Milong and Li Wula met BuLa. BuLa was not a member of the food search team, and he had not taken on the task of finding food. He came here just to get his gun back, but the counter owner told him that the gun had been
Sold on the black market, the shabby clothes are still worn on the body. If Xia Yuan hadn't appeared, he would probably have used his clothes as a bargain this time.
If you don't want to obey him, you just want to get the gun back. The counter owner said: "You have already given me the gun. If you want to take it, take the money and buy it back."
Bu Lai didn't have any money, so he had a conflict with the counter owner. Seeing that Bu La was bleeding, the noisy Mi Long and Li Wula came over pushing a cart.
"Whatever you want to hit, try hitting me again!"
Mi Long stepped forward and pushed away the person who was beating Bu La, and raised his voice. Bu La also joined Xia Yuan's newly formed Sichuan Army, which meant that they were in the same group. No matter what,
You can't just look at him and get beaten.
Bu La wiped the blood from his mouth and sat on the ground, "Why are you here? I'm almost ready to get my gun and uniform."
Milong glanced at Fanla, took out two cans of beef from under a piece of black cloth at the back, and threw them to the nervous pawnshop owner, "Give him his gun, and we'll pay for the rest of the goods."
The pawnshop owner was a little flattered, "Master Jun, you are..."
Milong's eyes widened, "What the hell, your ears don't work? Calculate how much you paid for this cart of supplies."
The pawnshop owner said yes again and again, and asked his men to lift up the black cloth. Under the black cloth were various seasonings, cans, and even watermelon.
Such a cart of supplies made the pawnshop owner's eyes wide open.
It took more than half an hour to clean up the pile of supplies in the car. He carefully came to Milong and said, "Master Jun, your car of supplies is worth ten and a half thousand yuan."
One and a half yuan is equivalent to 0.5 yuan, and ten thousand and a half yuan is equivalent to five thousand yuan. At this time, there is no unified standard for prices. What the pawnshop owner says is what it is.
Milong took out his ears and asked, "What is it? Tell me again how much it costs."
The pawn shop owner obviously knew Mi Long. When he saw what he said, he trembled slightly and said: "Jun, Junye, one, ten thousand and half."
Immediately, he cried sadly again: "Master, that's really all. No more will be enough. I'm in business, so I can't do a loss-making business, right?"
Mi Long pushed away the person next to him and squinted: "I am also in this business, and you are trying to play tricks on me. Don't you think your donkey's head needs to be shaved off? Believe it or not, I will go back and ask a group of people to take over your pawn shop.
Demolished?"
He cursed and said: "Twenty-five and a half thousand yuan, not a penny less."
The pawnshop owner looked sad and said: "Master Jun, twenty-five thousand and a half thousand yuan, this, this is too expensive, this batch of goods is not worth so much money, it is not worth it."
Mi Long stared at him, "Is it worth it? I'm also in this business, you tell me it's not worth it? One can has been sold on the black market for a hundred and a half. I have so many unopened cans here, no matter what.
One or two hundred cans, not including these seasonings and watermelon, are you telling me it’s not worth so much money?”
The pawn shop owner looked at Mi Long weakly, and was thinking in his heart. Human greed is infinite. Mi Long has already suppressed a lot. Such a pile of goods could be sold for at least thirty thousand and a half yuan on the black market. He just
I wanted to make more money, but I never expected to meet a mysterious dragon.
Mi Long didn't talk nonsense to him and called Li Wula to leave.
The pawn shop owner was still a little unwilling to give up: "Hey, Master Jun, it's twenty-three thousand and a half thousand, it's twenty-three thousand and a half."
Mi Long insisted on leaving, but the pawnshop owner couldn't stop him. He stared at a cart of supplies, and finally gritted his teeth, "Okay! Twenty-five thousand and a half, twenty-five thousand and a half!"
Mi Long stopped and patted the pawnshop owner on the shoulder, "Take your things and go away, Li Wula, take the money."
He kicked me and said, "You go too."
Bu La was stunned for a moment, then looked at Mi Long, who turned around and said, "Don't you want your gun?"
Bu La then followed Li Wula into someone else's pawn shop.
Mi Long was sitting at the door, watching the defeated soldiers coming and going on the road. Many people came to the pawn shop with guns to pawn things. Some sold military uniforms and some sold guns. With the influx of a large number of defeated soldiers, Zenda had gradually
The land was eaten up by them.
In the courtyard of the dilapidated shelter, a few guys dug a hole, used turning heads, and smoke vents. It seemed simple, but it was already the best stove. Xia Yuan looked at the stove that was set up by the defeated soldiers.
The vat, this thing has become a hot pot in their mouths, and the foragers are coming back one after another. With Xia Yuan's help, each of them has found a lot of ingredients, aniseed, cabbage, and other ingredients from Milong.
The oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar taken out of the supplies warehouse were neatly arranged, and boxes of cans were placed on both sides.
If Xia Yuan hadn't been here, they probably would have drank up all the oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar.
Ah Yi came with confidence on his face, hands behind his back, walked up to Xia Yuan and the soldiers, raised the pork in his hands, "This piece of meat is five kilograms, hard-earned, thanks to our team
long......"
Before Ah Yi could finish speaking, Kang Ya grabbed the meat in Ah Yi's hand and put it in front of her nose to smell it, "Pork belly, look at it, look at it, pork belly."
Kang Ya seemed very happy, as were the other defeated soldiers. When they first entered Chanda, the people of Chanda would help them, but as more and more defeated soldiers came in, gradually, Chanda
They were depleted by them, and the people no longer supported them. These defeated soldiers had to worry about their own livelihood every day.
What they usually eat is soup made from wild vegetables, and sometimes they don't even have to eat wild vegetables.
Not to mention the long strip of pork belly in front of them. Everyone looked at the pork belly in Kang Ya's hand and kept swallowing their saliva.
Xia Yuan stood up, walked to them, and directed them to put the ingredients on the table.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Snake's butt, right? Come and cut the vegetables, meat, and other ingredients, and wash your knife."
Xia Yuan looked at the defeated soldiers who continued to be busy and said to Snake Butt.
Snake Butt took out his kitchen knife, washed it thoroughly with water, and said in Cantonese, "Captain, please feel free to leave it to me."
He quickly picked up the meat that Ayi brought back, cut it into pieces skillfully, and cut up the ingredients and vegetables.
Xia Yuan waited and waited until he got out of trouble and came back. He thought to himself: "Is this guy still the same as in the TV series? He met Xiao Zui. The plot is really powerful."
He thought for a while, "Xiaozui is a good girl, but it's a pity that Fanla is too aloof and arrogant. She just doesn't want to lower her head, otherwise she would have been with Xiaozui a long time ago. Anyway, since she came in, let's help Fanla."
Well, maybe with Xiao Zui, Fan La will have the motivation to continue working hard."
After a while, Fanla limped back with a smile on his face and a bundle of vermicelli under his arm. He limped up to Xia Yuan and said, "Look."
"You came back so late. What happened on the way?"
Xia Yuan calmly took the noodles and placed them on the table in front of the snake's butt.
Fanla smiled and said, "You are indeed the leader of our group. I can't hide this from you. I encountered something on the way and was delayed for a while."
Xia Yuan nodded, "Let's wait for dinner."
Fanla nodded, feeling a little surprised and said: "Captain, are you ready to take charge?"
"Nonsense, let you take charge, I don't know how this pot of cabbage, pork and vermicelli stew will be ruined."
Xia Yuan said to the wood-burning bean cake: "Light the fire. I have been quarreling with this guy Mi Long for so long. I have been hungry for a long time. I will make you an authentic cabbage and pork stewed vermicelli today."
While talking, there was a noise at the door. Milong, Li Wula and Bu La walked in. Bu La had dried blood on his face and carried a rifle behind him. The defeated soldiers under the patio saw Bu La.
The gun behind me is a bit surprising.
Kang Ya from Xishan said: "Bu La even redeemed his own gun."
Bu La held his head high and his body was still stained with dried blood. Suddenly he took out a gun and put it to Fan La's forehead who was sitting on the ground. Fan La's guard raised it up and swallowed dryly: "No, no, brother,
My family..."
The gun on his head went off, and it was like a frightened rabbit falling to the ground. It was an empty bolt without bullets. The defeated soldiers burst into laughter. Xia Yuan turned his head and ignored their beatings.
Noisy, directing the bean cakes to cook the pot attentively.
Fanla pushed Bu La to the ground and beat her up. Bu La apologized with a gloating voice: "That's wrong, that's wrong, he just pissed himself! Ouch! Fan La was so scared! Haha!"
After fighting for a while, Fanla sat on the ground playing with the old Han Yangzoo. Not many of them could keep their guns. They either lost them on the way to escape or sold them to the black market after arriving in Zenda. The guns were cheap.
The selling price is very low, but if you want to buy it back, it is very high, often several times the selling price.
He asked: "Didn't your gun sell long ago?"
Bula said: "I went to ask for a gun and met Milong. Milong gave me two cans and my gun came back."
Fanla and Vet Hao next to them looked at Milong and Li Wula who were standing next to Xia Yuan. It seemed that after Xia Yuan appeared, both of them had changed and become a little different.
Fan La thinks about it, maybe this is to win over people's hearts. In fact, even he himself doesn't know that his heart has changed his view of Xia Yuan. Not to mention him, the entire army subconsciously thinks that Xia Yuan is
Their leader.
After all, no one would want to make cabbage and pork stewed vermicelli for them.
Milong and Li Wula are from the Northeast. Cabbage and pork stewed with vermicelli noodles can be said to be a famous dish in the Northeast. Milong squinted at Xia Yuan's movements and saw him skillfully throwing the fat pork into the empty pot.
Stir out the oil from the pork, then add the lean pork, then the onions, ginger, and garlic, and stir-fry in the pot. After a while, a meaty aroma mixed with onions, ginger, garlic, pepper and other aromas wafted out of the pot.
The defeated soldiers stopped chatting, and no one paid attention to Fanla's gun. They gathered around the pot, sniffing the smell of meat in the air, as if smelling the smell of meat would make them full, and their saliva kept secreting.
It comes out, is swallowed by them, and secreted out again.
They gathered together and watched Xia Yuan's movements without saying a word.
Xia Yuan used a wooden stick to stir-fry the meat in the pot. When the meat was almost cooked, he threw away the cabbage, added water, added vermicelli, oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar into the pot, and asked Snake Butt to open the canned meat and throw it away.
in the pot.
I poured in three cans before finishing it. The soup in the cans was very salty, so I added a little less to neutralize the taste. After the pot boiled, the aroma of cabbage, pork and vermicelli stew wafted out.
Milong blinked and squinted his eyes, and suddenly let out a voice that startled all the defeated soldiers who were immersed in the scent.
He stood next to Xia Yuan, looking at the steaming cabbage and pork stewed with vermicelli in the pot, and sang intermittently: "My home is on the Songhua River in the Northeast... There are forests and coal mines there... and there are soybeans all over the mountains and plains.
Sorghum. My home is on the Songhua River in the Northeast, where I have my compatriots and my aging parents. September 18, September 18, from that tragic time! September 18, September 18!"
His voice was not pleasant, and his singing was tone-deaf, and he couldn't even find the tune. However, he sang with great devotion. It seemed that everyone was moved by his horrible singing and became silent.
September 18th is an eternal pain in the hearts of all Chinese people.
Everyone looked at Mi Long with confusion, then lowered their heads, not daring to look at Xia Yuan. Mi Long's rough and arrogant words still lingered in everyone's hearts, awakening what Xia Yuan had just said, and the more they thought about it, the more their hearts ached.
, since the September 18th Incident, China has entered into a local war of resistance.
On the night of September 18, 1931, the Japanese Kwantung Army entrenched in Northeast China followed a carefully planned plot and used the railway "garrison" to blow up the tracks of the Japanese-built South Manchuria Railway near Liutiao Lake in Shenyang, and blamed the Chinese army. The Japanese army
This was used as an excuse to bombard the Beida Camp of the Northeastern Army of China, creating the "September 18th Incident" that shocked China and foreign countries.
The next day, the Japanese army invaded Shenyang and successively occupied the three northeastern provinces. In February 1932, the entire Northeast fell. After that, Japan established the puppet Manchukuo puppet regime in Northeast China and began a 14-year-long campaign against the people of Northeast China.
Slavery and colonial rule have made more than 30 million compatriots in the Northeast suffer the painful taste of slaves who have subjugated their country.
The September 18th Incident was the beginning of partial resistance against Japan, while the July 7th Incident was the entry into the full-scale Anti-Japanese War.
The Japanese army created a series of massacres on the territory of the motherland that shocked the world. They implemented a policy of astigmatism, burning them all, killing them all, and robbing them all. Each village suffered a bloodbath by the Japanese army, and the lives of the people were devastated and the people were in dire straits.
Although they hated the Japanese, they had been defeated for many years and they could no longer muster the confidence to fight against the Japanese and lived aimlessly all day long.
The defeated soldiers were silent, and Xia Yuan was also silent. He came from the future and understood the cruelty of this war better than anyone else.
Was the War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea cruel? It was cruel. It used infantry to fight against the United States, the industrialized power that ranked first in the world on land, sea and air. Together with a total of 16 other countries, 190,000 people sacrificed their lives and stayed on that cold land.
The anti-Japanese battlefield is still cruel, but it is not only cruel to the officers and soldiers, but also to the people living on the land of China. The Japanese army burned, killed, looted, and committed all kinds of evil. The crimes they committed were so heinous that people and gods were indignant. They said they were beasts.