The War of Resistance

"I'm sleeping, my forehead is cold, and my waist is also cold!" Qiu Bo complained when it was dawn.

"Then you have to be careful with your waist, it's a matter of two lifetimes!" Qian Chuan'er said casually.

"Why is it a matter of two lifetimes?" Qiu Bo didn't understand.

"Cool kidneys lead to yang deficiency, yang deficiency leads to weak body, weak body does not lift, and it is difficult to give birth to a child. Isn't that a matter of two lifetimes?" Qian Chuan'er said solemnly.

Qian Chuan'er seldom spoke like this, but his recitation made the few people who had just woken up bewildered, while the scholar Chen Hanwen burst out laughing with a "puchi".

"Fuck off, you don't want to lift it!" Qiu Bo scolded Qian Chuan'er with a smile, and Qian Chuan laughed.

At this point, other people realized what Qian Chuaner meant, and they all laughed too.

Qian Chuan'er still knows some medical skills, of course, the medical skills he knows naturally refer to Chinese medicine, if he doesn't understand Chinese medicine at all, how can he know about Huang Renzhong, and how can he use Ren Zhonghuang to give it to him? Hou looked at the mountain to see "disease"?

After Qian Chuan'er played tricks on Hou Wangshan, Old Mao Wang and the others also asked Qian Chuan'er, how did they know that he was a scumbag.

Qian Chuan'er didn't hide anything, it turned out that a relative in his family owned a pharmacy, and he worked as a clerk there for a few days to help people fetch medicine.

For this reason, Qin Chuan said, why Qian Chuan'er doesn't love money. It turns out that Qian Chuanzi is not really a string that wears money, but it is really the kind of bug called Qian Chuanzi, which is also a traditional Chinese medicine!

Laugh at those who have woken up, and the rest of them will wake up too.

At this time, the little dustpan said: "I had a dream last night. I dreamed that I was fighting a bayonet with the little devil."

"Then how many little devils did you kill in your dream?" Erhanzi asked, who had woken up and was clutching his hungry belly.

"I also killed a few little devils. I dreamed that the bayonets of the little devils stabbed me in the face and woke me up immediately." The little dustpan said with lingering fear.

"I also dreamed that I had a bayonet fight with little devils, and I killed two little devils.

Then I felt that a little devil stabbed me on the back with a bayonet, which made my whole spine feel cold and cold. "Chen Hanwen also said, "At first I wanted to scream, but then I thought something was wrong, I was not dreaming, so I stretched out my hand to touch the side, and then realized that the battle was over. "

After Chen Hanwen said this, the scene of the 29th Army's broadsword facing the Japanese army's bayonet yesterday seemed to come back to my eyes again.

Originally, yesterday's killing poke made people feel chilling, but now everyone was hungry again, so they all shuddered.

After all, hand-to-hand combat is the cruelest of all types of fighting. Although they did not participate in it, they also saw it.

If you think about it day by day, you will have dreams at night, and you will not sleep well that night.

On the contrary, Wang Laomao had the foresight, but he asked everyone to put the knives, short guns, etc. on their bodies under the kang before going to bed, otherwise it is uncertain who will really do something out of the ordinary when stimulated Something is coming!

At this time, Shang Zhen saw that everyone's words were really hurting morale, so he glanced worriedly at Old Mao Wang who was about to get up early for a cigarette.

Old Mao Wang also saw the worry in Shang Zhen's eyes, and at this moment he moved, but kicked Chen Hanwen who had just got off the ground and was about to go out to relieve himself.

"Oh, platoon leader, you kicked me haha?" Chen Hanwen, who was kicked unexpectedly, said anxiously.

"Kick you huh? I said I had a dream in the middle of the night last night!" Old Mao Wang said deliberately.

"Old Uncle Wang, what did you dream about?" Sure enough, the little dustpan asked curiously.

"What did you dream about?" Old Mao Wang said angrily, "I dreamed that a mouse got into my crotch in the middle of the night!"

"Ah?" "Coax"

At first, everyone was taken aback, and then everyone burst out laughing, and in the laughter, several people asked Chen Hanwen where did his hand go when he was dreaming?

Wang Laomao's joke was a bit rough, but it was also a joke between men.

But he also drove it by coincidence, just because Chen Hanwen slept next to him last night!

Amid the laughter, everyone got up from the kang, only Hu Zhuzi was grinning on the kang, he was the smoke that Qin Chuan gave him, the wound started to hurt again, but the wound The bleeding finally stopped.

Although he lost a piece of meat on his calf, it is a matter of luck that he did not have to worry about his life.

"The early bird gets the worm, what the hell, where is the worm?" Ma Erhu walked out the door shaking his arms.

When Ma Erhuzi said this, everyone felt hungry.

Yes, the early bird gets the worm, where is the worm they want to eat? I don't know if this landlord can still give them a mouthful of hot porridge.

Now they live in this village with members of the 29th Army.

But after all, they are not members of the 29th Army, so where can they get food here? They have no money now, and the discipline of the 29th Army is good. They don't dare to think about ordinary people in front of the 29th Army. If they are caught by the 29th Army, they will be dealt with on the spot!

Just when Shang Zhen and Wang Laomao were discussing how to deal with food, they heard Ma Erhuzi shouting outside the house: "Come out quickly, Lao Du is bringing us food!"

Hearing this, everyone in the room felt hot and ran out. The brothers who have carried guns together are different. It seems that Du Man has not forgotten the big guy!

Thinking about it, too, with a full stomach, how could Du Man just care about his own size and full stomach and ignore his suffering brothers?

When everyone left the house, they saw that Du Man really brought two people here, and Han Liancai was carrying a pocket in his hand. Looking at the shape of the bulging pocket, everyone knew that it must be filled with cornmeal pancakes!

And that pocket is still steaming in the cold morning, obviously the food there is still warm.

With a sound of "coaxing", everyone came forward and invited Du Man into the house.

What is food and clothing parents? When you are hungry, someone gives you a warm meal, that is another perspective of parents, it is life-saving!

It's just that the hungry people didn't notice that there was another soldier following Du Man besides Han Liancai, but that soldier had already been stopped by the landlord's son in his twenties .

"Boss, aren't they from the Northeast? How do you feed them?" the kid asked.

"What's wrong with the people from the Northeast?" The soldier who came with Du Man didn't understand. "The people from the Northeast are not human, so they are not our brothers?"

"I, I didn't mean that." The landlord's son hurriedly explained, "Didn't they escape here because they knew they would lose the Northeast?"

"What are you talking about?" The soldier said dissatisfiedly, "These Northeast brothers have killed more Japanese devils than us!"

Then the soldier ignored the inexplicable landlady's son and entered the house too.

Du Man, who arrived with hot food, seemed to give Shang Zhen a warm summer. Everyone was eating the hot corn flour pancakes, as if the big pancakes that usually tasted a little bit mouth-watering were like a delicacy Delicious in general.

It's just that at this time, everyone didn't pay attention to the slight sound on the roof.

After a while, the door was opened, and the landlord's son came in with a big bag of firewood.

"You want to gaha?" Erhanzi who was eating corn pancakes asked.

"Burn the kang for all the bosses!" The landlord's son said with a smile on his face.

"Doesn't it smoke when you burn it? If you burn another room and it smells like smoke, will there be food in the room?" Old Mao Wang asked dissatisfied.

"There was smoke yesterday, maybe it won't smoke today, it's a wind, hehe." The landlord's son replied.

"Don't talk about it, there is no wind in the winter. Didn't you say that the dilapidated house of yours has not been lived in for a long time, so it is not easy to burn it?" Old Mao Wang said dissatisfied.

"Maybe it will burn today, try again, try again." The landlord's son had a very good attitude, which was completely different from yesterday's unwillingness.

After all, this kid lit the firewood at the entrance of the kang cave.

But today's ignition is really different from yesterday's. The conscience of heaven and earth, Shang Zhen and the others are watching from the side, and they can see that when the fire is lit, they will scream "door door door", it's so hot!

"You see what I said, maybe it will be easy to burn today?" The kid laughed, "I'm going back, you can do the burning of the kang yourself!"

The landlord's son left, and at this moment Shang Zhen suddenly said: "No, didn't this kid play tricks on us yesterday?"