Enjoying a small area of luxurious sunshine, with the crisp sound of the shutter, Teacher Gianna seemed to have got rid of all the burdens in an instant, and her whole person seemed to have no worries.
"Teacher Gianna, where is your home?"
Wei Ran put away the camera and asked, "I'm not sure if I can help you send the photos back, but as long as I have the chance, I will definitely try my best."
“Yaroslavl”
As Jaina spoke, she took out the cigarette case again from her pocket, unfolded it, took out a pen, wrote a detailed address on it and handed it to Wei Ran.
"If I have the chance, I will help you send the photos back, but I can't guarantee..."
“No need to force”
Teacher Gianna waved her hand before Wei Ran finished speaking, lit up a cigarette again, took a deep puff and said with a smile, "Even if I can wait until the war is over before giving it to them, maybe I can receive it in person by then."
Send or send photos."
"I hope so"
Wei Ran turned to look at the children in the distance who were still being played by Ivan and his friends, and changed the subject, "Gianna, tell us about those children."
"Older child or younger child?"
"Aren't they all children?"
Hearing this, Jaina smiled and said, "Most of them are children from nearby villages. Some of their parents are guerrillas, some are Jews, some are still alive, some are dead or missing, and some are not even
Knowing who his parents are is just something we brought back from here or there when we were looking for survivors."
"It must be hard to take care of these children, right?"
“It’s really hard work”
Jaina took another deep puff of her cigarette, "But fortunately, Ivan and the others are here to help, and those little guys are also very sensible."
"You never thought about...sending them away?" Wei Ran asked tentatively.
"Where?"
Gianna, who was standing in the fence, asked rhetorically, "We have been surrounded by the Germans in this forest. Even Alissa's plane can only take two children away at a time, and hers
The places a plane can fly are not necessarily safer than ours. More importantly, instead of wasting precious fuel transporting these children, that plane might as well transport more supplies to the various guerrillas hiding in the forest."
Wei Ran couldn't help but sigh, "I thought things were too simple."
"Tell me about you!" Teacher Gianna changed the topic to a lighter topic, "Why did you come to a place like this for an interview?"
"You always want more people to know what you are doing, right?" Wei Ran gave an impeccable answer.
"Maybe..."
Teacher Gianna did not delve into this matter, but reminded, "But our place may not be as safe as you think."
Wei Ran smiled when he heard this, "I'm not a reporter who only clicks the shutter as you think."
"I hope so"
Gianna put out the half-smoked cigarette, stuffed the remaining half into her pocket, pushed open the fence door and said, "Okay, comrade reporter, I'm going to teach the children."
Taking the cloak handed over by Jaina, Wei Ran glanced at the opponent's back, and then looked at the potato field next to him that was bathed in the sun. Then he took a step and walked towards the distance with empty hands.
Ivan looked over here.
The latter didn't seem surprised that Wei Ran didn't help him get the boat cap back, and after a while, he seemed to have adjusted his mentality and was assigning tasks to the few friends under him.
"What are you going to do?" Wei Ran asked curiously, looking at the engineering shovels in the hands of these people.
"Dig cellars and shacks"
Ivan immediately replied, "We need to dig out as many cellars and shacks as possible before the ground freezes."
"How about I help you?" Wei Ran asked with a smile.
"Are you coming to help us?" Ivan thought for a moment, turned to his companion and said, "Sergey, go find a shovel for the journalist comrade."
"Use mine!" The young man named Sergey directly handed the engineer shovel in his hand to Wei Ran, then turned around and ran to a shack in the distance. Without him, he took another engineer shovel.
return.
"Ivan, is there anyone without a shelter now?"
“Everyone has it”
Ivan, who led the team down the creek, explained, "Uncle Slava asked us to prepare a backup camp, in case the Germans discover this place and we don't even have a place to hide."
"Can the Germans find this place?"
"They often send planes flying around overhead," Ivan said with a grimace. "Once they are discovered, they will drop bombs and sometimes incendiary bombs. A good friend of mine and his mother were burned.
dead."
"But we won't make it easy for them!"
The young man named Sergey said, "As long as they dare to drop bombs, we will demolish their railway tracks. As long as they dare to pursue them into the forest, they will never want to go back!"
Hearing this, Wei Ran couldn't help but shake his head. Although this little guy who looked to be at most fourteen or fifteen years old was so high-spirited and swearing, as an adult, he knew how big the danger was and could easily guess it.
What price they have to pay every time.
During the casual chat, Wei Ran followed Ivan and others along the creek downstream for almost an hour, and finally stopped near a slope.
To his surprise, there were already several people of the same age as Ivan here. These young guerrillas piled chopped firewood on a small flat land, and several people wearing shabby clothes
At this time, the little girl used a rope woven from bark to tie the dried firewood into bundles, and then hung it to a pine tree with the rope to fix it.
The little boys a little further away were using axes to peel bark from several pine or oak trees, neatly stacking them together, and preparing the necessary building materials for building shacks.
"Let's dig here!"
Ivan pointed to the shallow pit that had been dug on the ground and explained to Wei Ran, "Just dig it like the shack you lived in last night. Besides, it doesn't matter if we can't finish digging today. We still have a lot of time.
"
"Did you dig these out?" Wei Ran asked curiously. There were more than a dozen half-dug shallow pits scattered on this sunny slope. Further away, there were even some shacks that seemed to have been built.
"Of course!" Ivan said proudly, "We built this backup camp together!"
Having said this, he pointed with the shovel in his hand to the almost withered yellow flowers in the small area at the bottom of the slope that could be exposed to the sun. "We also planted those Jerusalem artichokes in the summer. We will wait for another half
It will probably mature in the next month. We have planted a lot of Jerusalem artichokes and potatoes in this forest. Although their yield is not much, they can at least help us survive the winter."
"Isn't this ghost ginger..."
Wei Ran secretly cursed that the Jerusalem artichoke that Ivan was talking about was the Japanese ginger that his grandma used to pickle pickles every winter.
In the words of Grandpa Wei Ran, you can wipe your buttocks with a piece of Japanese ginger and throw it to the wall in the summer, and then you can have a big jar full of pickles in the winter.
Although this description made Wei Ran disgusted when he first heard it, it also proved its high productivity from the side.
And not to mention the current war-torn era, even in the time and space where Weiyan was located, this thing was almost overflowing in Europe, and because it was easy to grow and cost almost nothing, many sunflowers sold in Russian flower shops were of great use.
The flowers are fake.
"Don't look at them, they haven't harvested yet." Ivan said something that Wei Ran had just heard from teacher Gianna not long ago, and then he waved the shovel in his hand and started digging vigorously.
.
Seeing this, Wei Ran stopped asking any more questions, randomly selected a shallow pit and started digging. The shack was quite simple to dig. It was basically a three-meter square with a one-meter-wide and two-meter-long strip.
of ramp.
If you look at it from top to bottom, it is in the shape of "A". As for the other requirements, it is just that the deeper you dig, the warmer it will be. Other than that, there are no technical requirements. Even a kid like Ivan, as long as he is willing
If you work hard, you can dig it out slowly.
As shovels of slightly damp soil were thrown out of the shallow pit by Wei Ran, the little girls who were busy bundling firewood and placing it on the trees also came over to help, silently using the tools they found from nowhere.
He put the excavated soil into the sacks and spread them on the edges to increase the depth of the excavation in disguise.
Compared with a half-year-old child who has not had enough to eat for a long time, Wei Ran's digging speed is undoubtedly much faster. But even so, after more than an hour of continuous digging, he was already out of breath and even his forehead was tired.
Beads of sweat broke out. As for Ivan and others, they basically dug for half an hour and then rested for ten minutes.
Seeing that Wei Ran finally stuck the engineer shovel into the pit, Ivan and the little boy named Sergei immediately worked together to pull him out.
"Drink some water!"
Ivan took out a German kettle from his bag and handed it over, while the little boy named Sergei took out a black bread as big as his face from his sack bag, broke it open, and gave it to Wei
and Ivan each got a piece.
The action of breaking the bread was like a signal, and the rest of the guerrillas also gathered around. Some took out a few boiled eggs from their bags, and some took out a few apples or some eggs.
There was an unrecognizable wild fruit, or simply a handful of pine nuts, and a little blond girl took out a roasted and browned snake from her bag.
"Victor, that snake was the one you caught last night." Ivan took the initiative to introduce. After most of the morning's physical labor, he finally stopped calling Wei Ran a comrade reporter.
"Would you like to try it?" The little girl took the initiative to tear off a piece of snake meat from the cigarette and handed it to Wei Ran. She said with a bit of showoff, "I added salt when roasting it."
Looking at the children around him who were swallowing their saliva, Wei Ran politely declined the animal protein in his hand, wiped the mud on his hands, opened his canvas bag and took out the only four boiled potatoes, "You guys eat it,
I don’t like meat, but this bread tastes pretty good.”
"Teacher Gianna made it by grinding acorns and pine nuts into powder, and added mushrooms in it!"
The little girl in charge of distributing snake meat kindly reminded, "Although I admit that it tastes good, you'd better not eat more, otherwise... otherwise..."
"Otherwise, I won't be able to poop." Ivan saw that the little girl was confused and didn't know what to say, so he simply answered and told the truth.
"Ivan, you are so disgusting!" As the little girl spoke, she broke off the burnt snake head and threw it to Ivan.
"I am telling the truth"
Ivan didn't realize anything was wrong at all. He took the ferocious snake head and threw it into his mouth without even looking at it, making a clicking sound when he chewed it.
"Do you usually eat these things?" Wei Ran struggled to tear off a small piece of dark brown hard bread and asked, "Where's the fish you caught this morning?"
Seeing Wei Ran chewing the bread with an exaggerated expression, all the little guys laughed out loud. Ivan also tore off a small piece of bread and threw it into his mouth, and then explained, "Those fish are all younger brothers and sisters.
Food for the wounded, but in the evening, everyone can have fish soup, and sometimes mushroom soup or meat soup.”
"Brother Shula also caught a wild boar last month." A little girl couldn't help but smile on her face as she spoke, "That pig was so delicious. I have never eaten such delicious meat.
"
"The fox we caught last week was also delicious, but the taste was a bit strong." Another little boy whose name Wei Ran couldn't remember said, "And the rabbit my dad caught the day before yesterday!"
"forget it!"
The little guy named Sergei quickly shook his head, "The rabbits your father caught were not as big as the mice I crushed to death while sleeping last night. I was only given a bowl of soup. Not to mention meat, there were no bones in it."
The little girl who was in charge of dividing the snake meat said seriously, "The meat is for the younger brothers, sisters and the wounded."
Looking at these little guys who were about to quarrel, and then looking at the various wild fruits, the hard and almost inedible bread, and the boiled potatoes the size of four eggs that were quickly destroyed as their argument continued, Wei Ran became more and more excited.
It was a pity that the metal book could not take out the food box full of chocolates. At the same time, he was also thinking about whether there was any way to get some meat for these hungry little soldiers.
