In the lively forest camp, although the setting sun has been completely blocked by the tree canopy, and although the two simple words on the wooden board have become blurred due to the fall of night, everyone, including the guerrillas, including the old people, women and children,
, everyone is imagining what it will be like 50 years from now.
Perhaps because of the limitations of the times, the world they imagined fifty years from now would inevitably be quite different from the era Wei Ran knew. But perhaps it was also because of the uncertainty of the future that these war victims imagined
The world fifty years from now will be far more beautiful than the era Wei Ran lived in.
"It would be too..."
Wei Ran, who was muttering to himself, abruptly stopped the second half of his sentence. If it was as they imagined, the Soviets in that world might be happier, but maybe only the Soviets would be happy.
Wei Ran, who seemed to have seen through the nature of the war in a daze, and who was quite uninterested, sighed, quietly left the open-air classroom, and under the cover of night, he took away a milk bucket that was obviously seized from the Germans, and walked slowly
I wandered into the shack that was my own for the time being.
What surprised him was that even though he had been running outside all day, the charcoal fire in the simple fireplace in the shack was still burning brightly, and the inside of the shack, which had obviously been carefully cleaned, was also baked and dry.
Even the small bed made of ammunition boxes was re-paved with a thick layer of dry pine needles under the animal skin blanket.
And there was a bulging pillow at the head of the small bed. Not to mention, there was also a wooden bowl filled with pine nuts on the small table made of ammunition boxes at the head of the bed.
Even the simple wooden door was nailed with a layer of fresh birch bark that was enough to block the light and cold wind.
There is no doubt that all this must have been done by the old people or women who stayed in the camp. Their careful arrangements undoubtedly made Weiran's living environment much more comfortable for the next few days.
Closing the wooden door with the fragrance of birch bark, Wei Yan used the light provided by the constantly beating bonfire in the fireplace to first use the clear water in the enamel kettle that Ivan and his friends sent yesterday to drink the milk that had just arrived.
The barrel was rinsed carefully, and then the oil barrel filled with vodka was taken out from the metal book.
This milk barrel was the standard equipment of the German supply troops in World War II, and its capacity was exactly 10 liters. The oil barrel belonging to the Weifang had a capacity of 20 liters. In other words, the vodka he brought was exactly two of these.
milk bucket.
However, he knew the urine properties of the Slavs. Not to mention World War II, even during World War I, these idiots would never let the alcohol on hand deteriorate overnight, so they would definitely drink it all in their stomachs. So in order to avoid
For those guerrillas outside who drank too much and were accused of being stolen by Germans who would show up at random times, the wisest way was to limit the supply.
Like thieves, they filled the borrowed milk bucket with vodka from the world they imagined. Weiran quickly collected the half-stocked oil bucket, then closed the lid of the milk bucket and carried it in his hand.
Leaving the warm shack inside.
By the time he returned to the open-air classroom, those imaginative children and guerrillas had almost constructed what the world would look like 50 years from now. The old people further away had also started from a big kitchen specifically used for cooking.
In the shack at No. 1, dinner was served.
It's pitiful to say that in order to avoid being discovered by German reconnaissance planes, these guerrillas had to wait until night to cook in their shacks. This may be better in the winter, but in the summer, I don't think so.
Everyone knows how much suffering it is.
Not only is cooking a hard job, but the food isn't really that good either. It's just a big bucket of soup mixed with rabbit and venison, potatoes, carrots, ginger and mushrooms, and some dry and hard acorns.
Brown bread. In addition, on the table made of ammunition boxes, there was also a basket of wild fruits of various colors.
Although in Wei Ran's opinion, this dinner was too simple, but looking at the way the children headed by Ivan swallowed like crazy, you knew that even this kind of dinner was not something they could eat often.
"This is yours, try it!"
Slava handed Wei Ran a lunch box filled with soup and two large pieces of bread. The lunch box also contained a fist-sized piece of venison shank and two potatoes filled with soup.
Looking at the lunch box in the hands of teacher Gianna and tank soldier Shula not far away, and then looking at Ivan's lunch box, Wei Ran shook his head and said, "Share the meat with the children. I don't eat meat, and I haven't eaten it since I was a child."
Eat meat.”
"vegetarian?"
Slava looked at Wei Ran suspiciously, "How can there be people in this world who don't eat meat? Victor, you taught the children a very good lesson today, so you're welcome."
“I really don’t eat meat”
Wei Ran shook his head again and said jokingly, "Maybe in 50 years, there will be many people who don't eat meat, and they might even get others to stop eating meat too."
"How can it be!"
Slava laughed loudly, "If there is such an idiot, I will crawl out of the grave and change places with him, let him lie in my coffin, and I will eat meat for him!"
"It's indeed a good suggestion, but I really don't eat meat." Wei Ran said seriously.
"You really don't want to eat?" Slava looked at Wei Ran seriously.
“Really don’t eat it”
Wei Ran said, shaking the milk bucket in his hand, "But if you can help me replace the meat with potatoes, Jerusalem artichokes, or bread slices, the vodka will be yours."
"Did you really get vodka?!"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Slava's eyes widened immediately after taking the milk bucket. This heavy weight was not something he thought he could only take a small sip of for each person.
Wei Ran looked at the guerrillas swarming around him and promised with a smile, "And it's vodka without water."
"Comrade Stalin testifies that the last time I drank undiluted vodka was in the summer!" Shula opened the lid of the milk bucket and took a deep sniff. "It really wasn't watered down! It really wasn't watered down vodka!"
"Make a new bowl of broth for our journalist comrade!"
Uncle Slava closed the lid of the milk bucket and said happily, "Remember not to put meat on him, put more potatoes, carrots or mushrooms, and bring some slices of bread!"
"This is the first time I've seen a weirdo like you who doesn't eat meat."
The old man who was responsible for serving everyone the broth made Wei Ran a new bowl of broth while he was talking. Although there was no meat in it this time, I don't know if it was because of the vodka, but there was very little soup in it. Everything except
Solid objects other than meat.
“Not so much”
Wei Ran simply snatched the spoon from the opponent's hand, poured the soup from the lunch box into it again, and filled most of the bowl of soup. He also scooped out a small amount of potatoes and mushrooms, maintaining the same treatment as Shula and others.
The old man in charge of cooking sighed, silently picked up three slices of bread and stuffed them for Wei Ran. Don't eat meat? This excuse was used by the guerrillas several months ago.
After the episode that almost all adults know well, Wei Ran took his own broth and bread and followed Uncle Slava to sit in the shadow of an oak tree.
Also forced by the unknown reconnaissance plane overhead that might appear at any time, everyone spent their dinner in the shadows of trees in the dark. The only difference was that they were divided into two groups: those who drank and those who did not.
"Victor, don't tell me that you don't even plan to drink wine." While Slava was speaking, he had already poured a full glass for Wei Ran from an enamel cup.
"This one cup is enough."
Wei Ran said and took the cup, and the milk bucket became lighter and lighter as many guerrillas passed it around.
As expected, the guerrillas, including Slava, all brought their own glasses of vodka to their mouths and took a small sip, then immediately poured the rest into the kettle filled with water, obviously
I wanted to drink more in disguise. And the milk bucket that had been passed around and still had a lot of stock was naturally collected by Teacher Gianna.
"Victor, you have brought the best gift, so this first glass of wine is for our comrade journalists, cheers!"
After Uncle Slava finished his simple toast, everyone picked up their cups, cheered in a low voice, and then drank the vodka mixed with water in the cup.
Wei Ran also picked up the cup and thanked him, "Thank you everyone, it's just some vodka..."
"No no no"
After drinking, Uncle Slava seemed to have become a lot more talkative, "We are not talking about these vodkas. Although these things are precious now, they are nothing even if you don't drink them.
I’m talking about the lesson you taught the children. We never led them to imagine what would happen after the war, and even those of us never thought about whether we could survive until the end of the war."
Slava was about to pour another glass of vodka mixed with water from his kettle, but Wei Ran was the first to give him half of the undiluted wine in his glass.
Slava smiled and shook his head. He did not reject Wei Ran's kindness. He just took a sip of it with special care and then continued, "Before this, all of us were just struggling to survive and try to save more people."
People who worked hard to create more trouble for the Germans never thought about what we would do after the war was over.
But today, listening to the dreams of those children and the future world that everyone imagined together, I think that all of us have a goal now. Even if we don’t live 50 years from now, at least let those children
They have the opportunity to realize their dreams.”
