"My forehead is cold and my waist is cold too!" Qiu Bo complained at dawn.
"Then you have to be careful about your waist, it will take two lifetimes!" Qian Chuan'er said.
"Why is this a matter of two lifetimes?" Qiu Bo didn't understand.
"If the kidneys are cold, the yang will be deficient, and if the yang is deficient, the body will be weak, and if the body is weak, it will be unable to lift. It will be difficult to give birth to a child. Isn't it a matter of two lifetimes?" Qian Chuan'er said seriously.
Qian Chuan'er rarely spoke like this, and his reversal baffled the few people who had just woken up. The scholar Chen Hanwen burst into laughter with a burst of laughter.
"What the hell, you're not doing it!" Qiu Bo scolded Qian Chuan'er with a smile, and Qian Chuan'er laughed.
At this point, the others realized what Qian Chuaner meant, and they all laughed.
Qian Chuan'er knew some medical skills to some extent. Of course, the medical skills he knew were Chinese medicine. If he didn't understand any Chinese medicine, how could he know about Renzhonghuang, and how could he use Renzhonghuang to treat it? Hou Kanshan treats "disease"?
After Qian Chuan'er played a trick on Hou Kanshan, Mr. Wang and the others also asked Qian Chuan'er how he knew that he was a yellow man.
Qian Chuan'er didn't hide it. It turned out that a relative of his family owned a drug store, and he worked there as a clerk for a few days and helped people get medicine.
For this reason, Qin Chuan once said, why Qian Chuan'er doesn't love money? It turns out that Qian Chuan Zi is not really a money stick, but it is really the kind of bug called Qian Chuan Zi. It is also a traditional Chinese medicine!
When these few people who woke up laughed, the others also woke up.
At this time, the little dustpan said: "I had a dream last night. I dreamed of fighting with the little Japanese on the bayonet."
"Then how many little devils did you kill in your dream?" Erhanzi, who had woken up and was clutching his hungry belly, asked.
"I also killed a few Japs. I dreamed that the Japs stabbed me in the face with their bayonets, which scared me awake." Xiao Dustpan said with lingering fear.
"I also dreamed of bayoneting with the little Japs, and I killed two little Japs.
Then I felt like a kid stabbed me in the back with a bayonet, which made my whole spine feel cold. "Chen Hanwen also said, "I originally wanted to scream, but then I thought something was wrong, maybe I was dreaming, so I reached out and touched the side, and then I remembered that the battle was over. "
When Chen Hanwen said this, the scene where the 29th Army's sword faced the Japanese bayonet yesterday seemed to come back before his eyes.
Yesterday's killing attack made people feel frightened, but now that everyone was hungry, they all shuddered.
After all, hand-to-hand combat is the most brutal of all types of combat, and their group saw it even though they didn't participate.
If you think about it during the day, you will have dreams at night, and your sleep at night will be restless.
However, Old Man Wang had the foresight, but he asked everyone to put the knives, short guns, etc. they were carrying under the kang before going to bed, otherwise there was no chance that someone would do something outrageous if they were stimulated. Something is coming!
At this time, Shang Zhen saw that what everyone said was really hurting morale, so he glanced worriedly at Mr. Wang, who was about to get up early for a cigarette.
Mr. Wang also saw the worry in Shang Zhen's eyes. At this moment, he moved and kicked Chen Hanwen, who had just gotten off the ground and was about to go out to relieve himself.
"Oh, platoon leader, did you kick me?" Chen Hanwen, who was kicked unexpectedly, asked anxiously.
"Kick you? I said I had a dream in the middle of the night last night!" Mr. Wang said deliberately.
"Uncle Wang, what are you dreaming about?" Sure enough, Little Dustpan asked curiously.
"What were you dreaming about?" Mr. Wang asked angrily, "I fucking dreamed that a mouse got into my crotch in the middle of the night!"
"Ah?" "Coax"
They were stunned at first, and then everyone laughed, and among the laughter, several people asked Chen Hanwen where his hand went when he was dreaming.
Wang Laomao's joke was a bit crude, but it was also a joke between men.
But he did it by chance, just because Chen Hanwen slept next to him last night!
Amidst the laughter, everyone got up from the kang. Only Tiger Zhuzi was grinning on the kang. The smoke that Qin Chuan gave him was so strong that the wound began to hurt again, but the wound was The bleeding finally stopped.
Even though he was missing a piece of meat on his calf, it was still a blessing to not have his life in danger.
"The early bird catches the worm. Damn it, where is the worm?" Ma Erhuzi swung his arms and walked out of the door.
When Ma Erhuzi said this, everyone felt hungry.
Yes, the early bird catches the worm. Where are the worms they want to eat? I wonder if the landlord can still give them a mouthful of hot porridge.
Now they and the people from the 29th Army live in this village.
But after all, they are not from the 29th Army, so where can they get food here? They have no money now. The people of the 29th Army have good military discipline. They don't dare to think about the common people in front of the 29th Army. If the people of the 29th Army catch them, they will be punished on the spot!
Just when Shang Zhen and Wang Laomao were discussing how to get food, they heard Ma Erhuzi shouting outside the house: "Come out quickly, Lao Du is bringing us food!"
As soon as they heard this, everyone in the room felt their hearts heat up and they all ran out. The brothers who had carried the gun together were different after all. It seemed that Du Man had not forgotten the big guys!
Come to think of it, with a full belly, how could Du Man only care about his own belly and not care about his brothers who are suffering?
When everyone left the house, they saw that Du Manzhen had brought two people, and Han Liancai was holding a bag in his hand. Looking at the shape of the bulging bag, everyone knew that it must be cornmeal pancakes!
And the pocket was still steaming in the cold morning, obviously the food there was still warm.
With a "coax" sound, everyone came forward and invited Du Man into the room.
What do parents mean? When you are hungry and someone gives you a warm meal, that is a parent from another perspective. That is life-saving!
But everyone who was already hungry didn't notice that besides Han Liancai, there was another soldier following Du Man. However, that soldier had been intercepted by the landlord's twenty-year-old son. .
"Boss, aren't they from the Northeast? How do you give them food?" the boy asked.
"What's wrong with the Northeastern people?" The soldier who came with Du Man was puzzled. "Are the Northeastern people not human beings? Are they not our brothers?"
"I, that's not what I meant." The landlord's son hurriedly explained, "Didn't they escape here because they knew they would lose Northeast China?"
"What are you talking about?" the soldier said dissatisfiedly, "These Northeastern brothers have killed more Japanese soldiers than we have!"
Then the soldier ignored the inexplicable landlord's son and entered the house.
Du Man, who arrived with hot food, seemed to give Shang Zhen and the others a warm summer. Everyone was eating the hot corn flour pancakes, as if the big pancakes, which usually tasted a bit pungent, were like delicacies. Delicious.
But at this time, no one noticed the slight sound coming from the roof.
After a while, the door was opened, and the landlord's son came in with a big armful of firewood.
"Do you want Gaha?" asked Erhanzi who was eating corn pancakes.
"Let's burn the kang for all the bosses!" the landlord's son said with a smile on his face.
"Isn't there smoke when you burn it? If you burn a house again, it will smell like smoke. Will there be any food in this house?" Old Man Wang asked dissatisfied.
"There was smoke yesterday, but maybe there won't be smoke today. It's windy, hehe." The landlord's son replied.
"Stop talking nonsense, there's no way it's windy in the winter. Didn't you say that your shabby house won't be easy to burn if you haven't lived in it for a long time?" Mr. Wang said dissatisfied.
"Maybe it will be better today. Try again, try again." The landlord's son had a very good attitude, which was completely different from his unwilling appearance yesterday.
After all, this kid lit the firewood at the entrance of the kang hole.
Today's fire is really different from yesterday. The conscience of heaven and earth, Shang Zhen and the others were watching from the side. They saw that when the fire started, it screamed "men'ermen'er", and it turned out to be extremely hot!
"You see what I said, maybe the burning will be better today, right?" The boy smiled, "I'm going back, you can do the burning of the kang yourself!"
The landlord's son left, and Shang Zhen suddenly said: "No, didn't this kid cause trouble for us yesterday?"
