When Yang Mingzhi returned to the dormitory, the two girls had just returned from taking a shower.
There are also saunas and even large wooden bathtubs in Black Earth Village. Because there is a garrison here, the majority of officers and soldiers pay great attention to cleanliness and hygiene in winter. When they see a large number of comrades who have just returned from a victorious battle,
I realized that my happy days were coming to an end.
Therefore, all the bathtubs in the village were requisitioned, including the black bathhouses owned by civilians, which were also required to provide bathing for soldiers. This did create some trouble for the villagers, but everyone was willing to do so.
In this era, every family had a militia, and the number of people supporting the army was high.
Suddenly, a large-scale plot work quickly began. Of course, in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Yang Mingzhi issued an order in advance. "Yevgeny, Lavrenti, and Balzen. Restrain your soldiers and only allow them to
Accepting gifts, robbing is prohibited, and drinking is prohibited. Otherwise, you will be dealt with by military law. All arrangements must be made according to the instructions of the village chief Womansky."
Therefore, after Yang Mingzhi ended his correspondence with Yevlov, he was arranged by someone sent by the village chief to take a good wash.
I have been fighting in the field for many days, and my body is covered in dirt. If I stay in the room at night, won't the smell of sweat be unbearable to my wife?
He was led to a room, and the militiaman said: "Deputy division commander, this temporary bathroom is prepared for you. Soap and towels are ready. Please help yourself. If you need hot water, just shout.
.In addition, we have also prepared new clothes for you."
Yang Mingzhi nodded, "Okay, please go out. Close the door for me."
He quickly took off his dirty military uniform that was contaminated by dust and gunpowder smoke. During the operation, he wore a military coat outside, which was made of cotton and could not be washed. The lining was the military uniform, which had to be washed.
Yang Mingzhi looked at the wall of this wooden house. The so-called new clothes were just ordinary clothes for ordinary people. This made people think that other soldiers were probably ordered by the residents to put on new clothes, as if they were their sons.
It's back again.
"Alas! Many people died in the war, and many mothers lost their sons. The return of these young men should make those women immersed in the illusion of happiness." Yang Mingzhi, who was sitting in the huge wooden bathtub, couldn't help but think about it.
The hot water was relaxing. Yang Mingzhi put a towel on his head, closed his eyes and rested, recalling the thrilling battles of these days.
This kind of life was not what he expected. In this era, he was helplessly involved in the war. He could only survive by fighting constantly. He was just an ordinary person, but he became a senior commander of the army. As a foreigner,
Still gained the population of this country's people. At this point, Yang Mingzhi has clearly realized that his mentality is changing.
The life-and-death battles are all here, and this person seems to be a little bit Russian. In that plane, groups of burly Russian uncles covered in hair, and Russian aunts who eat potatoes into buckets are always uncomfortable and inexplicably scary.
Now, they are indeed so cute and trustworthy.
Maybe this is comradeship.
Thinking of this, he immersed his head in the water...
After about an hour or two, Yang Mingzhi felt that his body had softened. In the middle of the process, he asked someone to add some hot water, and asked the militiamen to rub the dirt off his back with burlap.
After several twists and turns, he was already drowsy, but after changing into new clothes, he walked out of the mist-shrouded bathhouse and felt energetic again as the cold hit him.
"Deputy division commander, if there is no problem, we will take your uniform for cleaning?" the militiaman asked.
"Okay!" After Yang Mingzhi said it, he felt there was something wrong again. He stopped the militiamen and said, "Comrade, I have to take off the shoulder straps and collar badges. You can do it yourself after that."
Yang Mingzhi changed into casual clothes inside and was still wrapped in the warm wool coat. He tried it personally and found that the German coats were still not as good as the Soviet ones. After all, the old man had to deal with the severe cold every year.
It was already getting late, but the collective farm was still very lively. This must be the soldiers who had returned in triumph celebrating. I really don’t know how the ban on drinking was implemented. It was probably because of this group of guys who have a strong tradition of drinking.
forgotten.
Yang Mingzhi smiled, remembering that there were two girls in his residence.
Like a parent worried about his daughter, he rushed back and opened the door.
"Hey! I thought you all should rest, but I didn't expect you were still sorting out the housework."
"Oh! Husband, you are finally back. I thought you just took a bath and forgot about all the troubles and just enjoyed yourself." Yang Tao teased. "Why are you still standing there? Do you want us two little girls to do it?"
Come and move the big bed?”
Yang Mingzhi noticed that the scene in the room had changed, and he couldn't help but feel satisfied with the scene, because this little daughter-in-law was very careful.
Belarusians claim to be the purest Slavs, so they have the same requirements for beds as their relatives in the east - long and narrow beds.
They are all very tall, but why do they sleep on a narrow bed as if they are self-restrained? Yang Mingzhi doesn't know this at all and doesn't want to know it. Anyway, neither he nor his wife can stand it!
Therefore, Yang Tao claimed that she found the militiamen and expressed her complaints. So several militiamen came again carrying two beds, but they came and left.
"The beds were moved by the militia. Those men didn't help us at all? I really don't know what they were afraid of? Or was it an order given by the village chief?" Yang Tao complained.
"Maybe, maybe they have other jobs."
Yang Mingzhi stopped talking nonsense, took off his coat, and began to move the bed. While moving, he said: "Tonight, you two girls will sleep together. I will sleep alone. That's the arrangement."
"Well, I don't have any objection to the deputy division commander's order, but I always find it a bit awkward. In fact, I also know that the deputy division commander is considering our safety," Natasha said.
How normal it is to live in the same room with his wife. But then Yang Mingzhi remembered that there was Natasha, a girl who had grown up very quickly. Lao Maozi was open-minded, but he still had moral integrity. As for himself,
Treat her purely as a little girl, or even as a daughter.
"Hey! It was my negligence." Yang Mingzhi slapped his forehead, "How about I find another room. After all, it's still too early for you to get married. Sleeping in the same room like this will make people think blindly."
But Natasha immediately refused.
"Sir, no need. I know who you are best. Your mouth belongs to them, and your heart belongs to you. It doesn't matter what they say to me. Anyway, I feel safe when I can be with you, sir. He is like my big brother.
Although I don’t have a brother.”
Yang Mingzhi understood the meaning immediately and said casually: "Then you think of me as your father's younger brother. I know you also have this intention in your heart. But no matter how powerful you are in fighting, you are still just a girl after all."
But these casual words directly caused some throbbing in the girl's heart.
In this wooden house, Yang Mingzhi had an idea and pulled a hemp rope, and then hung a bed sheet.
In this way, the problem is solved, and girls do not have to worry about being exposed when dealing with their private affairs.
"Are you satisfied now?" Yang Mingzhi asked, pinching his waist.
"Well, thank you." Natasha said shyly.
"Sister, you don't need to say anything more. Let's take a rest quickly. Aren't you still sleepy?" Yang Tao couldn't help but yawned and pulled Natasha onto the bed. The two quickly took off their underwear and got into bed.
Got into bed.
Yang Mingzhi stopped talking nonsense and lay comfortably on the big bed made up of these two beds. He couldn't help but think about it.
"The people of Qi have a wife and a concubine, a star fruit and a Natasha. If this were in ancient times, I would have accepted that hairy girl right away. But in this era, for the sake of reputation, she can only be a subordinate. Unless she has some children that lead to a romantic encounter.
Opportunity?" The young Russian girl is very graceful, with a good figure and a straight nose. You can ignore the hairiness on her body, and her golden hair is also very gorgeous.
Yang Mingzhi was lustful, so he just thought about it. Let him choose, Chinese women like it best, not to mention that he is already married and his wife is lying on the other side of the curtain.
"Forget it, don't think too much about it. You are a pure and upright person who is out of vulgar taste." Yang Mingzhi muttered silently.
As soon as I closed my eyes, someone knocked on the door.
"Who is it! It's so late, does the village chief still have something to do with me? Or does it mean that my person turned over the wrong person?"
Yang Mingzhi got up immediately, but heard someone outside the house say: "Sir! It's Comrade Yevlov, the division commander. He reported to us again, claiming that he had something new to tell you, so the village chief hopes you can come to the radio station
Let’s go to the room again.”
This man spoke very sincerely, Yang Mingzhi scratched his head and got up to avoid the difficulty.
He got dressed and was about to go out when he saw the two girls on the other side of the curtain. "You really are like sisters sleeping in each other's arms. Forget it, you should have a good rest."
After that, he left his residence and went straight to the radio station room of the collective farm not far away. (To be continued.) 8