The courtyard on the right side is very large, with an independent kitchen and four rooms. It was used to be used by relatives of the Jiang family or bandits who temporarily came down from the mountain.
As soon as Zhou Wen walked in, he saw a short figure squatting on the ground and playing in the mud. Blue cloth trousers and a pair of cloth shoes stained with mud. A big ball-like head swayed on his thin neck, making people worry about how his thin and narrow shoulders could support it.
Zhou Wen knew that this was Idiot - Uncle Beard's only relative in the world.
Zhou Wen gently put down Hongxiu, held her hand and walked slowly to the child. He was focused on building an unrecognizable pile of mud on the ground, ignoring the two people who walked up to him.
Zhou Wen looked at the child carefully, with a high forehead, small and slender eyes, and a face that vaguely resembled a king's beard. There are still two long dragons hanging under the nostrils. When it almost reaches the mouth, it will be sucked back into the nest with a sound of "Whoosh!", and then slowly flow out again...
Zhou Wen was so frightened that he took out a towel from his bag and put it under the child's nose to wipe it with him. At this time, the big head raised his head and glanced at Zhou Wen. The slender little eyes are like a peaceful pool of water, clear and bright. Then he lowered his head and continued playing in the mud.
Zhou Wen handed the towel to Hongxiu, rolled up his sleeves, squatted down and played in the mud with the child. Hongxiu stood nearby, guarding the two dragons with full vigilance. If they dared to show their heads, they would kill them with a towel.
Three figures, one big, two small, were playing and watching in this small yard. It actually gives people a feeling of tranquility and peace.
Gao Xiaoshan didn't want to disturb this rare peaceful atmosphere, so he stopped Aunt Zhang and Erya who came out to say hello after hearing the sound, and went back to the house with them.
Zhou Wen didn't know how long it had been since he had played with mud, so he suddenly concentrated on it. After several failures, he finally made a model of the house, and even dug a hole in the door with his fingers. I feel satisfied that I haven't lost my childhood skills.
"This isn't a house, it doesn't look like it." A soft and hoarse voice came. Zhou Wen looked up and saw a pair of bright, unadulterated small eyes under the big head.
Zhou Wen chuckled and said: "I think it's okay. Look, this is the door, this is the roof...Hey! Stop it!"
Before he finished speaking, a pair of small hands crushed the mud hut made by Zhou Wen into pieces, and then reassembled the clay, made it plastic, and became regular. In the blink of an eye, a well-built mud hut appeared in front of us, with windows and doors even opened.
"This is the house, not yours." Big Head looked at Zhou Wen seriously and said. Zhou Wen was speechless for a moment. He originally thought about sticking out the kitten's paws from the door curtain - showing a small hand. Who knows that others are experts.
Pointing to the pile of mud that the child had built with some confusion, he said, "What does this look like to you?" I thought, could it be that this child has entered the ranks of abstract art?
"It looks like shit, like the shit I pooped today." Those bright little eyes were still looking at Zhou Wen seriously.
"Plop!" With a sound, Zhou Wen sat down on the ground.
"Plop!" came another sound, and Hongxiu fell to the ground laughing...
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The time came on September 20, 1930. This morning, the transportation team that had just returned to Xuchang station from Ertang Village the day before gathered together, and they all looked curiously at the thin, big-headed boy standing next to Zhou Wen in front of the queue. The brothers who knew him were all wondering, isn't this the idiot?
Zhou Wen said loudly: "Brothers, I want to announce something today. Our leader, Uncle Hu, has left a bloodline in this world, which is the child next to me. He is not Uncle Hu's nephew, but Uncle Hu's. biological son."
"Buzz!" a voice sounded. This explosive news immediately shocked the entire queue, but they were well-trained and immediately fell silent. The look in his eyes when he looked at this child was different, with an air of kindness. They all know the kindness of the group leader and know that without Wang Huzi, the transportation team would not be what it is today.
Zhou Wen continued: "From today on, this child will no longer be called Silly Man, but his name will be Wang Xiaohu. I can't control other villagers, but I hope that our brothers will all call him Xiaohu from now on. There is no Silly Man in this world, only Wang Xiaohu." . From now on, our transportation team has the responsibility to protect him, take care of him, and raise him.
From now on, everyone here today must shoulder this responsibility as long as they are alive. Brothers, can you do it? "
"Yes, I can do it!" Everyone including Hongxiu and Zhou Yongbin shouted in unison.
In this way, Wang Xiaohu became a new member of the transportation team. The team members usually rushed to give him delicious food and fun, and Hongxiu also had a follower. Although Wang Xiaohu is two years older than Hongxiu, he is not as tall as Hongxiu and looks more like Hongxiu's younger brother. Children like children, so he will naturally be closer to Hongxiu.
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The Central Plains War, which lasted for more than half a year, has now come to an end. Marshal Zhang of the Northeast Army, who had been waiting in the Northeast for a long time, dispatched the 1st and 2nd Corps of the Northeast Frontier Defense Army to enter the customs and join the formation of the National Army. Seeing that there was no hope of victory, many generals of the Northwest Army defected on the battlefield. Zhou Wen knew that the war would end soon.
However, he increased the training load of the transportation team even more, because when the war is over, it will be difficult to have the current situation where all kinds of firearms and ammunition are freely manufactured.
The relatives in Ertang Village also received a large amount of material and financial support, and they basically had no worries about food and clothing within a year or two. Zhou Wen also gave Hao Laodao a task, asking him to set up a pole in the sky again, summon his former confidants and old brothers, and left him a lot of guns and ammunition. However, they are strictly prohibited from robbing anymore, and they can collect protection fees from surrounding villages in the name of fighting other bandits. The main purpose is to protect the safety of Ertang Village.
What Zhou Wen didn't expect was that since the bandits around Funiu Mountain were basically wiped out by the army, Hao Laodao became the biggest pole in Funiu Mountain in less than half a year. He had hundreds of men and guns, many of whom were broken soldiers and deserters who had become homeless after the war. Under the training of a small officer of the Northwest Army who had escaped and surrendered, he was quite capable. No other bandit dared to establish a foothold within dozens of miles.
When going down the mountain, everyone covered their faces with black masks and lined up in an orderly manner. They do not kill people or rob goods, and only charge a reasonable amount of protection fees. As a result, the people in this mountainous area lived in rare peace for a few years, paying protection fees willingly and without complaint.
Later, he actually gained the title of Masked Army. Ertang Village has naturally become a lookout village for the masked army, so life should not be too comfortable.
After Zhou Wen arranged the relatives of the replenishment group, he began to think about how to smoothly bring his brothers home from the army. But he didn't expect that even though the transport team tried its best to keep a low profile and try not to attract the attention of the headquarters, it would still be targeted by someone who was interested.
