The last time he left home, Li Chendong, who had made the bold statement "If the Japanese pirates are not eliminated, they will not return home," unexpectedly returned home and was carried back.
Also coming back with him was Li San's gangster. When he went out, he still had two arms, but when he came back, he had only one arm. His right sleeve swinging in the wind made the housekeeper Li San burst into tears.
There has been a saying in China since ancient times that "the body's hair and skin are affected by its parents." The third boy's chopped off arm made Li San and his wife's hearts hurt like knives.
"Just come back! Just come back. Li San, wipe the tears from the corners of your eyes, don't let the baby see."
After Li Yaozu finished speaking, he quietly raised his sleeves to wipe away the moisture from the corners of his eyes.
"The wind was a bit strong, and a few grains of sand were blown in."
Li Yaozu explained without any reason, his voice was so low that only he could hear it!
Maybe, I just said it to myself.
"This bastard is still the leader of the regiment. Every time he comes back, he is either alone or being carried back. The old Li family has been completely disgraced by him!"
This sentence should be louder, just loud enough for his wife and housekeeper Li San to hear. Naturally, others are not allowed to hear it, especially in front of the mud-legged people in the village.
These bastards are getting more and more outrageous. Since the Eighth Route Army named Chu came, the villagers in Lijia Village have increasingly stopped taking his patriarch's words seriously.
They also formed a village committee, saying that all villagers have the final say in matters in the village. Those mud-legged people can't read a bunch of big words together. What do they know?
I originally thought that I would wait for the young man who was the leader of the government army to come back to support me and the squires, but now it seems that it is better to avoid talking about it.
One was lying half dead, another was missing an arm, and there were more than a dozen wilted remnants!
At first glance, it seems that they have returned from a defeated battle, and they are not as good as Erxiaozi's militia.
"Oh, forget it, just come back. Why are you angry with Chu and Balu? You can't do it!"
Thinking of this, Li Yaozu couldn't help but let out a long sigh, showing his helplessness and unwillingness to do what he wanted.
"Dad, Mom, I'm back. Even though I suffered a little injury, I've almost recovered. I'm fine. You don't have to sigh!"
Seeing his parents, Li Chendong climbed up from the stretcher with difficulty and spoke with much confidence.
One is to reassure parents, and the other is not to overpower the leader in front of the township party.
"Well, just come back. Let's go home first!"
Li San, prepare food for more than a dozen people. It's noon and everyone is hungry. We need enough meat! "
When the dozen or so wilted soldiers heard that there was meat to eat, they immediately became energetic, just like the old Japanese melons in the field poured a big ladle of fertilizer.
The kids have come home, and what could be more exciting than serving a big bowl of meat.
Li Yaozu was a pragmatist through and through, and he never bothered to engage in frivolous things.
No matter how many nice comforting words you say, nothing is as good as serving a big bowl of meaty noodles that rise to the top of the bowl!
Of course, a small bowl of Shanxi mature vinegar that is so sour that it will knock your teeth off is also indispensable.
"Mom, bring me another fat garlic!"
"Boss, please eat slowly. No one is trying to fight you. Your wounds are not fully healed yet!"
Li Chendong's mother turned around and went to get the garlic. As she walked, she didn't forget to spit:
"Damn you little devil, you are so ruthless!"
Li Chendong hadn't eaten such delicious noodles for a long time. The piles of fatty meat dumplings made him want to eat it. He swallowed it with the plump garlic head, not to mention how fragrant it was!
The noodles are just right but the garlic is not right, which is equal to half right. Every time I eat it, it still smells good under the garlic made by my mother.
Li Chendong ate a whole bowl in one go. The bowl was bigger than his head. He was so afraid that he wouldn't eat enough. The pile of stinky food was as high as the wheat stack in the old Li family's granary.
"Where are the second and third children? Why haven't you seen them?"
After finishing a huge bowl of noodles, Li Chendong remembered that he hadn't seen his two brothers and casually asked about his father.
Not to mention the second and third eldest children in his family, it was okay, but when he mentioned Li Yaozu, he was full of resentment. Now it's better, the boss is back, and finally there is a new person who can listen to his anger.
"Forget about those two bastards, the second and third, especially the third. If you don't learn from the good guys, you'll go out and fight the Japanese with the Eighth Route Army!"
When Li Chendong heard this, he immediately lost the desire to eat noodles. The third child who felt most distressed had gone to work as No. 8. How could he, the leader of the group, still be able to eat?
"Dad, what are you talking about? The third child has gone to work as No. 8?"
"Boss, it's the 8th Route Army! Aren't you cooperating now? Don't dare call us that."
Li Chendong only remembered when his father reminded him that these individuals were now called Route 8, and they were at least friendly forces on the surface.
"Dad, call him No. 8 or No. 9. This is just like our rock sugar radish. The skin is white but the heart is still red!"
"When I was in Jiangcheng, I saw people with the last name killing them. How cruel! I would rather kill a thousand by mistake than let one go!"
"I couldn't bring myself to kill them, and I didn't want to be killed by mistake, so I ran back to the Jinsui Army."
"The two sides have been fighting for ten years. The government has temporarily chosen to cooperate with them. They will have to fall out after the Japanese are beaten away. I don't want to kill our youngest brother then!"
Li Chendong's words just happened to be heard by the mother who brought the garlic, and she immediately became anxious. Not to mention his three boys, even the eight-year-olds in the village were all good people. When he heard that the boss wanted to kill them, he quickly stopped him. road:
"Boss, it's not your godmother's business to do what others do. You can't do this. That's your third brother! He will be punished!"
After the Japanese are beaten away, you all go home to farm and become the leader of the Lao Shizi regiment. Some of you are injured every three days, but our family has no shortage of food and supplies for you! "
"Mom, you don't understand!"
After Li Chendong finished speaking, he reached out to his mother for garlic. The old lady retracted her hand and continued:
"Mom doesn't understand any big principles. I only know that my brothers can't go around killing each other. You fight the Japanese and I'll make noodles for you when you come back. You must dare to imitate others and kill the Eighth Route Army. Don't talk about eating noodles when you go home. You won't even get there. Let you in!"
Li Chendong couldn't convince his mother, so he had to look for support from his father. Unexpectedly, his father, who usually stood by his side, no longer supported him.
"I said boss, your mother is right. Although I don't like these Eighth Route Army, they fight against Japanese invaders and they are reasonable. Our family will not get involved in this."
Li Chendong was completely speechless. He finally understood. If he kept talking, let alone eat the garlic in his mother's hands, he wouldn't even be able to eat the noodles next time he came back.
"Dad, don't listen to the nonsense. We have to rely on us to fight the Japanese. What can they do with their broken guns?
Are the Japanese so easy to fight? I have a strong regiment with only a dozen guns to fight with, and so does the third child. If you want to fight the Japanese, follow me. The Eighth Route Army has always wandered but never attacked! "
When the old lady saw that the boss stopped shouting about killing, she handed him the garlic in her hand.
Which one of them is better at fighting the Japanese is not her business as an old country woman, but the boss cannot beat the third!
There is also a second child! Although he was just a militia platoon leader, his platoon seemed to be more energetic than the soldiers brought back by the boss.
"The palms and backs of the hands are full of flesh. How did those people remove them?"
The old lady couldn't help but muttered.
