'an signed up and became one of the only two students in the village. He was quite happy. As a person of the new century, he knew the importance of knowledge better than anyone else.

He even thought about which university to apply to, as college students these days were all very bright. In the end, he decided to apply to Harbin Institute of Technology, which later became Harbin Engineering University. He would never admit it, as he just wanted to meet the president.

The university he attended in his previous life was Beijing Institute of Technology, which is also a 211 double first-class university. As for why he didn't apply to his alma mater, it was because his alma mater had not been established yet. It was not established until 60.

The national college entrance examination was held in 52. He calculated that he would go to primary school for one year, primary school for one year, then two years of junior high school, and two years of high school. He would take the college entrance examination in 52, and then go to meet the principal, who was more powerful than the emperor.

After school started, he had no intention of hiding his incompetence and worked hard at full speed. Otherwise, how could he skip a grade? He didn't want to waste too much time in elementary school. It would be too difficult to sit with a bunch of little kids all day.

He had already thought of the reasons for skipping grades. His family was poor, so he could only learn the most knowledge in the shortest time.