At the end of summer and the beginning of autumn, the well water is warm and cool, but as sweet as sugar.

"The well water here is good!" Zhao Zhiguo took a sip.

"There was this well in the late Ming Dynasty. Because of this well, the tofu made in our village was famous all over the country! Unfortunately, in the late Qing Dynasty, droughts and locust plagues occurred frequently. In addition, wars continued and the food harvest was poor.

No one makes tofu anymore.”

The war promoted the development of science and technology and also caused the original culture to disappear.

"There are mostly old people and children in the village, so drafting water is a wasteful job, right?"

Zhao Zhiguo picked up the pole and easily picked up two loads of water.

"Chief, let me do it!" said the militia squad leader.

"No, I have to do this. After I leave the village, you will have plenty of opportunities! Our Eighth Route Army team serves the people. We have to help them do what they can't do, because they raised us.

An army.”

Zhao Zhiguo carried two buckets of water and started knocking on the door from door to door.

However, after knocking on the doors of several houses, no one responded. The militia squad leader also believed that there was someone in this house.

"The next one!" Zhao Zhiguo was not discouraged.

"Chief, why not forget it!"

The militia squad leader was a little discouraged. What he didn't expect was that his village was already so afraid of the army.

"Forget it? How can we forget it? Taoists preach or Buddhists teach the Dharma, which one stops at their own feet? If they just say forget it to themselves, will these cultures take root in China?" Zhao Zhiguo picked up the bucket.

Treating people and things with sincerity will surely earn their understanding and support.

If no one is open today and Zhao Zhiguo continues tomorrow, there will always be a family in need of water.

Where there's a will, there's a way. After knocking on more than a dozen doors, a little head finally popped out, eyes flashing with confusion, and he blinked at Zhao Zhiguo: "Uncle, who are you looking for?"

Zhao Zhiguo knelt down with a smile on his face and tried to look as kind as possible: "Where are your adults?"

"Girl! Who is it?"

An older voice sounded in the yard.

"Grandpa, he is an uncle!"

The old man walked to the door with a cane. When he saw Zhao Zhiguo, panic flashed in his eyes and he quickly protected his granddaughter behind him.

The old man was afraid that Zhao Zhiguo, like the troops who came to the village in the past, would rob their family of food, their chickens and ducks, and take away his son and daughter-in-law. He was afraid that in the end he would also take away his only dependent granddaughter.

Take away.

Zhao Zhiguo stood up and said: "Old man, don't be afraid. I am from the Eighth Route Army. I know that your family lacks strong labor, so I will carry water for you."

The old man was trembling and did not dare to speak.

"Uncle Tang, this is our leader. He is temporarily staying in our village today. If you have any questions, you can ask him." said the militia squad leader.

After all, the militia squad leader was from his own village. The moment the old man saw him, his eyes seemed to have placed hope.

Zhao Zhiguo said nothing, stirred up water into the yard, and poured the water into the water tank.

However, Zhao Zhiguo did not stop because of this, until the water tank was full, and then he distributed firewood to the old man and placed it neatly in the yard.

"Would you like to rest for a while?"

The old man was still a little wary of Zhao Zhiguo, but he felt a little unbearable when he saw that his yard was cleaned up so neatly by Zhao Zhiguo.

Zhao Zhiguo took the broom in the yard and cleaned the yard again.

When the old man's son was at home, the yard had never been so clean and tidy.

"Uncle, drink water!"

Seeing that he could not persuade Zhao Zhiguo, the old man asked his granddaughter to bring a bowl of water to let Zhao Zhiguo take a rest.

Zhao Zhiguo quickly took the water and took the little girl's hand to the old man's side.

"Old man, do you think there is anything else I need to do?" Zhao Zhiguo asked.

"No, that's good enough!" The old man waved his hands quickly, feeling a little embarrassed, "Are you really the Eighth Route Army?"

"Yes, we are a team of the Eighth Route Army!" Zhao Zhiguo said.

"I've only heard of it before, but never seen it before."

The old man saw the uniform of the Eighth Route Army for the first time.

In fact, this is not surprising. When the Jinsui Army was managing this land, they were as prepared for them as a scourge, and they even added fuel to the fire in their propaganda.

"Sir, squad leader Tang is also a member of our Eighth Route Army, but he doesn't have a military uniform," Zhao Zhiguo said.

This is indeed an oversight by Zhao Zhiguo and others.

The base of the team is getting bigger and bigger, and there are more and more militiamen. The regular combat troops can barely get some military uniforms, but it is too difficult for the militiamen to have a uniform.

Only when he came to the village did Zhao Zhiguo realize this problem.

Their troops have no plans to advance eastward, so there are relatively few opportunities to appear in enemy-occupied areas and areas controlled by the First Army Division.

When troops come, they rarely enter the village, and most of the soldiers come here for reconnaissance, so it is impossible to act in military uniforms.

"Where did you come from?" the old man asked, "Did you come to our village to collect food?"

The old man didn't have much working ability, and he only had a few pieces of farmland that he was given, which was barely enough to keep his grandfather and grandson from going hungry.

"I'm not here to collect food. Old man, how many acres of land have you been allocated?" Zhao Zhiguo asked.

"Three acres of land. The land is divided according to population. There are only two people in our family."

"Is there any free land in the village?" Zhao Zhiguo asked the militia squad leader.

"Everything has been contracted out. I will keep 50% of the contracted land, 40% will be used as military rations, and 10% will be reserved for the village to prevent the villagers from running out of money during the lean period."

It's better to live in a big village, with a large population and a lot of land. And if there is movement of people, they will always crowd into the big villages, just like the population of later generations moved to big cities.

In a small village like this, where the population is small and the land cannot be allocated, we can only use the method suggested by the militia squad leader.

Use collective efforts to maximize land use and prevent the elderly and children in the village who have little ability to work from having a share of food.

"You have done a good job in this regard," Zhao Zhiguo said. "Old man, if he does something bad, just say it and I will cause trouble for him."

"No, no, no, among the young people of this generation, he is quite good, and we all take good care of him," the old man said.

"The people have all praised you. It seems unreasonable if I don't commend you." Zhao Zhiguo took out his pistol, "This pistol is made in Germany. You have been with me for four years, so I will commend you."

There is no shortage of pistols in Zhao Zhiguo's place. As long as he wants, he can find better ones at any time. Moreover, Zhao Zhiguo also carries a Browning.

As the commander, Zhao Zhiguo has fewer and fewer opportunities to fight on the front line.
Chapter completed!