Chen Ji put the Wu Yun tied to his chest aside and pushed the door open. He saw Zheng Jiye holding a Wild Great Sword, swaggering around and knocking on doors with its hilt, a waist tag of the Anti-Japanese Army thousands of households hanging from his waist.
The old and young men of the Anti-Japanese Army, bleary-eyed and cursing, came out: "We never used to get up this early, Zheng Jiye, are you just bored out of your mind?"
Zheng Jiye patted the waist tag: "How can you speak to a thousand households like that?"
The men of the Anti-Japanese Army paused briefly, and a moment later, an old soldier took off his straw sandals and chased Zheng Jiye, hitting him: "You're putting on airs with your uncle? If it weren't for the smuggling of private salt and tax reductions, no one would join your Anti-Japanese Army. It was only after your mother begged for three days that I came to suffer this!"
