While they were having a meeting, Star Tao also had his own things to do.
After a while, he had to take a bath himself, and he had to wait for his injured husband to take a bath. What was worse, the clothes they took off, which were contaminated by sweat, dirt and gunpowder smoke, had to be washed.
The girl felt that her bruises were not serious, so she took advantage of the last light of dusk and washed her clothes with water from the well in the camp. It happened that Natasha also wanted to do these things, and even her brother Kostya, the two of them
They all came to the well with wooden basins.
Two girls, one is responsible for pressing the well, and the other is responsible for collecting water. Because Carambola is injured, Natasha can do things more efficiently. They help each other, but even so, they have to serve a lot of clothes, which seems a bit difficult.
Meanwhile, the meeting continues.
"When it comes to harvesting potatoes, we need to finish all the things in front of us before we mobilize the soldiers to dig the ground." Yevlov explained, "The soldiers are too tired today, and we will conduct a systematic statistics tomorrow.
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After the army returns, each unit must count its personnel. Who died in the battle and who was injured. The unit must re-count and revise the roster. Yang Mingzhi thought of those wounded soldiers. There were a huge number of them. They should all be lying in the army hospital now.
There is limited space there, so in order to facilitate care, the wounded soldiers can only lie down neatly.
For this reason, he couldn't help but ask: "The wounded soldiers we brought back basically had injuries to their limbs. If their trunks were injured, there was almost no chance of survival. So I also need to know that these wounded soldiers cannot participate in military operations for a long time.
There are even big obstacles in life, especially those with leg injuries, and some people may even become lame."
"This is indeed a problem. Tomorrow's census and the future arrangements for the injured soldiers are yet to be determined. Since we have accepted many new soldiers, we will integrate them into the existing troops." Yevlov said.
"That's fine. The wounded soldiers will be distributed after they recover. But you also have to understand that some soldiers may become disabled. What should they do?"
Yevlov hesitated for a moment. He could guess what Yang Mingzhi meant. Life in the army is still very tense now. The army does not support idlers. Even in the villages that follow the army, almost everyone is assigned tasks and the masses are involved.
Production, most of the output is supplied to the army.
"There is no waste in the Red Army. Soldiers who really can't go back to the battlefield will do logistics. For example, they go to the blacksmith village to make weapons, or they serve as instructors for the militia." After saying that, Yevlov raised his head and looked at Yang Mingzhi.
"Berekov, you are also a wounded person yourself, so you can rest assured to recuperate for a period of time in the future. We will not have military operations for the time being, and it is time for the troops to recuperate."
Yang Mingzhi completely agreed that the troops did not have the capital to engage in force. The troops suffered a great loss in ammunition in this battle, and the captured ammunition was all German-made. Therefore, the soldiers must also adapt to German weapons, and they need training.
The meeting was over, and Yang Mingzhi no longer had to worry too much about official duties. He only needed to rest in peace and recuperate.
Looking at his left arm, which was wrapped in linen and made into a rice dumpling, he wondered how the wound was doing now. Although there was still some pain, it would be fine as long as he didn't touch it intentionally. What he was most worried about was the worsening of the wound. This time he was covered with linen.
I don’t know the condition of the wrapping. However, if pus really develops, the arm will be in severe pain. Obviously, because there are no such bad feelings, the wound should recover very well.
A simple dinner was served at the meeting place. In addition to bread, it was a pot of thick vegetable soup, and everyone also had a can of canned meat.
I saw the three people opening the cans one by one and eating the meat happily, but he didn't do anything here. Others saw it strangely, and Yang Mingzhi explained: "The canned meat is also rationed. It is understandable that I am an officer and eat better. I think
I'd better keep this for my woman."
Yevlov laughed loudly, "You are such a good man. But you really have to reward her well. When you go back, tell her that because Besica performed very well in the battle, we have nothing to reward. We will give her a reward tomorrow."
Give her more treats as rewards, such as canned meat and canned vegetables."
Yang Mingzhi nodded. It was already good to eat well in an emergency. But what was his wife doing now? Has she started boiling water for bathing? Suddenly, he suddenly remembered that his home was in the security company, and there were a lot of big men there.
We, the little girl, it is better to keep an eye on her and solve the hygiene problems in the small room.
Of course, he also wanted to see his wife's beautiful body. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel his heart beat faster.
Under the guidance of the soldiers, he returned to his home with an oil lamp. Thinking that the meeting was held until blackjack, it felt wrong to come back so late. So what was Star Tao doing?
When they were about to get home, Yang Mingzhi asked the soldier to go back. The man saluted the military salute a few times, handed the oil lamp to Yang Mingzhi, and went back.
In this way, Yang Mingzhi slowly walked back with the light on. It was very quiet all around, and he could even hear the noise of some soldiers who snored loudly while sleeping. As he walked deeper, a soft smile came into his ears.
Whose girl is smiling so brightly? It's not just one girl, but two. Just thinking about it, Yang Mingzhi immediately figured it out. "Xiao Tao, what are you and Natasha doing together!"
Unable to help but quicken his pace, Yang Mingzhi returned to his home. Under the moonlight, he could see a few standing wooden poles at the door of his home, and these clothes drying racks were all covered with clothes.
"Well done. It's really hard for you. You washed so many clothes."
Yang Mingzhi smiled and walked a few steps forward. He noticed the wooden house next to him, which was glowing dimly. The sound of joy came from there. Amid the laughter, he could also hear the sound of water rushing. The girls were
bath.
Yang Mingzhi did not disturb them rashly. He stood next to the clothes and put his nose to smell it. "Good job. You washed well with soap." There was no washing powder in this era. Yang Mingzhi felt that his
The situation is not bad, at least there is captured German soap.
Soap is a good thing. The traditional detergent in China is saponin. Before the Anti-Japanese War, there were still some soap factories in China that could produce small quantities of soap. Unfortunately, after the war started, the southeastern region of China fell, and these factories also became the prey of the Japanese.
But in the Northeast, Yang Mingzhi was sure that it would be difficult for a girl like Yang Tao to see soap. He knew that she liked this kind of washing artifact very much. "This yellow thing can wash clothes, body, and even hair."
Yang Tao once said this, and he smiled slightly at this.
This girl definitely doesn't know that there is such a thing as soap. If you mix it with some honey or rose essential oil, the soap will instantly turn into soap.
"Why don't we try it in the future and make some essential oils and let the comrades in the Blacksmith Village or Black Earth Village study it? We can also set up a small soap factory and even make some milk soap."
Just as I was thinking this, there was another burst of laughter in the "bathhouse", and even the voice of a little boy. There were three people taking a bath here. Obviously, Natasha's brother also came in by the way, and this seven-year-old little shot was probably very popular.
Welcome, big sisters.
Yang Mingzhi shrugged and walked slowly along the light.