"It's not spicy. Just don't put those two cabbages of yours. Cut them and set them aside."
"If you want it, go ahead and chop the green onions."
"Snake butt, I'll leave the pork to you."
"Meng is annoyed, take out your vermicelli and set aside."
"Xiaodou Cake, go get some more firewood."
Once the arrangements were made, everyone began to get busy with a clear division of labor.
Meng Fanxiao whispered to the veterinarian: "It's weird, how come this officer knows our nicknames?"
Veterinarian Hao said: "Don't make blind guesses. Look, this officer has something. It's probably true."
"Veterinarian, why are you still hiding the oil in your crotch? Take it out quickly." Liao Mingyu said to the veterinarian who was smoking a dry cigarette at the side.
"You're an old kid, you really have something in your crotch!" Meng Fangliao said in surprise.
"Hey, there are some injured dolls there. We have to take care of them." Vet Hao, who spoke Shaanxi dialect, smiled dryly and sheepishly took out a small bottle of oil from his trouser pocket.
"Sir, how do you know there is oil in this place?"
Meng Fangla stared at him suspiciously, and then sat down carelessly: "Sir, since you are the leader of the regiment, why would you condescend to come to our small place? We are all a bunch of broken soldiers." Deserter, aren't you afraid of lowering your status?"
"Besides, even if you are the leader, you should have proof. Otherwise, how would we know whether you are real or... fake?" Meng Fan looked at Liao Mingyu with a smile, and everyone stopped. He stopped his movements and became alert. Kaname quietly winked at Bula, who intentionally or unintentionally picked up a stick and hid it behind his back. Even Milong, who had been lying lazily in the hammock, sat up alertly.
The war has been going on for so long, not to mention the soldiers, even the officers and gentlemen have died a lot. There are many big-headed soldiers who use the officers' clothes to cheat and kidnap them. Even spies pretending to be spies by little devils happen from time to time.
Liao Mingyu was not angry, and smiled softly. He took out a small book from his pocket and threw it to Meng Fan: "If you don't believe that I am real, then your rotten legs are not fake, right? Look good. Look, after reading this answer I still want your leg, because I have a way to heal your leg!"
Meng Fangli quickly opened the notebook in his hand, and everyone gathered around to see what was going on, but not two of them were literate.
Military ID! Position: Commander of the Sichuan Army Corps, rank of colonel, name, age, and photo are listed one by one. There is also the unique steel seal of the Ministry of Military and Political Affairs at the bottom. This does not look like a fake.
"What's going on, annoying, is it real or fake?" Kang Ya asked.
Meng Fanglia ignored him. His attention was focused on what Liao Mingyu said after he said it: "Do you really mean this?! Can you really heal my leg?"
"It's as real as the military officer's ID card in your hand." Liao Mingyu said and took back the military officer's ID card.
"You must do what you say. Little Master, I won't hold grudges if I don't know anything else! If you heal my leg, I will be willing to work as a cow or a horse!" Meng Fan heard that he could cure his leg. Instantly excited.
"There's no point in holding a grudge. You have to be able to repay kindness. It's no problem to heal your leg, but I have a condition."
"But it doesn't matter." In order to save this leg, Meng Fangliao would do anything! In the original work, it was due to lack of medicines that his wounds were ulcerated and infected over a large area, and his legs were not healed from head to tail. It was a miracle that his legs were not amputated. Medicines like sulfonamides could only last for a short time.
Liao Mingyu took out the military first-aid kit from his waist, took out disinfectant, bandages, antibiotics and other things from the bag and played with it in his hands: "From now on, I want you to be my messenger, be there whenever I call, and keep You are within three meters of me, which is where a slap can reach you. If you can do it, I will save your leg."
Looking at the thing in Liao Mingyu's hand, Meng Fan's eyes went straight! "That's it? No problem, I promise we can do it!" This is too simple.
Meng Fanglia looked at Liao Mingyu in disbelief. After confirming that he was not joking, he saluted with a formal military salute: "Report to the regiment! The messenger Meng Fanglia is reporting to you! It is definitely within three meters. If you don't believe me, you can slap him." Slap to confirm!”
Liao Mingyu raised his arm as if to slap him. The kid's head shrank in fright, but he still straightened his waist and did not dodge. Liao Mingyu put down his hand and smiled with satisfaction: "Okay, don't stand like a wooden stake. Come over and help. If your legs and feet are not good, just sit here and add firewood."
"Yes!" Meng Fanglia believed that he could cure his leg. In this remote place, he had pork and white flour, a military officer's ID card, a first aid kit, and the majestic pistol on his waist. Meng Fangliao believed that he could cure his leg. He knew that the pistol was by no means a Xibei product. He still had some discernment. Many officers below the regiment level did not have such beautiful guns. All of this was enough to prove the authenticity of the young officer in front of him.
"Hey, look, when Fanla, this turtle boy, heard that he could heal his legs, his face turned faster than a dog's." Kaname looked at Mengfan with disdain.
"It's wrinkled, you bastard's lid is dripping." Bu La also laughed beside him.
Cut the meat, add oil, add green onions, put it in the pan and stir-fry... The pork belly exudes a burst of meaty aroma under the stir-frying of lard. Everyone gathered around the cauldron and swallowed involuntarily.
Then add water, vegetables, and soy sauce... After a while, a fragrant pot of pork and cabbage stewed vermicelli is ready.
The pot is on!
Everyone got a bowl of fragrant pork stewed vermicelli.
"It smells so good. I almost forget what the meat tastes like if I eat that bullshit white water pumpkin every day."
"It's not spicy. You bitch, eat less and leave some for me."
"My dear, our leader's craftsmanship is really impressive."
Everyone devoured the pork vermicelli in their hands, except for Mi Long, who was lying on the hammock and fanning leisurely.
"A bunch of worthless things, just eating pork stewed vermicelli and that's how good they are."
As the richest man in the entire cannon fodder group, he didn't even bother with this pork-stewed vermicelli meal. He had all the good stuff, such as canned beef, liquor, and cigarettes. Both arms were hung exaggeratedly with all kinds of watches.
"Ding, congratulations to the host for completing the mission and receiving the mission reward."
"Get 10 first aid kits"
"Get 30 ocean coins"
"The 30 sets of expeditionary army soldier uniforms obtained have all been stored in the warehouse and can be taken out by the host at any time."
At this time, Meng Fan limped over and slowly opened his trousers, revealing the hideous wound.
You don't need to look at it to know that his wound has been completely inflamed and the condition is very serious. If it is not treated with anti-inflammatory treatment, the leg will be considered useless and may face the risk of amputation in the future.
"Um, Tuanzu, we agreed in advance that you would help me heal this leg. When will I start the treatment?"
Liao Mingyu looked at the system warehouse and saw that 10 first aid kits were in place. They contained not only basic anti-inflammatory drugs, but also some simple surgical instruments.
Recalling the plot of the original drama, Liao Mingyu couldn't help but feel speechless. It turned out that in order to heal his leg, this guy stole all the savings of the Sichuan girl Xiaozui's family and went to the black market to exchange for a few pills of sulfonamide.
Sulfonamide has anti-inflammatory and antiseptic properties, which also gave his leg a slight chance to survive. But Xiao Zui, who was originally innocent and cute, lost his source of livelihood and could only become a prostitute. This was something Liao Mingyu didn't want to see at all.
"Come with me."
The two of them walked out of the yard, and Meng Fan asked in confusion: "Tuanzuo, I know the boundaries of Chanda. It seems there is no place for me to treat my legs. Where are you taking me?"
"If you still want to keep your rotten leg, go and return the few oceans you stole to that girl, and then apologize to her properly." Liao Mingyu said in a deep voice.
Meng Fan was startled and subconsciously touched a small paper bag in his pocket, which also contained a few pills of sulfa he bought from the black market. He said guiltily: "You...how did you know?"
He has never told anyone about this. How did this new leader know about it?
Meng Fangliao was a man who cared about face, but for the sake of this leg, he no longer cared about face, so he had no choice but to become a thief again. I used the stolen money to exchange for a few sulfonamides on the black market. Now being exposed by Liao Mingyu, he immediately felt ashamed.
"I know a lot of things. Stop talking nonsense. Hurry up and lead the way."
"But..." Meng Fangna hesitated to speak. Dayang asked him to take them all to change the medicine. How could he still have the money to return it to her? It was impossible to give her this small bag of sulfonamide. Could she have it?
"Huh." Liao Mingyu glanced at him angrily. He seemed to know his little thoughts, and took out 15 ocean coins from the system warehouse without leaving a trace, threw it to him, and then walked forward.
Meng Fanlao took it and took a look, and was shocked, what a good guy, it cost 15 oceans! He quickly said: "Tuanzuo, if you can't get this much, I'll just steal...just take 5 oceans."
"Your uncle, you must be sincere in your apology." Liao Mingyu imitated his Peiping accent and said in an ironic tone: "Hurry up and lead the way. Do you know the way?"
I originally wanted to pretend to be wrong and move forward without looking back. Grandma, looking at the criss-crossing alleys in front of me, I didn’t know where to go. There was a moment of embarrassment.
"This way, please come over here." Meng Fanxiao hurriedly ran to the front to lead the way. He was speechless for a while. Why are you running so fast if you don't know the road? You are bullying yourself for being a lame.
The two of them came to the door of Xiaozui's house and looked at the dilapidated gate and the wooden sign hanging on the door that symbolized prostitutes...
"Ah, this..." I became a thief in this house. I didn't expect that such a theft would have such a great impact on the girl. He stole all her savings and forced her to become a prostitute...
Thinking of this, Meng Fanlao felt cold and sat down on the stone road with a plop.
