1. Under the premise that eating human flesh is prohibited, all children in the nursery will survive until the premiere of Shostakovich’s Symphony No. 7 in C major by Kuibyshev.
2. Send all the orphans to board the ship successfully
3. Listen to the Leningrad premiere of Shostakovich’s Symphony No. 7 in C major
4. Take individual photos for all members of the nursery and take group photos once a week.
Blues harmonica mastery skill task: hunt a total of 11 mice Bayanqin mastery skill task: bury two colleagues
this...
When Wei Ran looked at the mission requirements on the page with a look of astonishment and fear, the rising white light also obscured his vision. Then, he saw what could be used this time.
Contrary to his expectation, the things that could be used this time not only included the kerosene gas lamp which was almost the first one he got and the Rolleiflex double-lens reflex camera with a gold medal, but there were also very few double-lens reflex cameras that he could use for himself.
Layer food box!
This was not over yet. Then, in the strong white light, he saw the platoon boat from Baiyangdian, three titanium alloy oil barrels, a silver wine bottle, and a Hein that did not belong to that era.
The oil stove, the blues harmonica from the Taiping battlefield, the bearskin mittens given by French prisoners of war, the flashlight from the battlefield, and the pilot's leather hat of the eagle over Stalingrad, as well as the American troops who appeared together
b8 goggles and sheepskin flying gloves.
Immediately afterwards, a backpack filled with kitchen utensils, a British Army P44 kettle, and wire cutters appeared in the white light.
Until the end, the last thing that appeared in the white light was the Nagant revolver obtained from Mine No. 52.
So many...
Wei Ran swallowed with great difficulty. He had already foreseen the difficulties this time, but this time he was given such a prop that seemed to contain ingredients, which immediately made him realize that perhaps the situation he was facing was far greater than he thought.
Be more cruel.
In comparison, those "mastery" skill tasks like a pair of yolks seem to be nothing.
After a moment of waiting, as the white light gradually faded, the first thing he felt was the chill coming from his face and neck, as well as the sounds of explosions, artillery, and feeble murmurs mixed in between.
Before his vision returned to normal, Wei Ran, who had just eaten, found that his stomach was empty. The feeling of emptiness and the slight cramp that could not be ignored made him subconsciously think that he was back floating in the Pacific Ocean.
On that traffic boat.
After a long time, when he could see everything around him clearly, he found that he was standing next to a solid wood table. On this table placed against the wall, there was a bayanqin and a not-so-large
A small drum, plus a wooden box that he was very familiar with. The only difference was that this wooden box had a copper lock the size of a matchbox.
Looking at myself again, I was holding a candle lantern in my left hand, and a slightly rusty saw in my right hand. And beside me, there was a skinny old man holding a basket on his elbow.
The woman was trembling as she tried to insert the copper key in her hand into the copper lock that locked the wooden box.
"Victor, help...help me." The old woman with a vicissitudes of life weakly handed the key in her hand to Wei Ran.
First he placed the candle lamp on the corner of the table, and then placed the saw on the small drum. Then he picked up the key from the other party's palm and opened the copper lock with the dim light.
When he opened the wooden box and picked up the candle lamp again, he immediately saw several sheets of Pravda spread in the box.
On top of this relatively clean layer of newspapers, there are two pieces of black bread that are as big as two red bricks stacked on top of each other. In addition, there are also half a piece of black bread and three separate slices of black bread.
, plus a small bowl of bread crumbs.
In addition to the black bread, the box also has a small rectangular basket made of birch bark.
What was placed in this basket was only three or four hard dried fish less than 20 centimeters long, and a small bottle of coarse salt that Wei Ran looked very familiar to.
In addition, in the remaining space of this box, there are also a small stage scale and a
A glass can bottle wrapped so tightly in kraft paper that you can't even tell what's inside.
Under Wei Ran's gaze, the old woman whose name was unknown and whose age was unknown, but who seemed to be swaying and about to fall at any moment, carefully placed the basket that had been straddling her elbows on the table.
Shiveringly, he opened the coarse cloth covering it, then took out two large pieces of black bread and put them into the box. Then he took out a piece and a half of bread and placed it on the table.
"Victor, saw it open."
The old woman said weakly, "Just saw it as wide as your finger. According to the latest regulations, the elderly and children have a daily ration of 100 grams of bread. You and Lydia are both public servants, so you have 150 grams a day. What's more?"
With my Belia, he will save 100 grams of ration every day and send it to us."
At this point, the old woman took a breath and said nonchalantly, "It's enough to survive. Don't worry, all the children will survive."
While she was talking, Wei Ran also sawed the half piece of bread on the table into slices about the same width as a finger.
Under his silent gaze, the old woman put the slices of bread on the scale in the box. She first weighed out 9 slices of bread weighing 150 grams each, and weighed them with pieces of exceptionally clean handkerchiefs.
They put one package into the basket, then weighed out three slices of bread weighing 100 grams each, handed one of them to Wei Ran, and wrapped the other two slices in a handkerchief separately.
Into the pocket.
"Lock them"
As the old woman spoke, she used the handkerchief that was originally spread on the scale to carefully sweep all the residue on the table and the bits on the saw into her hand, and then shakily took out the bread.
The crumbs were collected in the wooden bowl in the box specially designed for holding bread crumbs.
Before closing the lid of the wooden box, Wei Ran picked up his piece of black bread and looked at it. He tore off almost half of it and put it into the wooden bowl. Then he fastened the lid and locked it.
Putting away the key handed over by Wei Ran, the old woman slowly turned around and walked towards the door not far away, almost holding on to the wall.
"You seem to have forgotten your share"
Wei Ran couldn't help but remind him. Although he didn't know how many people shared those slices of bread just now, the only adults he knew included two public officials like him and the old woman.
Not counting Belia, who "saves 100 grams of ration every day and delivers it to us." Obviously, sharing three slices of 100 grams of bread for four people does not comply with the regulations.
"I'm so hungry"
The old woman said bitterly, "So before I got it, I ate my share first, but don't worry, I didn't eat more. There are only so many of us."
"I'll give you my piece," Wei Ran said as he followed the other person out, "I'm not hungry."
"Eat it even if you're not hungry."
The old woman had already walked out of the dark room as she spoke, "You are the only adult male here. You have to do a lot of physical work. If you are exhausted, the two girls will not be able to take care of those people."
child."
"Okay...Okay..."
Wei Ran sighed, pinched his half piece of black bread and left the room. He helped the old woman lock the door and returned the key to her.
"Victor, after dinner, let's go find some firewood."
The old woman breathed a sigh of relief, "The weather is too cold. If our stove goes out, the children will freeze to death."
"Leave it to me" Wei Ran responded while also looking at the surrounding environment.
It was obvious that this was the basement of a building, but the ceiling above the basement had been completely blown open. As long as he raised his head, he could see the cracked ceiling on the first floor.
Looking around again, in addition to the broken steps that can barely be climbed to the first floor, there are two rooms on both sides of the room that was just locked.
The door to the room on the left is hung with a thick quilt to serve as a curtain, while the one on the right
, but even the door frame is gone, so that you can easily see the various things neatly stacked inside.
I walked to the door of this room and looked inside. On the right hand side, against the wall, there was a small pile of firewood. On the firewood, some large and small nails remained, and some were even stained with dark red blood.
At this moment, the old woman also opened the quilt curtain with difficulty and pushed open the thick wooden door inside.
Along with the warmth that hit his face, Wei Ran also heard Katyusha playing on the bayan and a woman's voice singing the song.
However, like the old woman, this voice is also weak, so that it cannot sing the sense of power that Katyusha should have.
Before Wei Ran could follow him into the room filled with warmth, the singing and music all stopped, and immediately after, there were young voices, equally weak, but each one spoke to me.
She shouted softly, "Grandma Wei Ya, it's Grandma Wei Ya, we can eat now." "Okay, okay"
The old woman, whom the children called Grandma Via, staggered over, slowly knelt on the floor, and tremblingly took out handkerchiefs one by one from the basket and handed them to the skinny children around her.
At the same time, Wei Ran, who had closed the door, was also looking at everything in this room, which was slightly larger than the one just now.
In the center of this room, which is less than 20 square meters at most, is a large cast iron stove, with a small enamel pot that is not too big and is steaming water.
Surrounding the cast iron stove is a protective net made of iron wire. Surrounding this protective net, the surrounding ground is covered with thick pine needles and dead grass from unknown sources, and blankets are placed on top of it.
, quilt, or simply a sewn and patchwork sack.
On top of these sacks, except for a girl sitting on a small chair, leaning most of her body against the wall behind her and the table next to her, holding Bayangqin on her chest, there were other places at her feet.
There was also a slightly younger girl who was singing just now, and nine children covered in blankets with only their little heads and hands exposed.
But what is worrying is that just like Grandma Weiya, the girl holding the bayangqin, the girl singing, and even the children are all so hungry that they are all skin and bones. It seems that a gust of wind can kill them.
They blow away the same.
While he was in a daze, Grandma Via had already distributed slices of bread wrapped in handkerchiefs to the children and the two girls.
The two girls also stood up with support. One took the enamel cup on the table, and the other took an enamel spoon. From the small pot on the stove, they scooped out a spoonful of fish with a slight aroma.
liquid into the cup, and then carefully handed them to everyone, including Wei Ran.
Taking the enamel cup, which was small enough to make people wonder if it should be used to drink vodka, Wei Ran looked at it with the candle in his hand, only to find that there were small pieces of fish bones floating in the yellowish liquid.
and a few pine needles. But apart from that, there is nothing else solid in it.
Even so, the little guys who took over the enamel cups still happily dipped the slices of bread they had just received into the liquid in the cup, and then carefully put them into their mouths.
The youngest of these children, the little girl who had been chewing her thumb, was also held in her arms by Grandma Weiya herself and fed her in small mouthfuls.
After blowing out the candle in his hand, Wei Ran silently sat down in the corner near the door. He first put the piece of bread in his hand, which weighed no more than 50 grams, into his mouth and took a small bite, patiently.
Chewing.
Thanks to his uncle Mao Zi, who has no blood relationship with him since he can remember, he can no longer remember the first time he ate black bread, but he has never tasted such bitter, astringent, and mixed bread.
Brown bread with so much sawdust!
In this small bite, he didn't taste any of the nuts or the characteristic aroma of flour at all. The only thing he could taste that seemed safe to eat was the hot food when he was feeding pigs at his grandpa's house when he was a child.
The unique "feed smell" when the water breaks open the bran.
Is this edible?
The answer is obvious, at least for those skinny children, such black bread is edible and delicious.
Following the example of those children, I dipped the remaining half piece of bread into the small enamel cup, and then put it into my mouth again when it was filled with the light yellow liquid.
This time, the only change is that the taste is not so hard, and a slightly more salty and fishy taste is added.
Is it delicious? Wei Ran can swear that it really doesn’t taste that much better.
After pouring the rest of the bland fish soup that seemed to be made from dried fish into his mouth and swallowing it into his stomach, Wei Ran took the saw he had just used to saw the bread and left the room quietly.
From the relatively warm basement, I climbed up to the ruins-like first floor on rickety steps.
