At Li Dayong's house, Dayong's mother was making dumplings in the kitchen. Li Tieniu, the leader of the children's regiment, was seriously reporting to Brigadier Chu. There was also a militia platoon leader standing next to him;
"Regiment commander" and brigade commander are here, how can there be a militia platoon leader's position!
"Comrade Li Tieniu, your Children's League has done a great job, I'm very satisfied, keep up the good work!
But this academic performance thing cannot be ignored. I couldn't get an excellent grade in Chuxiong's children's regiment leader exam. Where do you want me, the brigade commander, to put my face?
How can you lead the work of the whole group if you don’t look like the leader of the children’s group anymore! "
After being criticized, Li Tie stood up with a loud sound, puffed out his chest and said loudly:
"Report to the brigade commander, if I can't get a top grade at the end of the year, I will withdraw myself!"
After Li Tieniu finished speaking, he went straight to the back room angrily, and Er Yong's mother happened to come out with dumplings. Said to Li Tieniu:
"Third boy, where are you running? You're eating dumplings."
Li Tieniu said without looking back:
"Go and endorse it!"
Li Tieniu went to start the battle to defend the "head" in such a hurry that even his favorite dumplings no longer tasted good. The militia platoon leader who was gloating at the misfortune couldn't help laughing.
You have to rely on the brigade commander to deal with the "regiment leader". Militia platoon leaders are not easy to use because their levels are not equal.
"This kid is so impatient, don't care about him. He eats dumplings, they are so delicious!"
Dayong's mother handed Chu Xiong a large bowl of dumplings. They were all white and fat, and looked appetizing. Then she looked straight at Chu Xiong.
Chu Xiong picked up a big fat dumpling, marinated it with a little vinegar and stuffed it into his mouth. His tongue was so hot that it swirled around. He swallowed it after a few seconds, leaving a mouthful of fragrance.
Someone in Chu seemed to have forgotten what the old man said and was too anxious to eat hot dumplings.
"Mom, it smells so good!"
Dayong Niang suddenly burst into laughter, which was the biggest compliment for her hard work all morning.
"As long as it smells good, eat more, there's still more in the pot!"
After Dayong Niang finished speaking, she turned around and went into the kitchen to serve dumplings to Dayong. Next time she meets Er Ni Niang and Sanya Niang, she can show off - "Brigadier Chu said that the dumplings I made are delicious."
"Uncle Fifth, how will the harvest be this year?"
Chu Xiong asked about the honest and honest Li Lao Wu. Li Lao Wu, like most farm men, usually didn't talk much. As soon as he talked about things in the crop fields, his chat box opened up.
"Well, I collected some money this year and bought another 3 acres of the land I rented. Mr. Li Renyi, the price is more than 30% cheaper than outside.
Now the family has 3 acres of their own land, and rented 8 acres of fertile land and 3 acres of sloping land from Mr. Liu. After paying 50% of the rent, the family has enough to eat and can still save some.
I plan to get Er Yong married next year, and now we can all have dumplings every now and then. "
"Uncle Fifth, did Mr. Li buy the land from Mr. Liu? What is he like? Does he have any bad behavior of bullying tenants?"
Li Laowu shook his head and said:
"No, Mr. Liu is also very benevolent. He pays 50% of the rent. He also gives two pounds of meat to the farmers during the holidays. He is also very kind to the farmers when he meets them."
I was eating dumplings when a crunching voice came from outside:
"Fifth Aunt, is the brigade commander at your house?"
When Chu Xiong heard it was Er Ni's voice, he shouted outside again:
"Er Ni, come over and eat dumplings. The dumplings made by your fifth aunt are so delicious."
Erni usually doesn't call her "Brother Chu" when there are a lot of people, because this girl has a tender face.
"No, I've already eaten. My mother cut the meat and ordered dumplings for dinner."
When Chu Xiong heard this, he thought it was dumplings again. He had been eating dumplings a lot in the past few days, and he had achieved the freedom of dumplings.
"I know, I'll come over in the afternoon!"
Aunt Seven told Chu Xiong that he must go there, otherwise he would never be able to eat the dumplings made by her again when he came to Lijiacun next time. Chu Xiong guessed that something was wrong.
After Chu Xiong ate dumplings at Dayong's house, he went to the militia company with Dayong. He planned to practice with the militiamen. In the past few days, he had been eating without practicing, and fat was almost growing on his waist.
When they arrived at the militia company, they found that Meng Jiaqi was also there. One of them taught the male militiamen to practice tactics, and the other taught the female militiamen to practice marksmanship. It was very lively.
A layman watches the excitement, an expert watches the door. Chu Xiong only took a few glances at the militiamen's movements to know that Li Chennan had not fooled him. The tactical level of the militiamen in Lijiacun was comparable to that of the main company;
Although there are still some gaps, we already have something of our own. Now if a small group of Japs comes, the militia company can borrow the blessing of mines and tunnels to deal with them without any problem.
After Chu Xiong arrived, he quickly became involved with them, and the enthusiasm on the training ground became even higher. They practiced in the winter and in the summer, and the militiamen were braving the scorching sun on the training ground like rain;
For the sake of the tranquility of Lijia Village and to drive away the Japs, they were well prepared and ready to fight a people's war with the invaders at any time and drown the Japs with the vast ocean of People's War.
Before we knew it, as the sun set, Li Chennan, the militia company commander, blew the brass whistle to close the drills, and each class began to assemble, comment, and disband.
The male militiamen led by Chu Xiong went straight to the pond at the head of the village, while the female militiamen shyly turned around and went home.
"These men are not ashamed either!"
In the evening, when the chickens returned to their nests, Chu Xiong returned to Aunt Seven's house on time, refreshed;
The chickens have all gone back to their nests, so Chu Xiong naturally wants to go home for dinner, not to mention there are dumplings.
Chu Xiong's advantage of having a big nose was reflected in the fact that he could smell the aroma of dumplings from a long distance. The voice arrived before anyone arrived:
"Aunt Qi, it smells so good. Give me a big bowl today, and the dumplings made by Aunt Qi still smell good!"
"Flattery!"
Meng Jiaqi, who was helping in the kitchen room, spat lightly.
Chu Xiong entered the kitchen house looking for the aroma. When he saw the dumplings that Aunt Seven had just cooked, he stretched out his hand to grab them. Aunt Seven opened them with a chopstick and feigned anger:
"The dumplings made by your fifth aunt are also delicious, right? I went out for a few days and didn't know I was back. Wash your hands!"
"After eating around, I found that the dumplings made by Aunt Qi are still delicious."
Chu Xiong said shamelessly, but Aunt Seven still liked to hear this, because in her opinion, the dumplings made by Dayong's mother were incomparable to hers.
Chu Xiong washed his hands carelessly and sat down next to Old Seventh Uncle, waiting to eat dumplings. Old Seventh Uncle gave the cigarette pot to Chu Xiong, and Chu Xiong waved his hand quickly.
Victory's cigarette choked him, but this pot was even more powerful and he really couldn't bear it.
Chu Xiong chatted with Uncle Qi all the time, and after a while Erni brought a large pot of dumplings and handed them to Chu Xiong. Chu Xiong was not polite and started eating them directly.
He was right about one thing, the dumplings made by the seventh aunt were indeed better than those made by the fifth aunt.
The family began to eat dumplings around. Uncle Qi also took out the jar of wine that Chu Xiong had brought from Li Yaozu's house, poured a bowl for Chu Xiong, and asked Meng Jiaqi if he wanted to drink. Meng Jiaqi shook her head, but she had beautiful eyes. From time to time he glanced at Chu Xiong's wine bowl.
"If you want to drink, just drink. Dumplings go with wine. The more you drink, the better!
After training for a whole day, a bowl of wine will never change. "
Meng Jiaqi looked at Chu Xiong dubiously. Erni handed her a bowl and said to her:
"Sister, I will accompany you tonight to taste the taste of dumplings with wine. Why can their men drink it but we can't?"
"Er Ni, what nonsense are you talking about? Comrade Meng is from the Eighth Route Army, so he drinks as much as he can. You, a girl, drink whatever you want!"
"Dad, what did my mother say? She's too partial."
Uncle Seventh said solemnly:
"There's a big jar, drink it all, drink it all!"
As expected, she was her father's favorite daughter and had no bottom line. When the seventh aunt saw the boss speaking out, she could only let them do whatever they wanted.
The person who also loves his daughter without a bottom line is Wang Langtou.
Yuci, Wangcun, when short-haired Wang Xiangxiang returned home heroically with a box of cannons on her shoulders, Xiangxiang's mother became anxious:
"Wang Xiangxiang, you damn girl, are you going to heaven? Who told you to cut off your braids? How can you do this? How will you get married in the future?"
"Mom, why are you making such a fuss? We are building mines in the village and need hair. I am the director of the Women's Rescue Society. If you don't cut mine first, who will?"
"Old man, you don't care about your daughter, she's going to heaven!"
Wang Bangtou said solemnly:
"I think it's very good, very good!"
