...On this day, some strange guests came to Qingshan Village in the middle of Zhongtiao Mountain. Judging from their identities and clothing, they were said to be refugees who had escaped from the Japanese-occupied areas.
During this period, as the Fourth Independent Regiment was divided into three parts, anti-Japanese revolutionary base areas were initially established in Dashu Village, Qingshan Village, and Guhe Village.
As the news spread, there were indeed some people in enemy-occupied areas who went to the countryside to seek food because they could not survive in the county.
The situation in front of me is not unusual.
After the village chief of Qingshan Village told the village militia captain about the matter, the two of them joined forces.
The captain said: "Old village chief, let's verify the identities of these refugees. If they are really people who have fled, according to the wishes of our Eighth Route Army comrades, we will definitely help if we can."
The old village chief didn't say anything, and the two rushed to the entrance of the village and saw the dozen or so refugees.
The method of verifying identity is very simple. The old village chief is a native villager in the Zhongtiao Mountain area and is very familiar with the local dialect, customs, and various habits.
If you have a little contact with these refugees and chat for a while, you can get a clear picture of them.
After a conversation, these refugees found no flaws in their answers and could talk about some local things. There were no language problems either.
In the end, the old village chief said, "There shouldn't be a problem. They do look like refugees."
In this way, Qingshan Village took in these dozen people who had escaped.
Among the refugees was a relatively short man with a little bow legs and a pockmarked face. He called himself Wang Liu and was from Ji County.
Because my parents died early and I couldn't find any work in the county, I thought of going to the countryside to plant some fields and earn a living.
"Everyone usually calls me Wang Mazi. Village chief, you might as well call me Wang Mazi!"
A nickname has invisibly shortened the distance between Wang Mazi and the villagers.
Wang Liu, who is not an eye-catching person among the refugees, is actually very articulate. Every time he chats with the villagers, he can always make everyone laugh with a few words.
Later, Wang Mazi, who stayed in Qingshan Village, was much more diligent than the other refugees. He often helped some elderly women who had no men at home to work in the village.
Therefore, the people of Qingshan Village have a good impression of Wang Liu.
"Wang Mazi, you must be thirty this year, right?"
"No way, Uncle Zhao, then you are making me too old. I am only twenty-eight this year!"
"Twenty-eight, that's not too young. Do you want a wife?" Uncle Zhao joked with a smile.
Wang Mazi scratched his head naively, "Uncle Zhao, please stop making fun of me. With my stupid appearance and little wealth, no girl would be willing to marry me!"
Amidst the laughter, Wang Mazi got along more and more harmoniously with the villagers in Qingshan Village.
One time while working in the fields, Wang Mazi, who was so tired that he was sweating profusely, asked inadvertently:
"Uncle Zhao, since that little devil invaded our southern Shanxi, he has done many unscrupulous and evil things in the county. Our Qingshan Village is not too far from the devil-occupied area. Everyone lives here, and I look like You look quite peaceful, won’t the little devils come to harass you?”
It had been a while since Wang Mazi came to Qingshan Village. Uncle Zhao didn't think much and replied with a smile: "Don't worry, we are not a place where little devils come just because they want. If there are devils, will they be able to go back?" It’s a question!”
"Is there such a thing?" Wang Mazi seemed surprised.
This time, Uncle Zhao lowered his voice and said, "What are you afraid of? We are backed by the Eighth Route Army, which specializes in fighting Japanese invaders! You came from the county town, haven't you heard of the name of the Eighth Route Army?"
Wang Mazi thought for a while and nodded: "I've heard of it, but I've never seen it. In the minds of our people, these Eighth Route Army soldiers are all heroes who fight against Japanese invaders. Uncle, are they really that powerful?"
Uncle Zhao wiped the hot sweat from his forehead and nodded seriously: "No, all of us Eighth Route Army comrades are very skilled. We can climb over walls and climb over walls. If I hadn't been so old, I would have wanted to join them." Fighting the devils!"
It seems that the speaker is unintentional but the listener is intentional.
Wang Mazi smiled and replied: "Uncle Zhao, I'm not old. Do you think if I join the Eighth Route Army, will they want me?"
Uncle Zhao was stunned, looked at Wang Mazi for a few seconds, and then laughed and said: "Mazi, you are really ambitious, but it's a pity. If you just run over like this, the Eighth Route Army will definitely not accept you."
"Why is this?"
"Hush, these words cannot be spread randomly. The comrades of the Eighth Route Army have specifically told us that the little Japs have a wide range of eyes and ears. If the Japs and traitors infiltrate, it will not be good for our Eighth Route comrades."
"Why? Because the Eighth Route Army is our own people's team. They don't want those of us carrying hoes to turn around and go to the battlefield with guns to die."
"So, if you want to become the Eighth Route Army, you must first pass the assessment in the village, meet the standards, and join the militia team of our village. Only when you are fully trained can you join the main combat force of the Eighth Route Army."
Wang Mazi smiled and nodded, and then asked again: "Uncle, do we have militia in our village?"
This time, Uncle Zhao did not answer directly, but asked enigmatically: "What do you think? Hahahaha——"
…
One morning, the old village chief of Qingshan Village was enjoying the cool air in his house to escape the heat.
A half-year-old child suddenly ran into the house and said a few words in the old village chief's ear. After hearing this, the old village chief's face changed drastically. He suddenly sat up from the bench and asked: "Er boy, what are you doing?" Are you sure you read that correctly?"
The child nodded and said seriously: "I must have read that right, village chief. I saw clearly through the crack in the door that Li Dazhu secretly threw away the unfinished food."
The old village chief is old, has seen a lot of storms, and is not lacking in wisdom.
He thought about it before and after, and immediately realized that something was wrong.
"No, if you really escape, you will never waste food. Maybe a traitor sent by the Japanese has sneaked in!"
"Village chief, what can we do?" Erwazi asked anxiously.
"Don't worry, these people are definitely not here to deal with us, but to deal with our Eighth Route Army comrades. Go and call your father over."
"Eh!"
Soon, after Erwazi called his father to the village chief's house, the village chief and Zhang Dashan hid in the house, secretly planning how to deal with the matter.
"It's just because I'm pouring rice. What if I make a mistake? Village chief, I think we have to try it out."
The old village chief nodded in agreement, "We need to be more cautious about this matter. In this way, Dashan, you can find a way to test it a few more times. After discovering the situation, we will immediately find a way to tell Captain Wang and the others."
"Okay!" Zhang Dashan turned and left to make preparations.
But it was said that Li Dazhu fled to Qingshan Village with Wang Mazi and a dozen other refugees at that time. After being tested by the village chief and others for his identity, he stayed in Qingshan Village.
Later, after the village chief communicated with Aunt Liu, Aunt Liu vacated a mud house in her home for Li Dazhu to live in.
Therefore, Aunt Liu and Li Dazhu had more contact with each other.
Li Dazhu was a very honest person and was not lazy at work, so Aunt Liu took good care of him.
During dinner, Zhang Dashan found Aunt Liu calmly and did not tell Aunt Liu the whole story. Instead, he asked Aunt Liu to make a pot of thick rice made with wild vegetables and some gnocchi, and invited Li Dazhu to eat.
Aunt Liu and Li Dazhu usually live under the same roof.
During the current war, we don’t pay so much attention.
So it is quite normal to have a meal together.
Li Dazhu, who returned from farming, had no doubts about this.
However, Aunt Liu was a little strange. When she was cooking before, Dashan insisted on confessing that she deliberately cooked the rice to make it taste unpalatable.
After the food was served, Li Dazhu's nose twitched when he smelled the smell of batter and looked at the burnt black thick rice with wild vegetables.
Aunt Liu didn't mind at all, picked up the bowl and started eating. Countryside people cherish food. There are wars everywhere right now, so it's good to have a stutter.
When there was nothing to eat, the bark and grass roots were countless times more palatable than this, so I still had to swallow them with my eyes closed.
Naturally, Zhang Dashan was also there. He stayed and ate half of the bowl on the pretext that he happened to be passing by.
The three of them gathered around an old Eight Immortals table with missing legs and a stone cushion, eating one bite at a time while chatting.
"Dazhu, I see you don't eat well like this. Why, the food cooked by my aunt today is not delicious?" Zhang Dashan joked with a smile.
Li Dazhu shook his head quickly and hummed: "It's delicious!"
As he said that, he picked up the bowl and put it in his mouth.
Zhang Dashan laughed and said: "Dazhu, it's not right for you to eat thick rice like this. You have to hold your chopsticks upright, close to the edge of the bowl, pick them up bit by bit, and then eat slowly. It’s interesting enough!”
Li Dazhu smiled stupidly, nodded, and tried to eat according to what Zhang Dashan said.
Li Dazhu's bowl of rice was served by Zhang Dashan. It was a full bowl and the portion was very generous.
When he finished the second half of the bowl, Li Dazhu's speed slowed down significantly.
Zhang Dashan seemed to be eating the rice in his own bowl, but he secretly squinted at Li Dazhu, who was ladling away the thick rice.
When the bowl of rice was bottomed out, Zhang Dashan used chopsticks to carefully scoop out every noodle and broken wild vegetable in the bowl into his mouth until the bowl was as clean as if it had been licked by a dog.
Li Dazhu on the side also finished eating and put his bowl on the table with his chopsticks on the bowl.
But there were obviously some gnocchi and wild vegetables in his bowl.
Zhang Dashan placed his rice bowl on the table with a bang as if it had been licked by a dog. Li Dazhu seemed stunned for a moment when he saw what was in the bowl. He quickly picked up the bottom of the bowl that he had eaten and took out the remaining wild vegetables and The batter went into your mouth.
At night.
Zhang Dashan came quietly to the old village head's house.
"Village Chief, you can't be wrong. This guy can't even eat thick rice. The rice is just a little mushy and he frowned several times while eating."
"I don't know if they are traitors, but they are definitely not refugees. We know the feeling of hunger all too well, and we cannot be willing to waste even a grain of food."
The old village chief nodded and said solemnly: "In this case, inform our militia team to control the people first, and then hand them over to the Eighth Route comrades. We will see if it is true or false later."
"Catch him first. If it's a traitor who sneaks in, things will be really bad."
"Eh!"
On the other side, Wang Mazi was about to go to bed when a gentle knocking sound suddenly sounded on the wooden window of the woodshed. The sound was rhythmic, dong, dong, dong dong——
Spread quietly in the stillness of the night.
Wang Mazi, who was resting with his eyes lightly closed and alert, rolled over from bed when he heard the sound, then walked to the firewood room, which is where the firewood is stacked on the stove in the kitchen, and put his ear against the wooden window. side.
Wang Mazi stayed at Uncle Zhao's house, Uncle Zhao lived in the back room, and Wang Mazi lived in the side room next to the kitchen.
The houses on both sides were far apart, so the slight movement did not alarm Uncle Zhao at this moment.
"Kurobe-kun..."
A deliberately lowered voice came from outside the window, speaking clearly in Japanese...
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