Wu Gong asked in surprise: "Drawing in the house? Not here? It's quite convenient."
Li Shiyi refused without thinking: "No, there are only a few dimensions of the parts. I have written them all down. I will come back and note them down when the painting is finished."
He must not sit in the factory and draw pictures. It would waste too much time, and time is so precious.
Wouldn't it be more time-saving to let nanorobots draw pictures?
When Wu Gong heard what he said, his mind changed and he burst out laughing: "Haha! So it turns out that Li Gong was afraid that I would steal my lessons?
Don't worry, if necessary, I will send the parts to your house. "
Li Shiyi said speechlessly: "That's not the case. If you don't understand, you can ask me and I will teach you.
Tomorrow, I will hand over the drawings to the director. "
Wu Gong said slightly awkwardly: "Okay."
…
In the cafeteria, the noisy voices rushed to the ears, as well as the joyful laughter of eating.
Li Shiyi and Xiao Li Qing were eating.
They were sitting at a large wooden table.
There were a total of 14 people eating at the big wooden table, talking in pairs.
Or they would talk loudly and make a lot of noise, as if the whole cafeteria knew that the two of them were chatting.
However, he is not the only one who thinks so.
Therefore, the noise in the cafeteria was deafening, as if we were in a disco bar.
Very annoying.
Xiao Li Qing suddenly put down her chopsticks: "I'm full."
"?" Li Shiyi glanced at her doubtfully and asked her, "I see you're not full, why don't you eat?"
Little Li Qing said: "The uncle spoke earlier and sprayed saliva into my rice."
Li Shiyi glanced at the one-meter-wide wooden table.
In this way, you can spray saliva on the opposite rice bowl. Are you talking about spitting?
Li Shi nodded: "If you don't want to eat it, leave it there."
He looked at the worker who was still talking and spitting, and the workers around him who were discussing enthusiastically.
Li Shiyi lost his appetite, poured the paste into Xiao Li Qing's bowl, held Xiao Li Qing's bowl, and said to the worker next to him who had almost finished most of the rice.
"Comrade, my nephew has a bad appetite and a stomachache. Can you take these?"
The worker with a short beard who was picking up rice suddenly saw a bowl of glutinous rice served by a strange comrade in front of him, and his eyes lit up.
He didn't have enough to eat, but he didn't have to pay for it anymore, he only had to pay for each meal ticket.
He smiled happily and asked, "Are you sick? It's okay, I'll help you eat."
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand, wanting to take the bowl away and eat it.
Li Shiyi held the edge of the bowl tightly to prevent it from being taken away. Seeing the look in his eyes, he smiled and said, "Comrade, bring the bowl over and I'll spread it out to you."
"Ah..., okay, okay."
The short-bearded man suddenly realized what he was doing. He immediately didn't care about these details and brought the bowl over happily.
The short-bearded man looked at the bowl above eagerly, wanting Li Shiyi to spread the rice in the bowl quickly.
Without saying a word, Li Shiyi spread the rice to him and left with his thanks and the envious eyes of everyone around him.
Since it was a time of food shortage, many people did not have enough to eat, so there were no swill buckets.
Therefore, Li Shi had to spread it to others.
As for washing away the remaining paste with water or secretly dumping it, Li Shiyi never thought about it.
Because once someone discovers it, they will definitely be criticized verbally and writtenly.
Even the wealthy locals in Shanxi were not so rich, so they dumped the leftovers and washed them away.
They just feed leftovers to chickens and pigs.
Li Shiyi didn't want to be famous. If he was discovered, his bad reputation would spread throughout the arsenal.
What's more, Li Shiyi's ideas have changed and he no longer wastes food at will.
Li Shiyi and Xiao Li Qing talked while walking.
Little Li Qing said: "Uncle, will I fetch food from now on? The uncle in the canteen is too unhygienic."
Li Shiyi nodded without thinking: "Okay!"
Back inside the house, Li Shiyi continued to read the newspaper and asked the nanorobot to draw pictures.
Anyway, when the nanorobots automatically repair the size, the drawings have been saved and they can draw on the drawings with pencils attached.
Li Shiyi took out the newspaper and read it.
For the first half of the year, Li Shiyi had been fighting and did not understand the major national affairs at all.
Now make up for it.
International News: World War II: The Battle of Britain begins.
Domestic news: Youth Gang leader Zhang Xiaolin was shot dead by bodyguards.
Both pieces of news are not the latest, they were before the 13th or 4th.
Old news from three or four days apart.
Another piece of news: The 3rd Brigade of the 74th Division of the National Army surrendered due to defeat.
Hearing the surrender, Li Shiyi felt particularly dazzling.
Because he knew that those who were defeated and surrendered to the Japs would end up in a miserable state, which could be described as life worse than death.
Li Shiyi looked at the drawing next to him and saw a lead line drawing automatically.
He picked up the pen given by Zhao Gang and wrote a narrative on the paper: "Being captured by the little devil, my tragic story."
"I am a member of the National Army of the 4th Regiment of the 3rd Mixed Brigade, and my regimental commander is Han Shanrong.
However, less than 5 minutes after the battle started, he ran away!
Han Shanrong! You bastard! you are not human!
…
So I was held captive.
…”
Look at the fonts popping out one by one on the paper.
It is the story of an autobiography.
It was obvious that Li Shiyi was fabricating a fact.
On the paper, he claimed to be a prisoner of war of the Chinese army and suffered a minor injury, which was not fatal.
"I have the habit of writing a diary every day. After I was captured by the Japanese army, I felt uneasy and thought that the prisoners were doing hard labor.
I will do hard work and survive in the future.
I was riding a train with other comrades-in-arms, and I didn’t know where I was being transported.
However, it was my first time to take a train, so I was a little excited.
However, there was nothing to eat or drink on the train, as if the Japanese had forgotten us.
However, he was locked in a carriage without weapons and equipment and could not get out.
After two days and two nights, the Japanese gave the prisoners some hard cornbread and water, and then drove us into a dark cave on the top of a mountain.
…
We were asked to dig coal. At this time, there were not many comrades left.
Here, I worked day and night to dig coal, and ate only black steamed buns and raw water. I was malnourished and chewed on hard steamed buns all day long, which caused my teeth to fall out and my gums to bleed.
However, I couldn't find a doctor. Once the Japanese found out I was sick, they would shoot me or throw me to the cold mountains to feed the wolves.
…
Sometimes, when the Japanese are depressed, they will make fun of us.
For example, in order to test the sharpness of a newly made samurai sword, he would make us kneel down, bend over and stretch our necks, and let him cut it.
With a click, the head was broken off, and blood spurted forward.
I was quite envious when I saw it, he could die happily. "
…
Li Shiyi not only wrote about his miserable life and torture because he was captured.
He also wrote about how many people would die after being captured, almost all of them.
A dozen prisoners were exchanged.
The protagonist in the novel is full of regrets between the lines. If he had known that he would have resisted desperately, or he would have kept a bullet for himself.
No need to be captured or tortured by the Japanese.
Because he worked day and night, his whole body was dark and numb, and he was as thin as bamboo.
Extremely weak.
"Tottering I will be left on the mountain to feed the wolves!"
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