Meng Ge's military camp was in the northeast of Daliang City, in the woods. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

On the west side of the barracks is the Bishui River, which flows eastward. The dusk of the Bishui River in autumn is as beautiful as a painting.

The orange-red sun dyed the surging river and the clouds in the western sky orange.

On both sides of the riverbank, in the lush woods, there are yellow and red leaves.

A group of geese came from the north and hurried to the south.

Meng Ge looked at this scene and felt a little sad. Now, she doesn't have the kung fu to enjoy the beautiful scenery, and the people of the entire Great Song Dynasty don't have this kind of leisure.

However, no matter how you humans make trouble and how the disaster is raging, the beauty of nature has never been discounted and stopped.

At this time, Meng Ge had to admit once again that human beings were just a group of gadgets in this world, and they couldn't make any big waves at all. The only thing they will do is to toss their own kind of people and cut off their own back roads.

No matter what Meng Ge has and what kind of feelings she feels, she will always remember that the only thing she can do now is to be a good firehead and protect her younger brother to live well.

Walking to the river, Meng Ge chose a good place and walked down, walked a few steps into the river, and then threw the big wooden barrel into the water, and after filling a bucket of water, he rested the wooden barrel on his shoulder with the buoyancy of the water, and walked to the barracks.

Before coming to the barracks, Meng Ji got Meng Ge and them two military uniforms. Today, Meng Ge is not restricted from moving around the camp in his military uniform.

At most, it was just a question or two from the guards when they were entering and leaving the camp.

Meng Ge effortlessly carried a bucket of water back to the firehead camp, and filled most of the tank with a brush.

When the old men saw it, they all admired it.

"Cheng, this kid has a bit of ability, not a coward. With his strength, we will be able to save a lot of water work in the future. Huotou walked over happily and patted Meng Ge on the shoulder.

"No, he can carry five loads of water for us at once, and it will save a lot of effort." A veteran chopping cabbage said.

Meng Ge didn't care what those people thought, just said hello to the fire head, and walked away with the barrel on his shoulder.

On the side of the Huotou camp, Yu Yang and Zhao Lei were swinging big axes, sweating like rain chopping firewood. Meng Mao waited for them to split a little, and then moved into the side of the big stove, and stacked it in a special place for firewood.

I don't know how Meng Mao overcame the obstacles, but when he saw so many soldiers from the Huotou Battalion, he was not afraid at all.

I think it was Meng Ji who said hello and mentioned the matter of Meng Mao, and no one from those gang leaders went to talk to Meng Mao. This made Meng Mao even more like a fish in water. In just one hour, he let down most of his guard.

Even if he made up his mind to stay in the barracks no matter what, he was still somewhat apprehensive in his heart.

Seeing those gang leaders, Meng Mao's little heart was inevitably a little stunned. It's just that those people didn't provoke him or talk to him, which made him feel better.

After Meng Ge filled all the three large water tanks in the fire head camp, and the other six large wooden barrels were not empty, the genius general was darkened.

At this time, on the five large stoves in the barracks, there were also pots of smoking meals.

The head of the fire was beckoning the men to take all the basins away and deliver them to the men according to their respective areas of responsibility.

Yu Yang: They are still chopping wood. Meng Ge glanced at it and found that there was nothing wrong with her in the kitchen, so he went out to pick up Yu Yang's axe and said, "You go and pile firewood with Xiao Mao'er." ”

Meng Ge is different from Yu Yang. She has a lot of strength, and a piece of firewood has already been chopped without a few strokes from her.

Zhao Lei was panting with an axe, and when he saw this, he said: "Just like you, it's really overkill to chop wood and carry water." ”

Meng Ge continued his work and replied: "I am also willing to come to chop wood and carry water, otherwise I should be at ease in the mountains somewhere at this moment." ”

When Zhao Lei heard this, he smiled and said, "I really forgot, you were ready to flee at the beginning." Later, how did you figure it out and come to be the leader of this gang? ”

Meng Ge just chopped off a piece of wood, and when he heard this, he said, "Naturally, it's because I think it's fun here." Anyway, there's chaos out there. As a gang leader, at least you don't need to worry about your own meals. ”

Zhao Lei didn't agree with Meng Ge's words, and said: "Here, there may not be anything to eat." When there is a shortage of food and the follow-up cannot keep up, the gang leader becomes a street rat in the barracks. When the time comes, we will not only have to find something to eat, but we will also be blamed or scolded by those individuals. ”

When Meng Ge heard this, he felt incredible. The rations were not grown by the leaders themselves, nor were they levied on them, so why should they suffer those reproaches?

"Why? We're in charge of the food. When the time comes, those individuals will blame us for being extravagant, and perhaps even opening a small stove privately, so that the food will not follow. Zhao Lei said with a sarcastic laugh.

Meng Ge suddenly stopped talking. She suddenly became curious about Zhao Lei, and felt that Zhao Lei knew a lot about things in the barracks.

"Zhao Lei, how do you know so much? Could it be that someone in your family has been a gang leader? Meng Ge couldn't help but ask.

Zhao Lei stared at the plate axe in his hand, and the dim light made the expression on his face a little blurred.

"Not a gang leader. Six generations of our ancestors were all soldiers. I listened to my grandfathers and uncles when I was a child, so I naturally understood a little bit about the things in the barracks. Zhao Lei's words were a little sad, and Meng Ge was a little sour when he heard it.

Six generations of soldiers mean that many relatives have died. Meng Ge was about to comfort Zhao Lei for a few words, and the fire over there beckoned them to go in for dinner.

This was the first meal they had since they arrived at the barracks, and they tasted the taste of the big pot of rice in the barracks for the first time. When Meng Ge swallowed the first bite of food, he couldn't help but sigh that salt in these years is really rare, and it can only be used to borrow a little taste.

There are also these sorghum rice, which are mixed with a lot of bran and cooked together.

Fortunately, these chaff are finely ground and do not affect the chewing head.

In the big pot of Chinese cabbage stewed with soybeans, you can't see any oil stars. Not to mention meat.

Meng Ge thought about the reckless jungle around the barracks, and the small hills that stretched to the north, and suddenly felt that these individuals were wasting resources.

After eating, Mongo and the others were arranged to wash the dishes and wash the bowls. After washing and checking the fire, Meng Ge asked, "Boss, can't we go into the forest to hunt some prey and add food?" ”

When Huotou heard this, he looked at Meng Ge in surprise for a while, and then said: "We are not hunters, and we can't catch anything with that effort, so don't delay your efforts." ”