Huaxian County, formerly known as Daokou Town, is an ancient city with a long history of more than a thousand years as a small town on the north-south land and water transportation route.
Merchants have always gathered here, and it is known as "Little Tianjin". It is famous for its specialty "Daokou Roast Chicken", which is known as "China's No. 1 Roast Chicken" for its unique "color, aroma, taste and shape". One chicken".
Suffering from war, coupled with drought, the rivers dried up. In just one year, the bustling county almost turned into an empty city!
Baidaokou Town is more than 20 miles away from Huaxian County in the southwest. It is still in the area controlled by the Japanese. However, after most ordinary people fled, it has also become depressed and the waterways have long been cut off.
However, as a small town on a transportation thoroughfare, there are still many businesses active in the town, and there are a small number of people living in the town who work for the businesses.
If you want to do business in troubled times, you must have a backer. Otherwise, your goods will be robbed when you go out.
The town was sparsely populated, and the Japanese had no intention of investing too much energy. There were more than a hundred people stationed in the town by Wu Hexiu, the Hua County Security Group.
The villages along the river outside the town have gradually become active areas for various forces. For the Eighth Route Army, this rural area is naturally an excellent guerrilla zone.
Unfortunately, the Jindi River has long since dried up.
Jiujianfang Village, where Jiuying is temporarily resting, is located between Baidaokou Town and Huaxian County. It is five miles away from Baidaokou Town in the north, 20 miles away from Huaxian County in the southwest, and 15 miles away from Baliying Town in the south.
A typical small plain village with single-family houses and earth-walled courtyards. It was set on fire by the Japanese and puppet troops during their raids, but there are still some villagers who are unwilling to leave living here.
It's just that there are almost no young people in the village, almost all of them are old, weak, women and children.
Nine rooms does not mean that there are really only nine rooms in the village.
At noon.
Single-family courtyards with rammed earth walls are common in the northern plains.
Traffic officer Lao Geng was in his forties, with gray hair and a dark face. He was standing at the door in a daze with a large bowl of horse meat in his hand, muttering: "How can a bunch of losers eat meat like this?"
Ma Liang, who was sitting opposite Lao Geng, was a little panicked: "Uncle Geng, just feel free to eat. This time we beat Wang Sanzhu and the bandits and captured a lot."
Old Geng was furious: "The meat should be made into jerky and cut into a piece when making porridge every day. You are making a mistake by eating like this!"
Ma Liang was speechless. The actions of the Nine Battalions were indeed a bit excessive, but they were all obtained by the blood and sacrifice of the soldiers, and most of the seizures were handed over to the division. Logically...no one had anything to say.
Lao Geng carried the bowl out of the yard, but he was thinking about how to solve the problem of water for so many people after the team arrived!
It is a good thing that the team has arrived, but if there is no way to solve the problem of draft, it is impossible for the team to stay here for one more day.
The deep well in the village could only scoop out two buckets of muddy water a day. After the team arrived, all the water that had been stored for many days in the homes of more than six households in the village was used up.
If it weren't for the water in the kettles brought by the team, we wouldn't be able to cook the broth at noon today.
Water use is a big issue.
There is a deep well in the town, but those traitorous security groups also value water more than their lives.
Thinking about something in his mind, Lao Geng turned into a narrow and dark passage between two walls.
At the end of the passage is a door made of wooden planks that have fallen into disrepair.
The door tied with a straw rope opened with a creak.
A bald child of twelve or thirteen years old immediately jumped out of the room. The child was not the skinny one often seen on the plains, but was as agile as a tiger's head.
The dirty gray clothes on his body were patched and patched. When he saw Lao Geng entering the courtyard and closing the door, he immediately shouted: "Grandpa, Uncle Geng from the work team came just now and brought two bags of food."
The child suddenly saw the steaming bowl in Lao Geng's hand and subconsciously asked: "Hey...is there anything to eat?"
Lao Geng raised his hand and touched the child's bald head. After hesitating for a moment, he raised the bowl with his left hand. With satisfaction, a smile appeared on Gu Zhezi's face: "Guess what grandpa prepared for you today?"
The child's eyes sparkled: "Is there any steamed buns?"
Lao Geng stretched out his right hand and dragged the child into the house: "Goudan, don't run around these two days, do you understand?"
Goudan pointed to the two cloth bags in the corner of the room: "The food sent by Captain Geng!"
Lao Geng glanced at it and then looked away. One person and one child sat down at the table.
Goudan's eyes turned to the bowl in Lao Geng's hand: "Grandpa, there seems to be a lot of people coming to the village. Is there someone from our team?"
Lao Geng put the bowl on the table. He didn't know how to tell the child about the Eighth Route Army. In fact, the child was not his grandson!
The child's father was an underground intelligence agent who was caught by the damn traitors and beheaded in Bali Camp.
The mother of the child was caught by traitors and was reportedly sent to a Japanese army camp. There has been no news since then. As for the outcome, it was definitely not much better.
The child was very sensible. He looked at the soup in the bowl but not the meat, and swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva without making a move.
Lao Geng was very satisfied: "Goudan, grandpa asked you to write, have you finished it?"
"It's all done!" Goudan got up from the stool, ran to the wall, took out a wooden plate and carefully placed it on the table. The wooden plate was filled with fine sand, and the fine sand was full of crooked words.
Lao Geng nodded: "If you make progress, I'll give you this bowl of meat as a reward. Eat it quickly. It won't taste good when it's cold."
It's said to be a bowl, but it's actually only a dozen pieces, most of which are soaked in the soup.
Although Goudan is young, he also knows that this meat is definitely hard-earned. He first drank two sips of soup, put a piece of meat into his mouth, chewed it carefully, and asked in a muttered voice: "Grandpa, what kind of meat is this?"
"It's horse meat, don't ask any questions, just eat it quickly!"
Goudan's face suddenly showed a hint of determination: "I want to join the Eighth Route Army to avenge my parents!"
Lao Geng was startled for a moment and shook his head: "You are still young. Let's wait until you grow up."
Goudan was a little disappointed and pushed the bowl in front of Lao Geng: "Grandpa, you eat too!"
"Eat quickly." Lao Geng pushed the bowl in front of Goudan.
He stood up and went to the corner to pick up the two bags of grain sent by Captain Geng. He quickly walked a few steps to the corner of the courtyard and put down the grain bags. He picked up a stone slab on the ground with his hands, put the grain into the hole under the stone slab and closed it. The stone slab was filled with soil, and then the gaps around the stone slab were filled with soil until nothing strange could be seen from the outside. Then he turned around and returned to the house.
I can't finish it! Goudan reluctantly looked at the half bowl of meat and soup left on the table.
Lao Geng let out a long sigh, touched Goudan's head, took out a pot lid made of reed poles from the side, and put it on the bowl: "Grandpa, I still have something to do. You can copy the words again later."
Seeing that Lao Geng didn't eat the remaining half bowl of broth, Goudan was a little disappointed.
Lao Geng turned around and left the yard.
Goudan placed a small plate on the table in front of him, smoothed the sand table with his hands, took out a "delicate" wooden stick, and began to draw on the sand table.
Soon, the sand table was filled with words again.
Goudan put down his pen, hesitated for a moment, opened the big lid on the bowl next to him, and smelled the broth that had solidified a thin film of oil but still emanated from it.
He closed the lid again and walked out of the main room without a door.
The door was tied with a rope by Lao Geng from the outside. He climbed directly up the side courtyard wall and exited the courtyard wall.
There was a faint sound of snoring coming from the yard next to me.
The girl stood in front of the broken window of the roofless house, holding a pen in her hand and writing something down in a book on the window sill.
Suddenly a head appeared outside the window.
Both of them were startled.
The girl stared: "Where did this little brat come from?"
When the child came over just now, he clearly didn't hear any movement in the room and thought there was no one there.
When he saw Xiao Hongying clearly behind the window, he quickly stretched out his fingers and put his lips on his lips: "Don't make a sound!"
Xiao Hongying's big eyes rolled around. The people in the village were all fortress families. Most of these half-grown children were brats from some fortress family. She wanted to tease her: "You call me sister, and I'll call you sister." Be silent!"
"Dream...hey...who are you? Why have I never seen you..." As soon as Goudan said this, he suddenly realized: "Were your parents also killed by the enemy?"
In the past, the work team often sent some orphans whose parents had sacrificed their lives to the subdistricts, and then entrusted people to adopt them.
Parents were also killed by the enemy? Xiao Hongying was stunned for a moment and asked casually: "Hey, what do you do?"
"I want to join the Eighth Route Army." Goudan carefully observed the turnover situation and answered smoothly.
As soon as the girl remembered the past, she was interrupted by the little kid's voice, and she couldn't help but laugh: "You? Hahaha...can you carry a gun?"
"Carrying a gun? You can also shoot! Forget it, you are just a little girl. Even if I tell you, you don't understand!"
After Goudan said that, he turned around and prepared to run away. He still had to find the leader of the Eighth Route Army. Every time a team crossed the border, they would stay in the courtyard next to it.
Although such a request has been rejected twice, he believes that it will definitely work this time!
Hongying, whose face turned red when the little brat called her a girl, was stunned for a while... then she realized: "Hey, little brat, stop right now!"
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