The afternoon after the heavy rain was unusually hot and humid. The scorching sun shone on the earth and the water vapor was evaporating. It seemed like nature was asking for something. It was borrowed and returned, and it was not difficult to borrow temporarily.
The Japanese who occupied Zhaozhuang all hid, and instead of wandering around in the village, they looked for shady areas to stay, to avoid the scorching sun on the one hand, and the mosquitoes on the other.
It seems that the heavens are driving away these brutal invaders. I don’t know when, a lot of mosquitoes began to appear in the village, biting them without restraint.
The devils also brought some insect repellent, but after spraying it, it was not only useless, but also stimulated the ferocity of these little things even more. They opened their tiny breaths and left various traces on the devils' bodies.
Big and small bags, some round, some elliptical, and various irregular shapes, like a series of plane geometry problems waiting to be solved by the insects later.
Due to the actions of the bugs, the devils in Zhaozhuang were itching unbearably, and the itching sounds of "Kachi~Kachi~" could be heard everywhere.
The cafeteria was the hardest hit area. There were a few more mosquitoes here than in other places, so after leaving Miurabe Taijun to cook alone, the captain of the cooking team took a few veterans to find a place to avoid the insects.
Although it is unfair, we must accept it. This is the gene engraved in our bones, and it is the nature of the Japanese to obey their superiors.
Miura was once again alone in the kitchen. He endured the itching on his body and the hot air. The more dry he became, the more suffocated he became. He kept thinking in his mind, why me, why me! ?
His temper got worse and worse, and his emotions gradually began to lose control. Finally, he was so angry that he kicked over a large wooden basin, and then started tossing it again. The overturned things were all over the floor, and the originally tidy kitchen also became a mess. A mess.
Miura squatted on the ground and took a breath for a while. Looking at the messy kitchen, he felt regret in his heart and thought to himself, what have I done? After all this effort, shouldn’t I still have to do the final work myself?
And...it seems like there are more and more jobs!
Exhaling a filthy breath, Miura tidied up the kitchen again as if he had resigned himself to his fate. However, after working for a while, he stopped, his eyes lit up, and he said to himself, "Why do I have to do it myself, when there are so many chinese that no one else can use?" , are you letting them eat for free? And this is not cooking, it is just cleaning the kitchen, does it not violate the order? "
Miura was born with a spirit of resistance and knew how to think. He felt that he was very smart, so he came to the ancestral hall again, ready to find two helpers. For example, the two children who helped him fetch water and light the fire in the morning were good. They only used two pieces of candy. Let them work with peace of mind, and the work they do is not bad, and they don't talk so much.
He waved his hand and called out Zhao Mengde and Goudan. After a simple gesture, the two children followed him to the Japanese's temporary canteen again.
No need to talk nonsense, just point your finger at the messy kitchen, and the two children immediately understood what the Japanese wanted them to do.
The two children nodded at the same time, then glanced at each other, then rolled up their sleeves and got ready to work. Then Goudan walked up to Miura and gestured with his fingers, "Candy!"
Miura smiled, took out a piece of candy from his pocket and shook it, then pointed at the mess again, "Reward! Good place!"
"Okay!" After Goudan said this, he waved to Zhao Mengde, signaling him to hurry up.
A faint scent of herbal medicine drifted into Miura's nostrils. Miura didn't pay attention. Instead, he found a clean place to sit down and monitor the two children at work.
Goudan was already restless and talkative, and he felt uncomfortable having a Japanese spy on him, so he asked Zhao Mengde with his eyes, "Cousin, how can we complete the mission?"
Zhao Mengde just glanced at Goudan briefly, then lowered his head and continued working.
Goudan blinked, not understanding what Zhao Mengde's look meant, so he winked at him again, only to be given a blank look by Zhao Mengde before he calmed down.
After seeing Goudan calm down, Zhao Mengde stood up, pretended to be passing by, then exposed the sachet on his waist, and then grabbed it hard a few times to make the grassy fragrance evaporate quickly.
When Goudan saw this action, he remembered that Uncle Li had told them to find a way to let the devils know that the sachets on your body can repel mosquitoes.
Thinking of this, Goudan imitated Zhao Mengde's actions and began to secretly pinch the sachet to spread its fragrance quickly.
The deliberate actions of the two children caused the herbs in the sachet to evaporate quickly, and the aroma of the herbs in the kitchen became stronger and stronger. And because of this special aroma, the little bugs began to flee outside, as if they were affected. Like a huge thrill.
Miura, who was fine in the first place, also discovered this problem, because he could always see these nasty little bugs passing by in front of him. Although he crushed a few to death, there were always some that fled out of his sight unscrupulously.
Three to five is normal, but more than this is abnormal. Moreover, Miura also saw with his own eyes that two small bugs hiding on his body escaped from him and quickly crawled towards the door.
Miura had quick hands and quick eyes, and quickly caught the little bug that made him itchy unbearably.
She deliberately squeezed him to death, but unfortunately when she was about to do it, she found that the smell of herbal medicine wafted into her nose again.
There was a movement in his heart, and he seemed to understand the powerful relationship between this.
But where does this herbal flavor come from?
He twitched his nose and stood up from the horse, looking for the source of the smell like a dog. He came to Goudan within a few steps.
He twitched his nose hard twice to confirm that the dog's balls were the source of the herbal scent.
He squatted down and twitched his nose a few times again, and then locked his eyes on the sachet at Goudan's waist.
"吆西!" Miura shouted excitedly, and then grabbed the sachet from Goudan's waist.
The workmanship of the sachet is very ordinary, it is made of linen without any decoration.
When he opened the rope tied to it, he found that it was all filled with small particles that he didn't recognize. They seemed to be dried medicinal materials.
After retying the seal, Miura took the sachet and the insect that had not had time to escape and came to the yard.
Putting down the sachet and the bug, Miura wanted to confirm again whether the relationship between the two was what he imagined.
Sure enough, after the insect landed on the ground, it immediately fled in the opposite direction of the sachet. Seeing this, Miura immediately picked up the sachet and quickly blocked the insect in front of it. As a result, the insect immediately turned around and ran away!
"円西! Haha~haha~円西~" Miura laughed, yelled and played a blocking game with the poor insect in the yard.
Goudan looked at Miura who was jumping back and forth with a silly smile, and asked in a low voice, "Is this devil turned into a monkey?"
"I don't know if it's because the monkeys turned into monkeys. The task that Uncle Li gave us should be considered completed." After saying that, he glanced at Goudan who was still watching the fun and pulled him, "Concentrate on your work and don't worry about it at the end." This tremor reveals a flaw, and just like Uncle Li said, it makes the devil feel that they discovered it themselves, so it looks natural!"
