The whole mountain is my hunting ground

Hearing Mrs. Song praise himself, Zhao Jun just smiled lightly. These are the things he suffered from in his previous life!

"Brother!" At this time, Song Gang said to Zhao Jun with a smile: "You can't always use this trick, right? If you use it twice, won't everyone notice it?"

"Haha..." Zhao Jun laughed when he heard this and said, "Just give him a handful and win us three hundred horses and that's it!"

Having said this, Zhao Jun turned to the old lady and asked, "Is that so, Mrs. Song?"

"Yes! Yes!" The old lady nodded happily and said, "Beat him. I won't play with him next time."

As soon as the old lady finished speaking, her granddaughter-in-law Liu Xiaoyu came in with tea. After giving the water to everyone, when Liu Xiaoyu left, she came to Song Gang and whispered: "Come out and help our mother kill the goose."

"Hey!" Song Gang responded, and then said to Huang Gui, Zhao Jun, and Zhang Yuanmin: "Uncle Huang, brothers, you guys have a drink of water."

After Song Gang finished speaking, he followed Liu Xiaoyu and walked out.

"Second brother!" Looking at Song Gang's back, Huang Gui said to Song Changhai: "Don't make sister-in-law busy, just eat whatever you have!"

"It's okay." Song Changhai took out cigarettes from his pocket, took out one and handed it to Huang Gui, and said at the same time: "Let her mother and daughter deal with it, we have to eat too."

After saying that, Song Changhai separated two cigarettes with one hand and sent them to Zhao Jun and Zhang Yuanmin. Zhang Yuanmin nodded and took the cigarette, but Zhao Jun waved his hand and said: "Uncle Song, I don't smoke."

"My child, you are at a loss!" Suddenly, a voice came from the side, and the old lady reached out to catch Zhao Jun's cigarette.

But the old lady took it in vain. Song Changhai reached back and put the cigarette into his mouth, and then put the cigarette case into his pocket. The old lady gave her son a blank look, but she asked her eldest grandson to take away the cigarette case and pot. .

"Song Nai." At this time, Zhao Jun handed the old lady's jar to her and said, "Let's drink some water."

"Hey!" The old lady heard this and took the teapot, holding the handle in one hand and the bottom with the other.

But Zhao Jun opened the lid of the tea jar, let out the heat, and took a sip.

On this day, I didn't wander around the mountain for half a day, but I started carrying people down from the mountain until I sent Chen Xueyi to the health center. The one who contributed the most was Zhao Jun, who usually loves to be lazy.

When Chen Xueyi was busy at the health center, Zhao Jun didn't feel strong yet. As soon as he entered Lao Song's house, it was too hot and Zhao Jun felt thirsty.

Hot tea is the best way to quench thirst. Zhao Jun drank while blowing the tea. He drank until it was bottomed out before putting down the teapot.

"Second child!" At this time, the old lady waved to Song Changhai and said, "Hurry up and give this child some water. He is thirsty."

Song Changhai held a cigarette in his mouth and picked up the thermos from the ground. Zhao Jun quickly took it and said with a smile: "Uncle Song, sit down and I will do it myself."

"Then do it yourself." Song Changhai was not polite and gave the thermos bottle to Zhao Jun, then asked Huang Guidao: "I didn't have time to ask you. Who was that person just now? How was it done? How was it injured? So serious?"

"Oh, don't mention it." Although he said not to mention it, Huang Gui still told Song Changhai the whole story.

After Song Changhai and the old lady listened, they almost sighed together. The old lady glanced at Zhao Jun and said, "My child, it's a good thing you went at the right time, otherwise that person wouldn't be able to reach our village. Then. I know, that semi-automatic gun shoots 7.62 bullets. If you don’t deal with it in time, he will bleed to death."

"Yeah." As soon as the old lady finished speaking, Zhang Yuanmin said from the side: "I really owe it to my brother today."

After saying this, Zhang Yuanmin said with a self-deprecating smile: "My legs are also short. If I carry Brother Chen, Brother Chen's remaining foot will touch the ground, so I can't carry him either."

Although it was not a good thing, what Zhang Yuanmin said was quite interesting, and the Song family couldn't help laughing.

Huang Gui knew that there were some things that he couldn't hide, so he took advantage of Song Changhai's joy and said to him: "Second brother Song, today...my brother-in-law was anxious, and when he came into the room and shouted, my old lady was frightened. "

"Ah, it's okay." Song Changhai waved his hand and said, "No one is doing this by accident, it's okay."

Huang Gui couldn't help but secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he heard what Song Changhai said. He knew that Song Changhai was so generous because the old lady was fine. When he was at the health center, Shao Tianpeng helped to give him some help, otherwise Song Changhai would probably have gone to Jiang Weifeng at that time.

While the two were talking, Zhao Jun quietly observed their words and took the opportunity to say to Song Changhai: "Uncle Song, look for you to find a piece of paper and a pen, and I will write down the direction for you."

"Hey, okay!" Song Changhai stood up quickly after hearing this, opened the drawer next to him, and took out a notebook the size of a cigarette box. Immediately afterwards, he opened the upper drawer, reached inside and pulled it twice, took out a Hero 329 pen, and handed it to Zhao Jun along with Xiao Ben.

Zhao Jun took it and took a look. It was a new copy. There was not a word in it, and the pen was also a good pen.

Zhao Jun used his pen to write a bunch of medicine names on the notebook, but they had no weight. These days, folk earthwork in Northeast China is like this. You just need to touch the ground and prepare the medicine according to the prescription. It was the same when Xing San gave Fang Zi, or Zhao Jun only read it once and remembered it.

While Zhao Jun was writing, Song Changhai came over to watch. When Zhao Jun finished writing, he pointed to the main ingredient and said to Song Changhai: "Uncle Song, this is enough. Just keep the rest as little as possible."

"Okay!" Song Changhai happily took the pen and notebook, only to hear Zhao Jun continue to say: "This medicine is for emergency use, we can't just point at it."

With that said, Zhao Jun turned to the old lady and persuaded her nicely: "Song Nai, we have to stop smoking."

"Yeah, kid." Faced with the kind words from outsiders, the old lady took good advice and nodded: "I know."

"Did you hear that?" Song Changhai took the opportunity to say to the old lady again: "Mom, everyone who sees you tells you to stop smoking."

"Oh! I know!" It's okay for the old lady to listen to the advice of outsiders. After hearing her son nagging her too much, the old lady was annoyed and said impatiently: "I've been smoking all my life. You want me to stop smoking now, and you don't want me to live forever." What?"

When the old lady said this, she tilted her head and curled her lips, which made Zhao Jun and others happy.

Hearing Zhao Jun's laughter, the old lady turned to Zhao Jun and said: "My child, you don't smoke, you don't know. The old man and I were running all over the valley with the Anti-Japanese League all morning. The men smoked, and I You smoked too. Later you said you had no more cigarettes, and when the leaves rustled in autumn, I hugged the dry poplar leaves and rolled them up to smoke."

"Hahaha..." Everyone in the room burst into laughter, and Zhao Jun even asked, "Song Nai, can that thing be smoked?"

"Yes!" The old lady curled her lips and said, "We had a hard time at that time. As long as it was something that could be lit, except for the cannonball twister, I had smoked it."

"Hahaha..." Hearing what the old lady said, even Song Changhai couldn't be happier.

The group of people laughed, but the old lady did not laugh. She continued: "Later, we beat the little devils away, and we followed the liberation. After that, we suppressed the bandits in the Northeast earlier than other places. We suppressed the bandits in 1949, my old man My son is the platoon leader, and I will organize women to help fight!"

At this point, the old lady clasped her hands and counted the numbers and said: "After the suppression of bandits is over, when the Eighteen-Nation Allied Forces are attacked, my old man and my boss will follow the troops across the river. I will lead him..."

As she said that, the old lady pointed to Song Changhai and said: "He was not very old at that time. I had to hold meetings, mobilize, and lead women and children to train every day. Sometimes I had to carry him on my back!"

When the old lady said this, no one in the room laughed anymore. Zhao Jun and others all looked at the old man with admiration. This little old lady is less than 1.6 meters tall, not as tall as Zhang Yuanmin, but she can see the selflessness and fearlessness of the older generation.

Especially Zhao Jun. He had been to Rakshasa in his previous life. In the mountains and forests that were plundered by Tsarist Russia, he had seen the old signs left by his ancestors. From there, he learned the importance of a strong country. The country's strength is the result of the hard work of thousands of people like old ladies.

At this time, the old lady said again: "My old man was gone when we fought in Seoul. My boss came back by himself in 1958."

When the old lady said this, the room was silent. Song Changhai pursed his lips. His impression of his father only came from a yellowed old photo. But Song Changhai clearly remembered that when he was a child, no child in the ten villages dared to bully him.

Even if a child older than him dares to touch Song Changhai, his parents will beat him half to death when he returns home. This is not because his mother is so powerful, but because his father is a martyr.

"Alas..." the old lady sighed, and continued: "A few years after my boss came back, things have been going up and down, both in the city and in the countryside."

When the old lady said this, Zhao Jun and others still looked at her solemnly. But what people didn't expect was that the old lady suddenly changed her tone and said, "What do you think, these old people are so troubled, they can't take a puff of cigarettes to relieve their boredom?"

As she said that, the old lady made a fist with one hand, turned the back of her hand and hit the palm of the other hand twice, and said rather sadly: "Can this be done without a cigarette?"

Zhao Jun, Zhang Yuanmin, Huang Gui: "..."

Song Changhai on the side couldn't hold back his joy. He turned around and shouted to the outer room: "I'm sorry, I'll give you the cigarette bag and the pot quickly!"

Song Gang was helping Tian Yuying press the goose. His wife Liu Xiaoyu came into the house with a pipe and a pot, brought it to the old lady, and whispered: "Milk, take one less sip, we will eat later."

"Hey, my grandson." The old lady happily took the pot and the cigarette pot. Then her second son struck a match and lit the cigarette bag for her. The old lady took a nice puff.

Zhao Jun and the others looked at this scene with smiles on their faces. Zhao Jun felt that such an old man should be coaxed, pampered and respected by his younger generation.

The old lady took a puff of cigarette, smiled at Zhao Jun and the others, waved her hands and said, "Drink less water. The food will be ready soon, so eat more."

Huang Gui and Zhang Yuanmin both agreed. At this time, Zhao Jun said to the old lady, "Song Nai, I want to ask you about someone."

The old lady blew out the smoke and said to Zhao Jun very quickly: "My child, who are you talking about?"

"My name is Wang Sanxi. It turns out that I am also from Huzi." Zhao Jun said: "Song Nai, do you know her?"

"Wang Sanxi?" The old lady frowned and put the hand holding the cigarette pouch on her knees. Song Changhai took the opportunity to put down the cigarette pouch for the old lady. At this age, my heart is still not in good condition, so I'm addicted to smoking it.

Zhao Jun waited quietly for the old lady to recall that he heard the name Wang Sanxi from the two old men of the Shao family. It is said that before her death, Widow Wang told Wang Sanxi something. According to Mr. Shao, if anyone in the world knows the whereabouts of the gold bars and gold jewelry of the Wang family, it must be him, Wang Sanxi.

As for Zhao Jun and Zhang Yuanmin, they had never heard of this person's name in the Yong'an Forest District. They thought he might have fled to Lingnan. Since the old lady had suppressed the bandits and the Song family was the landowner, Zhao Jun thought of asking.

"Wang Sanxi?" the old lady muttered in a low voice, tilted her head and looked at Song Changhai, and asked: "Second brother, why do you think (jiǎo) this name is impressive to me?"

"I also have an impression..." Song Changhai blinked his eyes twice and said, "I'm confused. I can't remember?"

The two women were lost in thought for a while, and Zhao Jun waited quietly without urging.

Suddenly, Song Changhai said "Oh", turned to the old lady and asked, "Does he know that old man Shao?"

When he asked, Zhao Jun's eyes suddenly lit up. The old man Shao mentioned by Song Changhai was Shao Yunjin. And since Song Changhai can tell this, it means that their mother and son really know this Wang Sanxi.

"Ah..." The old lady opened her mouth wide and nodded: "I remember, is it that bastard?"

"Yes, yes!" Song Changhai raised his hand a little and said: "That year, he stole the sorghum rice from the brigade and asked my elder brother to give him a discount on his legs? After that, he was arrested and paraded through the streets. Did I, Mr. Shao, ask for mercy! You said he was pulled down, so my elder brother let him go."

"Yes!" The old lady clapped her hands after hearing this and said, "Shao Tuzhao still owes me a favor! Old man! He beat me by three hundred horses today!"

"It's okay, it's okay." Zhao Jun coaxed from the side: "He defeated us today, and we will win it back for him tomorrow. Grandma Song, Uncle Song, where is this guy now?"

After hearing Zhao Jun's question, the old lady looked at Song Changhai, raised her neck and asked, "Where are you putting it? Are you still alive now?"

"He's alive, but he's in the city." Song Changhai said, "Look at his bear-like appearance. My son is quite filial. I brought him to the city, otherwise he would starve to death in the countryside."

"How do you know?" the old lady asked curiously: "After your elder brother beat him, didn't he move away?"

"Ah!" Song Changhai nodded and said, "He moved to another village, and then moved to the city."

After saying this, Song Changhai smiled and said: "I went with my eldest brother again. My eldest brother mentioned it to me when he came back a few years ago, but I would have forgotten it if I didn't mention it today."

As soon as Song Changhai finished speaking, Huang Gui introduced to Zhao Jun: "Brother Song is staying with the armed forces department in the city."

Having said this, Huang Gui paused and said, "Minister."

"Ah!" Zhao Jun nodded slightly, and then asked Song Changhai: "Uncle Song, can I find this person if I want to enter the city?"

"Yes!" Song Changhai said: "It's just a matter of words for us men. You saved my old lady today. After that, you didn't say anything. Just give us Fang'er and you gave it to us.

Zhao Xiao, you are interesting, and your Uncle Song is also unambiguous. If you have something to do, just tell us and our Lao Song family will arrange it for you! "

When Song Changhai said this, Zhao Jun didn't know whether he should say it or not!