When the millet harvest was completed, Han Feng won the game unexpectedly.

Chen Baoliang lost, but he lost convincingly, the straw he harvested, not to mention the length of the uneven, but the pile was half a person high.

On the other hand, looking at Han Feng's achievements, the roots of the grain straw were cut neatly, and they were piled up one person high.

The verdict was made, Chen Baoliang said with a bitter face: "Old Han, you won", said, reluctantly took off the parka pen pinned to his pocket, and handed it to Han Feng, but he was a little hesitant and retreated, he stroked his pen back and forth, as if he was touching his own woman, and Han Feng almost got goosebumps when he saw it.

snatched the Parker pen over, Han Feng said disdainfully: "I said Lao Chen, are you there?" Isn't it just a fountain pen, and it's not like you're asking you to give my wife to me. ”

Chen Baoliang said distressedly: "You light, let's say okay, I can only lend it to you for a month." ”

"Got it."

"What, Lao Han, my fountain pen nib spits water relatively finely, when you use it, it is best to write in the direction, don't make too much force, otherwise once the nib is worn out, this font can not be written well, and ah, when the cap of the pen is lighter, otherwise the force is too great, and the nib is easy to break.

There is still a large half tube of ink in the pen, which should be enough for you to use for a while, and you don't usually write much, when you need it again, just go to me and suck another tube, a month is enough for you.

Also, every time I run out of this pen, I must wipe off the ink that seeps out, and ah......"

Han Feng: ......

He simply threw the parka pen that had just been in his pocket for a few seconds towards Chen Baoliang, so frightened that Chen Baoliang hurriedly caught his pen.

"Yes, I really think of your own broken pen as a little daughter-in-law, I don't need it, it's all right?"

Chen Baoliang smiled: "I am grateful. ”

"Don't be happy too early, we're willing to gamble and lose, it's okay if you don't let me use your pen, then we have to replace it with other conditions."

"Old Han, you say, as long as you don't move my pen, whatever you say is up to you."

Han Feng couldn't cry or laugh, "Okay, you can have a good drink with me and it's over." ”

Chen Baoliang said suspiciously: "Old Han, are you going to get me drunk again?" ”

"How can it, it's just one less drinking friend, otherwise who would want to invite you? Lao Tzu's own wine is not enough to drink! Look at how big your face is Lao Chen, if you lose the bet, I have to invite you to drink, this bet, I have a big loss. ”

……

The labor lasted from early morning to evening, and the soldiers were in full swing, and who would not want to go to lunch, so the harvest was delayed, and the final place could not be obtained.

After all, the regiment commander said it clearly, only the top three platoons are eligible to eat meat.

In these years, you may not be able to taste a little meat for three or five months, and if you have the opportunity to eat meat, no one will give up easily.

In the end, some of the soldiers of the platoon were almost red-eyed when they harvested the grain straw, all the ripe grain straw in the field had been harvested, and the villagers had all helped in their fields, so they simply took their sickles and threw themselves at the immature sorghum fields.

This frightened Shi Wencai, the commander of the first battalion of the command team, and caught a few rabbit cubs and scolded them.

The sorghum is harvested a little later than the millet, because the planting time is also behind the millet, and it is not yet fully ripe!

If it is cut down at this time, will it not be a waste of the crop?

A few red-eyed warriors who could even harvest were scolded and drooped their heads, making everyone laugh together.

Chen Baoliang sighed, no wonder it is called the Crazy Three Regiments, even cutting grain is like a war, if this is really a war, it will be worth it.

The smoke of the cooking stove belonging to the dinner floated up from the chimneys of the three villages, and after it slowly landed, as the aroma overflowed, the dinner made by the cooking class that Han Feng specially explained to reward the soldiers for their work began.

The top three platoons in the harvesting competition, as if they had won a big battle, stood up one by one with their heads held high and accepted the reward of victory: in addition to the two big steamed buns, there were also a few thin slices of meat on the top of the bowl of vegetables.

Although this meat is a little thinner, but the wolf has more meat and less meat, it is easy to understand, but why is it dry?

A platoon commander screamed, "Old squad leader, it's also a big fat meat, why don't you even see a little fat?" ”

The soldiers who ate the meat laughed, "That's it, we won the battle, we ranked first in cutting grain, and we thought it was a big fat meat that flowed oil, old squad leader, could it be that you refined all the fat?" What's the deal? ”

A company commander who didn't eat meat scolded: "Hammerhead, if you kid don't want to eat and feel tired, then it's just filial piety to Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu can't even see the slightest bit of meat in this bowl!" ”

"That's it, don't you see that the head of the regiment and the political commissar don't have any meat in their bowls?"

The soldiers were stunned, and the soldiers, who originally thought that the meat was shriveled and had no oil, were not picky now, and hurriedly hugged their bowls tightly, as if they were afraid that others would snatch them, and this scene made the soldiers laugh again.

Han Feng said loudly: "Brothers, if you persist in persevering, the hard days are over, after this harvest, our life will always be better, the hunting team specially formed by our regiment has been wandering around the mountains for several days, and there are dozens of big and small traps alone."

Don't worry, meat, you won't be able to eat it in a few days. ”

Whew—

"Report to the head of the group, the villagers are here."

Han Feng was puzzled, "What are the villagers doing?" ”

"The villagers came with several cauldrons, and there seemed to be meat in the pot, and the villagers said that our new third regiment had helped the villagers too much, and the villagers had nothing else to say, so they could only invite us to eat meat."

The eyes of the soldiers around them, who were still pulling the food in the bowl in silence, lit up one by one, and even the movements of their hands stopped.

Han Feng looked around and scolded with a smile: "You bunch of rabbit cubs, look at your unproductive appearance, isn't it just a meal of meat?" Look at you who are greedy, tell you, let's help the villagers and protect the village, this is our obligation as soldiers, don't think about eating a meal of meat from the villagers, after a while, the villagers will come, they will hold back their saliva to Lao Tzu, don't embarrass Lao Tzu. ”

Hahahaha –

In the midst of laughter, the head of Taiyue Village took the lead and arrived with dozens of villagers, and sure enough, as the signal soldier said, he carried four or five cauldrons, and the pots seemed to be boiling with meat, and the smell of meat wafting out through the lid of the pot had made the throats of the soldiers constantly rattle.

"This group of unproductive people." Han Feng scolded, and then, coo-dong-

Xu Zilin: ......

Chen Baoliang: ......

Ahem, cough, Han Feng stood up without changing his face, and said to the village chief: "Old village chief, what are you doing here?" ”

The old village chief said: "Commander Han, since you came to our village, your Eighth Route Army has helped us too much, and we are not the white-eyed wolves who don't want to repay our kindness."

Besides, according to the rules of our village, whoever comes to help us during the harvest is to entertain, so we old fellows get together and cook you a meal of meat. ”

Han Feng said: "Old village chief, thank you for your kindness, our Eighth Route Army has it, but this meat, let's take it back, and the villagers can eat it themselves!"

Our Eighth Route Army is the people's soldiers, these things are what we should do, besides, you see, we have made dinner and there is meat in the bowl! It's not bad for this mouthful, but the villagers, they all blame our Eighth Route Army for coming too late, letting the devil bandits persecute the villagers, this meat, we absolutely can't accept it. ”

"God has eyes, what kind of team is your Eighth Route Army, we, the little people, all see it in our eyes and remember it in our hearts.

The devils and bandits hurt us, and the white dogs don't stop, how can you blame the Eighth Route Army?

Without your Eighth Route Army, we, the common people, would not even be able to see the last bit of hope.

You said that your new third regiment came here to protect our village and distribute food to us, and even the meat in this pot was given to us by the soldiers of your regiment for hunting.

Captain Han, our hearts are also long, if you don't accept these pots of meat, we will be uneasy and we won't even be able to sleep! ”

Han Feng was helpless, and the group of boys around him were all nervous, and their eyes were green.

"Old village chief, look at these soldiers I brought out, how useless they are, staring at the meat in the pot one by one, they are almost inseparable.

Okay, since the old village chief is gracious, then we will accept these pots of meat. ”

When the old village chief and his entourage heard this, their faces suddenly became happy.

Han Feng was stunned, "But ...... Although we accepted this meat, the money still has to be given, and we don't take a stitch from the masses, this is the discipline of our Eighth Route Army, old village chief, if you don't want us to violate discipline, you can't refuse it! ”

The old village chief nodded with emotion.

Han Feng said again: "On the day of the big harvest, everyone's mood is happy, old village chief, in this way, while our cooking class has made a lot of steamed buns, you have brought these big pots of meat, let's call the villagers over, let's have a night to celebrate the harvest together, what's the matter?" ”

"Good!" The old village chief responded, since Taiyue Village is withering, it has not been so lively for a long time.

So a dinner party after a bumper harvest was opened in Taiyue Village, where the military and the people were integrated.

When the moon rises in the sky, the moon is bright and the stars are scarce, illuminating this land as much as day, everything is as beautiful as a quiet night, and the simple and kind people who live in this world secretly pray, hoping that there will never be a cruel tomorrow......

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