Food is the most important thing for people, especially in these years of war, especially in these mountains that have experienced burning and looting, food is the most precious thing.
Sun Cui borrowed Xiao Hongying's name and went to help the kitchen team. Her purpose was simple: to eat for free, and to eat better and be fuller. She said she wanted to help, but the kitchen team was not short of manpower, and Sun Cui was just a chatterbox, asking for orders and talking nonsense. She didn't do much work, but she never missed a meal. It didn't matter for three or two days, but after a long time, the kitchen team couldn't stand her anymore.
Wang Xiaosan was troubled by this matter. The Japanese had already withdrawn, and the people of Xinghua Village had all gone back, but Sun Cui still refused to leave. He wanted to find Xiao Hongying to explain the situation, but the ninth squad had not returned from the mission yet, so he had to complain to the squad leader Uncle Niu in private, hoping that Uncle Niu could express his attitude and quickly send away this backward element that even the Women's Federation was unwilling to accept.
I don't know what Uncle Niu was thinking, but he scolded Wang Xiaosan instead, with the main idea being: "Food is originally grown by the people, so it is only natural that it should be fed to the people."
Sun Cui knew all about the complaints of the kitchen team, and she also knew that it was time to quit, but she had other plans in mind. She did not return to Xinghua Village with the others because she wanted to wait for the ninth class to come back and discuss the "handle" issue. Of course, she also wanted to eat for a few more days without shame.
As soon as Class Nine entered the courtyard of the regiment headquarters, Ding Deyi came out from the house to greet them, along with Su Qing and Hao Ping.
Secretary Yang rushed to Ding Deyi, saluted, introduced Zhou Wanping, and then quickly moved to Su Qing, carefully pushed his glasses, showed a handsome smile, and stretched out his hand directly: "Su Qing, long time no see!"
Su Qing had been to the division and knew Yang. Seeing that Yang had already taken the initiative to extend his hand, Su Qing naturally raised her hand to shake it and smiled back: "Yang Dezhi, I didn't expect it to be you. I haven't thanked you for your care yet..."
Ding Deyi quickly let Zhou Wanping, the noble man, into the regiment headquarters. Officer Yang and Su Qing were still holding hands tightly, laughing and talking about the past. Hu Yi, who was standing in the courtyard, watched this scene quietly. Suddenly, he had a strange feeling, which he couldn't explain. It was definitely not a simple jealousy, but a lot of things, very complicated...
"Huh? What happened to the squad leader?" Ma Liang turned his head and looked at Hu Yi's back as he walked out of the gate, muttering in surprise. He hasn't gone in yet to report the mission to the political commissar
Xiao Hongying twisted her pigtails and looked in the direction of the sound, then turned back to look at Su Qing who was laughing and talking, and Director Yang's sparkling glasses. She seemed to understand something and was considering whether she should immediately fall to the ground and shout that her stomach hurt so as to break the two hands that were reluctant to let go.
"I heard that you brought things back again? Where are they?" A thin figure with one arm walked into the gate of the regiment headquarters and spoke, interrupting Xiao Hongying's thoughts and finally letting go of the two clasped hands.
Luo Fugui and Wu Shitou each took off their Mauser pistols, which were strung together with ropes, and threw them in the middle of the yard. Dozens of them piled up together. Then Luo Fugui took out a handful of counterfeit banknotes from his pocket and handed them to the one-armed man who was walking over.
The person who came in was the person in charge of the supply department of the independent regiment, Li Suanpan. He lost an arm in battle and later joined the supply department.
Putting the counterfeit money in his pocket, Li Suanpan looked at the fifty-odd Mauser pistols with his eyes shining: "Wow, so many?" He immediately bent down and picked through them with his only arm, then stood up and asked: "Are there no bullets?"
Ma Liang and others remained silent.
The little girl tilted her head and saw Su Qing and Officer Yang also entered the house. She then answered slowly: "The detective team fought us desperately until dark. How could we dare to fight back? We had to wait until they ran out of bullets before we killed them!"
Li Suanpan looked at Xiao Hongying who was serious about her work, thinking that only a little girl like you dared to fool me. I have heard about your little deeds behind my back. It would be strange if I believed you. But Li Suanpan did not intend to argue with Xiao Hongying. On the one hand, the regiment commander and the political commissar spoiled this girl, and she was really daring to make trouble and seek death. Even if this matter was brought to the political commissar, it might not be a good result. On the other hand, since the establishment of this 9th squad, except for military uniforms, bedding and daily necessities, it has never received a single gun or bullet from the supply department. Instead, it has handed it in. It has only taken out but not received anything. It is the only one in the regiment, which saved him a lot of worries.
Li Suanpan nodded: "Oh, it's not easy. This battle of yours was really not easy. It was dangerous. Fortunately, the people in the detective team don't know how to count. Ignorance can kill people!"
The little girl nodded heavily: "That's right!"
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Hu Yi didn't know what was wrong with him, he just suddenly became confused. He walked casually and slowly reached the top of the mountain where Class 9 usually trained, but he didn't know why he came up.
Before Su Qing, Hu Yi never knew what love was, but later, he began to understand it a little. In Hu Yi's concept, love is very simple. The so-called love is a thought that will never be forgotten until death.
Today, in the courtyard of the regiment headquarters, the two hands clasped together suddenly reminded Hu Yi of a word that has been passed down for thousands of years: a perfect match.
Living in the smoke of gunpowder and in numbness, he is just a shell living in a nightmare. Life is the most worthless thing in Hu Yi's eyes, including his own. So Hu Yi never felt that it was valuable for him to die for Su Qing, a woman, because he was a worthless life, so he could die for her without hesitation! Therefore, Hu Yi would not regard this as an honor at all. Therefore, Hu Yi thought he had nothing. Therefore, Hu Yi was confused.
"Captain Hu! Captain Hu!"
Hu Yi finally turned around and found that Sun Cui had appeared behind him at some point.
"What are you thinking about? I called you on the road, but you didn't answer, so I had to chase you here." Sun Cui said as she stood beside Hu Yi.
"What's up?"
Sun Cui is good at reading people's faces, but she just can't see through Hu Yi. He has the leverage over Class 9 and has always wanted to use it, but Sun Cui is not a reckless person. She wants to understand the other party's temper first, but after a while, she still doesn't know how deep Hu Yi is. Today, when she heard that Class 9 was back, Sun Cui didn't plan to delay any longer, so she went straight to Hu Yi and got straight to the point.
"I need your help with something."
"explain."
"Take Team Nine to help me transport some goods."
"No." Hu Yi did not intend to ask more questions, because the import and export of goods was not a trivial matter. No matter whether it was military or civilian, no matter how much, it must be approved by the superiors and issued a road permit. This Sun Cui did not go to the regiment headquarters to handle this matter, but instead asked him to do it, which must be troublesome.
Sun Cui looked at Hu Yi in silence, thinking about what she should say. Should she reason with him? There was no reason for her. Should she appeal to his emotions? Although she was his landlord, she had not said more than ten words to him so far. How could she have any emotions? Looking at the bronze and resolute face, Sun Cui knew that she could only speak out.
"Isn't it time for you guys in Class 9 to repay the favor you owe me? If I..."
A pair of narrow eyes looked at Sun Cui quietly without saying a word.
Hu Yi knew what Sun Cui was talking about. Class 9 had asked her for an excuse to go out, and now she wanted to use this as a threat. Hu Yi hated this feeling, hated this feeling very much, even if this threat came from a woman, even if this threat was just to get Class 9 to deliver contraband for her, but, it was a threat! And it happened exactly when Hu Yi was most confused, when Hu Yi least wanted to restrain himself.
Sun Cui suddenly felt a little cold and uncomfortable. The pair of deep eyes opposite her seemed to remain still and unchanged, but an abyss seemed to gradually appear in those eyes, holding her sight and unable to escape. In those eyes, there seemed to be endless darkness and... Danger! It was danger!
"Do you know that this place is very high? Do you know that this place is very far away? Do you know that there is only me here? And in my eyes, you are cheap!" The voice was indifferent and low, but without a trace of emotion, more like the sound of the wind.
Sun Cui was just a widow in the mountains. She had never faced such dark eyes, nor had she ever felt such coldness. She had no idea that this was what people called murderous intent. She could only feel a chill that penetrated deep into her bones, so cold that she couldn't move her body, couldn't break away from the gaze, and couldn't even feel her legs shaking and weakening.
The inexplicable fear made Sun Cui slowly collapse and she began to be hysterical: "If living is cheap, then who is not cheap? I am just a woman. If I am not so cheap, how can I live to this day! Do you know how difficult it is to live?"
Sun Cui finally started to burst into tears: "They all look down on me. They sit in the women's association, mending your clothes, and call me shameless and a worthless person. But they have men! What about me? I have to support myself. How can I have the time to pretend to be active! Woo - you are all inhuman! Woo woo... You... are all bastards... Woo... Damn you... You shall not die well... Woo..."
Tears and snot, mixed with the fine dust in the wind, mixed with the vented sorrow, were completely smeared on Sun Cui's face under the wiping of her sleeves. She collapsed on the ground, sobbing and cursing, cursing many people, including Hu Yi and her dead man, completely unaware that the coldness around her had long disappeared...
Sun Cui went down the mountain, with tears still on her face, but her expression had returned to a relaxed and natural state. She had not expected this man to be so fierce and violent, which had made her so confused. Fortunately, she was usually aggressive and reacted quickly, so she got a satisfactory answer. Sun Cui was still secretly happy while walking, but suddenly she felt uncomfortable with a chill, looked down at her pants, blushed suddenly, and quickly quickened her pace.
Hu Yi was still standing on the top of the mountain, not regretting his decision just now. At least she was living tenaciously, and this reason was enough for him to agree to help her. In comparison, he might be a more despicable person.
With a deep sigh, Hu Yi felt much better. He looked at the distant figure of the woman going down the mountain, and then looked down at the ground beside her where she had sat. It was wet, as if it had rained. Hu Yi could not help but fall into confusion again: Can a woman shed so many tears? …