Chapter 1077 People who have been hungry for a long time
In the small yard not far from the cemetery, while accompanying Anastasia, Wei Ran also waved the sharp ax in his hand again and again, carefully hacking open the logs, and then stacked them on the building.
Under the window sill of the porch.
The old man in the wheelchair also slowly recounted more detailed and cruel memories.
In this old man's memory, there was no chocolate and honey that he could eat every day. Even the stove was not burning 24 hours a day.
Most of the time, the only way for the children hiding in the basement to stay warm was to huddle together and hug each other, covering themselves with all the blankets and sponge cushions they had picked up and not daring to move.
In her memories, they were accompanied by hunger, cold, and frostbite throughout the winter. Most of the time, they actually didn't have the strength to walk out of the basement at all.
Even the not-so-distant journey from the basement where Mrs. Via was buried to the cement house next to the playground was extremely difficult and full of dangers - she and Galina were almost snatched away as food.
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"What do you wish for?"
Wei Ran pushed the old man back into the room, parked the wheelchair beside the stove, and then skillfully added some firewood to the stove, not forgetting to clean up the ashes.
"You are so skilled at doing these things," Anastasia said in surprise.
Hearing this, Wei Ran's body couldn't help but tremble. Of course he was skilled. In the basement of that cement house, the cast iron stove needed as much care as the children.
Add firewood in time, clean the dust in time, and always pay attention to whether the chimney is blocked by snow. If he forgets any of these tasks, the lives of the children hiding in the basement are in danger, so how can he not do his best?
"yes"
Wei Ran responded vaguely, and then asked again, "Do you have any wishes? I want to do something for you."
"desire?"
The old lady smiled and shook her head, "You probably won't be able to fulfill my wish, so it would be great if you can help me with so much firewood."
Hearing this, Wei Ran sighed secretly. He had already guessed the old lady's wish, and the fact was as she said, he couldn't realize this wish. Not only could he not realize it, I'm afraid even the great emperor couldn't.
A way to help her realize her wish that has become unrealistic.
He chatted with the frail old man by the fire until noon. When he learned that the middle-aged man also named Alyosha was driving back, he declined the other party's lunch invitation and walked alone to the direction of the pier, meeting up with the people who had been there all along.
Waiting for his friends and the fishing boat, they returned to the small island in the middle of the river amidst the roar of the engine.
In the next few days, at the invitation of Yin Wan's family and Teacher Dalia, Wei Ran, Suisui and others took a fishing boat and rushed along the canal from Lake Ladoga to Lake Onega, and then to Yin.
In the small fishing village where Wan's family lives.
Following their family to experience the life of fishermen for a few days, Jima and Maya were the first to leave on the private plane driven by Alili and return to the filming scene. Then that night, Alili drove the ugly plane again.
The cute little plane brought Wei Ran and others back to Kazan safely and smoothly.
This trip took a full ten days. While Suisui and others had a lot of fun, they also had a lot of backlogged work, not to mention that there was now another route to Lake Ladoga that needed to be planned.
Because of this, the day after Suisui and her twin assistants returned home, they once again got into busy work.
Not only them, but Sui Xin, Lola and Lola's sister Korava didn't even have time to rest, so they were busy restarting their business in the library.
Of course, Wei Ran was not idle either. On the morning of the second day after his return, he went into the darkroom in the basement of the library, developed all the negatives he obtained during the trip into photos of different sizes and put them into photo frames.
It took a whole day to select some of these large and small photos and hang them in the library. When the next morning, Wei Ran took the largest photo album together with a set of large photos that were separately developed.
The size of the photos were packed into a box together and handed over to Greva, the nominal security manager of the library.
"Don't worry, Victor," Greva promised, patting his chest, "I will personally hand these things over to Aunt Daria."
Wei Ran patted the other party's shoulder and said very apologetically, "I'm sorry to trouble you."
"No trouble"
Greva showed a simple smile, called to his subordinates, pushed the large wooden box full of things out of the library, and drove straight to the airport.
After sending away this extraordinarily diligent and reliable non-staff member, Weiran said hello to Suisui, who had gotten up early and was busy working, and then picked up the German three-barreled survival shotgun from World War II, and another set of weapons that he had bought since then.
With unopened fishing equipment and a box of various vegetables grown in his own yard, he greeted his dog Beria and drove out of the yard, heading towards Jima's village.
After buying some ingredients on the way, he drove the car to the edge of the small lake where he camped last time, and then stepped on the brakes.
In fact, he didn't have anything serious to do when he came here this early in the morning. He just wanted to change the environment and change his depressed mood.
And this is the secluded private place he unexpectedly discovered after he investigated the destroyer USS Johnston last time and came here to take out the "destroyer" in the metal book. However, he found that he only received a sailor's bag containing a hammock and a canopy.
After all, there is no need to worry about anyone coming to this abandoned logging camp, especially those girls who like to seize the habitat.
Of course, he didn't feel that the group of girls staying at home affected his life. After all, spending time with a group of beautiful girls day and night, even just looking at them, was enough to make him feel happy.
It's just that a person like him who hides too many secrets in his heart really needs an undisturbed pure land to lick his wounds.
After circling the small lake as usual, Wei Ran parked the car on a relatively high gravel patch next to the lake, next to the birch forest.
After untying the leash and muzzle and letting the dog Beria have fun, Weiran took out a shovel from the cargo compartment of the armored pickup truck and simply leveled the ground, and then took out the half-track motorcycle from the metal book.
, the tent and polar bear skins and reindeer skins were removed from it.
After putting away the motorcycle and setting up the tent, he then took out the latest airdrop box with a stove, dragged it into the tent, set it up, and set up the chimney.
Before this was over, he took out the backpack he got from Savage Mountain, took out an enamel pot and an enamel kettle and placed them on the lid of the box next to the stove.
Immediately afterwards, he pulled out a camp bed from the cargo compartment and spread a bearskin mat on it.
After observing with his hands on his hips, he took out the sailor bag he had obtained earlier from the metal book, propped the umbrella cloth tent inside at the door, and then tied the hammock between the two trees covered by the tent.
He dug a simple smokeless stove on the side of the tent door, took out the panel saw from the airdrop box, selected some dead birch trees at the edge of the forest, cut them off and brought them back. Soon, the smokeless stove at the tent door
A bonfire was burning in the stove.
He put an enamel pot filled with water on the bonfire and slowly burned it, and threw a few hawthorn leaves into it. Wei Ran then lay down on the hammock, covering himself with a blanket and looking at his head in trance.
The fragmented sky torn by branches, and the slowly moving, strange-shaped clouds in the sky.
After the water in the pot boiled, he slowly sat up and handled the ingredients he brought with great interest. He took the double-eared cast iron pot from Savage Mountain and made himself half a pot of braised pork.
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He put a few extra flower rolls on the edge of the pot and fastened the wooden pot lid, and threw a few potatoes into the stove. Wei Ran took the British army kettle filled with leaf tea and lay down on the hammock again and continued to empty himself.
Just when he was drowsy, the dog Beria also ran back with a plump hare he caught from nowhere.
Just looking at the big man's eyes that glanced at the campfire from time to time, Wei Ran reluctantly got up again, took out the Mauser bayonet and skillfully disemboweled the hare, wrapped the hare in tinfoil and placed it on the edge of the smokeless stove.
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"You will make trouble for me."
After Wei Ran finished his work, he couldn't laugh or cry, but the dog just lay on the edge of the smokeless stove with his tongue hanging out, staring straight at the hare wrapped in tinfoil. He had obviously made up his mind.
What are you going to eat later?
However, almost as soon as the rich aroma of the lunches of this person and the dog started to appear, the sky above them was covered by dark clouds, and soon after, a continuous autumn rain began to fall.
Looking at the braised pork before he could even lift the lid of the pot, and then looking at Beria who was almost dripping with water on her feet, Wei Ran decisively gave up on her plan to go home now, took out her bearskin gloves and put them on as a substitute.
Using heat-resistant gloves, he tore off the tinfoil and put the roasted hare into Beria's stainless steel rice bowl.
Putting away his gloves, he shoveled the still red charcoal fire into the stove in the tent with an engineer shovel. He took out a British army lunch box from the backpack on the side and filled it with steaming flower rolls, and then filled it with the other half of the British army lunch box.
Large pieces of braised pork were brought into the tent.
On this rare leisurely afternoon, Wei Ran sat on the folding bed and ate a steamed roll full of soup, and another bite of soft braised pork. Every now and then, he would drink beer from the car refrigerator and pour it on his boss.
One bite.
Beside the old-fashioned cast-iron stove that exuded warmth, Beria also hugged its stainless steel rice bowl, ate a roasted potato that had been cooled, and took a bite of the fragrant roasted hare. From time to time, he would also stick his head out.
In another stainless steel basin, I took a few sips of water.
Although there was only a carefree dog drinking with him under the continuous autumn rain, Wei Ran still ate deliciously and carefully, as if...as if he had been hungry for a long time.
