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"Canned food? Where does it come from?" Veterinarian Hao looked at the Japanese writing on the skin and said, "This is Japanese food, right?"

"You don't care which country it comes from, it's better than boiled vegetables in salt water." Lin Yue opened a Japanese can of sardines with a corkscrew snatched from the quartermaster, pinched a piece of fish and put it in his mouth.

"Well, it tastes okay."

He nodded, stood up and walked to the wooden table where the pottery bowl was placed, found two chopsticks made of branches and wiped them on the sleeve of his underwear, picked up a piece of fish and handed it to the old man: "Taste it."

"The geese are not hungry, you can keep them for yourself."

"If I tell you to taste it, you can taste it. If you don't eat the canned food, you won't get any medicine." Lin Yue took out a bottle of sulfa medicine in his pocket and shook it, the pill hit the inner wall with a loud crackling sound.

"This is... sulfonamide?"

"if not?"

"Where did you get this?"

"You don't care where I got it, if you want it or not."

"Think, goose ground wounded pointed at it to live."

"If you want to be obedient, eat this can of sardines."

Veterinarian Hao looked at the can in his left hand, and then at the medicine bottle in his right: "You have a good heart, but you are too fond of fighting injustices and take care of everything."

While talking, he took the canned sardines that Lin Yue handed over, and put a piece of fish into his mouth with chopsticks made of branches.

"Goose heard that the Americans have canned beef every day during the war, and look at us, we have two meals a day in good times, and we can't get enough for one meal in bad times."

Lin Yue took out the medicine bottle containing quinine from his pocket again, and handed it along with the medicine bottle containing eight sulfonamides: "The medicine bottle on the left is quinine, and the medicine bottle on the right is sulfonamide, and the colors are different."

"The goose knows that quinine is used to treat malaria, and sulfonamide is used to reduce inflammation."

While the two were talking, the wounded lying next to them woke up. They were not very interested in the contents of the medicine bottle for the time being, and all their attention was on the can in Dr. Hao's hand, licking their lips and swallowing saliva greedily.

"Don't worry, we all have a share."

Veterinarian Hao brought the canned sardines that Lin Yue gave him to the wounded, and fed each of them a mouthful of fish like his own children.

Lin Yue wanted to tell him that the wounded should not eat seafood, but he swallowed the words and just sighed softly.

Veterinarian Hao came back from a round of feeding, and there were only a few pieces of fish left in the can.

At this time, Yaoma, who was smoking in the north room, came over smelling the scent, and said flatteringly, "Veterinarian, what are you eating?"

"It's called canned sardines, from the Japanese."

"How does it taste?"

Veterinarian Hao smiled and handed him the can: "You'll know if you try it yourself."

"I want it."

He snatched the remaining canned sardines from him like a robbery, and ran to the corner of the north room to eat alone.

When I was young, I only heard an angry roar.

"Okay, you need numbness, bastard, cover up, hide and eat alone."

With a strong Hunan accent, it was Deng Bao (nicknamed Bu Lai), the first class of the 7th Infantry Company. He, Yao Ma, and Snake Butt were the iron triangle in the shelter.

"Don't grab it, don't grab it, don't grab it at all."

There was a flutter in the north room.

Lin Yue looked over there and shook his head, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and handed one out.

Veterinarian Hao waved his hand, lit his old tobacco rod, went to the doorstep and sat down, put it near his mouth and smoked a few puffs. He didn't know what kind of tobacco was in it, and it was so choking that he couldn't breathe.

Enduring the musty smell from the cigarette, Lin Yue looked up at the sky where the Milky Way could not be seen, and sat there puffing clouds and fog with the old man.

"Sulfa don't bother Meng, let him come to me by himself."

Veterinarian Hao took a look at him, and tapped the cigarette rod on the porch post to knock off the ash on it.

"That doll is actually not bad, but it has suffered too much, and I think a little too much."

"Don't worry about the grievances between the goose and him, or your wounded will run out of medicine." Lin Yue stretched out his right hand, with three small brown medicine bottles in the middle, turning it back and forth in his palm like an old exercise ball.

"You doll is talking like a goose again."

Lin Yue patted his buttocks to stand up, and walked towards his own bed in Beiwu.

...

Early the next morning, Lin Yue went to the yard to scoop up a ladle of water, dipped his fingers in tooth powder and rubbed it in his mouth for a while, after rinsing, he spit it out in the yard casually.

The buttocks of the snake that lit the fire next to it stared straight at the half box of tooth powder on the ground.

"Come on?"

The snake's butt wiped its dirty fingers on the clothes, dipped in a little tooth powder, pressed it on the place full of tooth stains, and wiped it vigorously for a while.

"How about it?"

"It's white."

"Really?"

He walked to the front of the pottery urn, curled the corner of his mouth and took a picture inside.

"Lies will be struck by lightning."

"Hahahaha." Lin Yue put the box of tooth powder into his arms, got up and walked towards the moon cave gate.

Veterinarian Hao just got up, and walked out of the house with his hands behind his back, muttering in a low voice: "He is mysterious all day long, this baby is not like this before."

The snake's butt said: "Veterinarian, are you worried that if he dies, no one will take care of you as a son in the future?"

Meng Fanle limped out holding the door frame: "Veterinarian, why did I remember that your son was on the battlefield in the Central Plains? Don't misidentify relatives. Lin Zuo is going to be a general. You can't afford to be such a father." .”

Veterinarian Hao glanced at the door of the moon cave: "It's annoying, your mouth needs to be cured sometime."

Milong, who was lying in the hammock over there early in the morning, glanced sideways at a few people and turned away.

Lin Yue didn't hear their conversation, so he left the shelter and walked straight to the black market at the East Gate.

The town was very calm, and it didn't become lively because the quartermaster was attacked and knocked out. After all, it was a felony to embezzle the military supplies and enrich one's own pocket. If someone caught them and would go to court-martial, how could the three of them dare to speak out.

What kind of soldiers are there in Zenda City, broken soldiers, wounded soldiers, disabled soldiers, captured deserters, out of 100 people can't find 3 guns, they don't have enough food every day, they live in a daze, they rob officers They wouldn't dare to do this kind of thing even if they had ten guts. The most they would do would be to misfortune the villagers and do some stealth to make a living.

Lin Yue strolled around the Dongmen Market, but he didn't find Qi Mazi, probably because Lao Dier was hollowed out by him, and now he is out of stock.

A few people in long coats and hats stood at the entrance of the alley or near the base of the storefront wall, and when they moved forward a little, they would stretch out their hands that were retracted in their sleeves and make gestures.

Lin Yue chose a middle-aged man in a navy blue gown, followed him into the alley, and walked to the rear corner.

"Do you have a seven-nine rifle?"

The man stretched out his palm and compared it in front of him.

"Give 20 yuan to the pawnshop, and you sell it for 50. It's a money grab. 30 yuan, should you sell it or not?"

"40."

"Only 30, don't need any more." Lin Yue took out his lieutenant's collar badge from his pocket: "Do you know it, I have friends on the inspection team."

The middle-aged man gritted his teeth: "Okay, 30 is 30."

"Another 5 yuan for bullets."

The middle-aged man gestured to the man in the hat in the alley, and after a while, the man came over with a 79 rifle on his back.

Lin Yue paid the money to the middle-aged man and walked out of the alley with the rifle on his back.

Under normal circumstances, a Hanyang made would cost 20-30 oceans. Now, with the help of [Bargaining] skills, I bought a 79 rifle with 15 rounds of bullets with 90 French currency.

Note: In 1941, 1 French currency was not equal to 1 ocean, because the data found are too general, so it is approximately equal to 3:1.

Thank you Yanjing Shaoxia for the reward of 300 starting coins, Sunshine Fantasy for the reward of 200 starting coins, and Snakeskin Monster 001 for the reward of 100 starting coins