Chinese people like to get together. This is something that has never changed. When people start to get together, things will naturally become more and more complicated. The most intolerable thing for the wounded soldiers is the food at the reception station. The Yunnan Army is poorer than the others.
The Sichuan Army is better, but they don't give a lot of food to the wounded soldiers in the shelter. They eat two meals a day, one dry and one thin. This is the daily food level of the shelter.
In May, the weather is getting hotter and hotter, and people's tempers are becoming more and more irritable as the temperature rises. "What the hell is this? The rice porridge is so thin that it can be used as a mirror, and everyone's...
There is only one bowl, why not just starve us to death." An earthen bowl was thrown on the ground outside the kitchen with great force. The earthen bowl fell into pieces, and the rice porridge in the bowl was scattered all over the floor.
.A bald wounded soldier with a scar on his face was standing outside the kitchen and yelling curses.
"They are all evil-minded things. I got these injuries from fighting the Japanese. If we are given such food now, it would be better to stay at home and farm. At least we won't be hungry."
When the bald wounded soldier saw that more and more people were gathering around him, he cursed more and more vigorously. The stationmaster wearing glasses at the reception station was also dragged into the yard by other wounded soldiers. He only punched and kicked him and liked to speak softly.
The petty webmaster was beaten and fell limp in the yard.
"What's going on over there? It sounds like a mess." The courtyard of the reception station was filled with the shouts of the wounded soldiers, but the situation in their warehouse in Tangcheng was calm and there was nothing going on. They fired alone and never started eating.
Talking too much with the wounded soldiers, especially Fatty Ma who was stewing meat today, Liu Shitou and the others couldn't go out of the warehouse to chat with those dirty guys.
Zhang Xiaobao, the youngest, has an restless and restless temper. After hearing what Tang Cheng said, he ran to the warehouse door and looked out for a while before turning back. "It was the bald man who was making trouble last time. I saw them all.
He beat the stationmaster until his face was covered with blood, but he didn't hear clearly what he was shouting. It's dinner time, and it's probably about the food." After hearing Zhang Xiaobao's words, Li Shitou and the others were very disapproving.
The wounded soldiers inside have made trouble for food more than once or twice, and it is estimated that this will still be the case.
Liu Shitou and the others didn't take it seriously, nor did Tang Cheng, who was busy fishing out meat from the big basin. It was time to eat, and filling one's stomach was the right thing to do. Misfortunes and blessings are often not based on the individual's
The will appears, just like now. Tangcheng and others don't think that the wounded soldiers in the yard making trouble for food have anything to do with them, but the wounded soldiers in the yard don't think so. Although Fatty Ma has closed the door of the warehouse,
But the smell of the stew had already spread out. When the wounded soldiers who were hungry could smell the smell of the stew, they would only transfer their anger to Tang Cheng and the others.
"Brothers, we were injured from fighting the Japanese, but we were left here without food or water. Those guys with unknown origins in the warehouse are not from our Yunnan Army. Why do they have stew to eat? We see them every day.
Those guys are all dressed in sleek clothes. Even that kid has endless fried peanuts in his pocket. Why should we starve and be cold?" The bald wounded soldier who caused the trouble waved his arms and said,
The wounded soldiers gathered together turned to look at the closed warehouse. They all knew that the smell of stew in the yard came from the warehouse.
The person in the entire shelter who could say that he knew the details about Tang Cheng and the others was the stationmaster here. The stationmaster, whose face was covered in blood after being picked on by the wounded soldiers, secretly laughed. He wished that these stupid and angry guys could go to the warehouse.
There are all these troubles. As for the defeated troops who withdrew from the front battlefield, few would keep their weapons and ammunition as well as Tangcheng and the others, especially when they could take out two gold bars at a time to update their defeated troops.
It's rare to see such a guy. Could it be that he is an unknown person?
The stationmaster who was slumped on the ground smiled with his mouth raised. He saw that these wounded soldiers had been led by the bald man to the warehouse. His whole body was sore and he was just waiting to watch the show. It was night when Tangcheng and the others entered the reception station.
, the weapons and medicine they carry with them have also been put away, so the wounded soldiers in the yard don't know that Tang Cheng and the others carry their carry weapons. If they knew that Tang Cheng and the others had nine infantrymen who were no weaker than the Japanese army.
With Ban's firepower, he would never foolishly follow that bald man to the warehouse to cause trouble.
"This is the territory of our Yunnan Army. Why do these ignorant people have enough to eat and clothe themselves all day long? The place where our Yunnan Army is used should shed some blood. Brothers, the brave ones will starve to death.
The young ones, the men’s ones, followed me to their place to eat meat.” Under the bewitchment of the bald wounded soldier, all the wounded soldiers who could move in the yard rushed towards the warehouse angrily, and were pushed by the few in front.
This guy even smashed the door of the warehouse with his fist.
The noise outside the door had already spread into the warehouse, and Tang Cheng and the others would not be able to hear it. Liu Shitou and the others had already put down their bowls and looked at Tang Cheng, but Tang Cheng was just minding his own business.
Chewing the steaming stew, he didn't pay attention to the noise coming from outside the door. "Fatty Ma was afraid that someone would come to snatch our stew, so he deliberately put three poles behind the door. Even though there were so many of them, he wanted to rush away.
There is no way the door with three poles can't be done. Eat the meat quickly, it will get cold in a while, Fatty Ma's craftsmanship is pretty good."
Although Tang Cheng was sure, Liu Shitou, who was always worried, went to the gate to check the lever on top of the door. After confirming it with his own eyes, Liu Shitou yelled and rushed into the crowd to grab the iron pot.
The meat in it. Fatty Ma didn’t stew a lot of meat. He only had less than three kilograms of meat in Manchuria. It was said that less than three kilograms of meat was not enough for the nine of them in Tangcheng, so Fatty Ma specially cooked it in the meat.
I added a lot of dried vegetables, and as a result, almost everyone patted their stomachs and said that when they were full, there were still a lot of pieces of meat left in the iron pot used to hold the stew.
Tang Cheng, who was holding a thin stick and picking his teeth, glanced at the iron pot with a lot of meat left in it, and couldn't help but sigh. It was obvious that everyone had stuffed their stomachs with dried vegetables just like him, and the stew meat was better.
I haven't eaten much. "I see you're still not hungry. If I really make you hungry, let alone meat, even if there is a hot dog poop in front of you, I think you will pounce on it and take a few bites."
"Tang Cheng's ridicule attracted angry looks from everyone. The key is that what he said was too disgusting.
There was a group of guys outside the door who wanted to rush in and grab the meat. Besides, Tangcheng and the others didn’t have the habit of leftover food. Under Tangcheng’s “force”, the youngest Zhang Xiaobao and Lin Ying left the iron pot with tears in their eyes.
All the pieces of meat were filled into the stomach. "Hey, that's right. There is so much meat left in the pot. I thought you didn't like eating meat. Eat them all. Don't leave any bite.
, let’s eat stewed meat again in a few days, until you feel sick when you see the meat.” The other people who were leaning forward laughed loudly at Tang Cheng’s words, but their mouths were full of meat, but their eyes were shining.
The two people in tears nodded fiercely.
The meat in the iron pot was completely eaten, and even the remaining fat was drained by Fatty Ma who cooked it with hot water and used it as soup. Tang Cheng took a few puffs of cigarette before letting Hou San and Wu Laosan go over.
Open the door of the warehouse. Many wounded soldiers have come into this warehouse at the reception station, but they think the warehouse is too empty and shabby, so they don't want to sleep here. They just didn't expect that they haven't come in for more than a month.
The warehouse has been organized by Tang Cheng and others like a home, a real home.
Mu Lianshan took Liu Shitou, Tan Fei and others to visit the wealthy families in the area all day long. Besides seeing doctors, they also brought back many sundries that the wealthy families planned to throw away. Hou San and Dice, who were good at living a hard life, used them.
These things that no one else can use decorate the empty warehouse. Fatty Ma has his own stove and a complete set of cooking utensils, Lin Ying has the necessary needlework, scissors and thimble for women, and Zhang Xiaobao also has toys to play with in addition to cleaning his gun.
The opportunity. What was even more extraordinary was that for Tang Cheng, a seriously injured man, Liu Shitou and Tan Fei actually got him a recliner, so that he could lie under the hole in the warehouse and bask in the sun for free every day.
The large wooden bucket for bathing, the bedding that was not new but absolutely clean, the stacks of books and pens and papers for writing, all of these made the wounded soldiers who entered the warehouse dumbfounded. They definitely did not expect that they originally looked down upon them.
The shabby warehouse would be organized so well. "Speak, why are you banging on the door desperately?" Seeing that some of the wounded soldiers were staring at the iron pot on the stove without blinking, Hou San deliberately pretended not to know anything.
He asked, since the stew had been eaten up anyway, what did it have to do with him whether these people were drooling or not.
"Stop talking nonsense, you are not from our Yunnan Army, so this warehouse cannot be used for nothing. Either give some blood to the brothers, or get out of the shelter directly, don't wait for me to kick you out.
"The leader of the bald wounded soldier spoke with disdain. There are only 9 of them in Tangcheng, and there are several others who are also injured among the 9. There are dozens of people on our side, and it is easy to deal with these 9 of them.
Simple.
"Bleeding? What kind of bleeding? How?" Hou San glanced at Tang Cheng out of the corner of his eye. Seeing that Tang Cheng was still sitting and smoking, Hou San laughed secretly and planned to continue pretending to be stupid. He turned around and walked to his bed.
While pulling out the exceptionally clean bayonet, Hou San once again stood in front of the bald wounded soldier and said with a sinister smile, "Bleeding? Could it be that he just made a cut on his body to get some blood out? I know that. I'll see you in Huangshi City."
That's how it is when those street gangsters fight for territory. Whoever makes a bigger cut and bleeds more is the boss, but are you sure you want to compete with me on how much more cuts you bleed?"