"I heard that locusts can be eaten before, and I thought it was just that people were so poor that they had no choice but to do it, but now it seems that this is not the case, because I have been eating locusts since I came to the Eighth Route Army.

If Lieutenant Colonel Li hadn't told me today, I wouldn't have known that those nests were made of locust powder.

Oh my God, even if there is no food, the Eighth Route Army has to fight the Japanese invaders to the end by eating locusts, what kind of spirit is this?

For the time being, I only have some indescribable feelings, so I'll write here today, and I'll go and see what the locust powder looks like later, and I'll continue tomorrow. ”

Mo Xinran closed her notebook, she has recorded a lot of things these days, and she should be able to send them out on the radio soon, and the Shanghai M newspaper should also be able to spread the spirit of the Anti-Japanese War at that time.

There were two rats that were strangled to death in the warehouse, but fortunately they were discovered by Xiao Wen as soon as possible, looking at the two rats with white eyes, Li Feng felt that he had to kill these rats recently, otherwise it would not be good for a mouse as big as a dog to appear!

Mo Xinran was still a little afraid of mice, although the old lady was bold and nervous, but her legs still couldn't stop trembling.

"Clean up this place, you can't waste this food."

It really can't be wasted, the Fourth Regiment has been in special hardship recently, and the soldiers only eat one meal a day, so that the Fourth Regiment Commander asked Brigade Commander Da Chen to send a telegram over, and he cried poor all day long, but he didn't say anything about asking for help.

It just so happens that these grains are still good, so they are cheaper......

Mo Xinran looked at the clumps of yellow grain powder on the ground, and couldn't help pinching some of them, the powder was quite delicate, and it was okay to ask, but they were piled up in the granary, and the refugees would suffer from snakes, insects, rats and ants.

"Why don't you put it in sacks? Wouldn't this be a better way to prevent the breeding of rats? ”

Mo Xinran's words made Li Feng smile bitterly, sure enough, she still hadn't seen a real poor person.

The grain was piled up in a fence made of walls, with some passages in the middle and a door-like hole in the top, so that people could easily get into it.

As for putting it in a sack...... There must be so many sacks in the first place!

Seeing that Li Feng didn't speak, Mo Xinran looked at Xiao Wen, who saw the question in her eyes, and slowly explained:

"It's not that we don't want to use sacks, it's that we don't have that many sacks, and that's how farmers in the neighborhood pile up grain."

"Why aren't there sacks?"

Mo Xinran's question was a bit strange, Li Feng looked at her with a little wrong eyes, but thinking that this girl was from a big city, and it was estimated that she hadn't suffered much, she was relieved, so she took her out, and said as she walked:

"I don't know if you've ever seen a sack, the sack is very thick, and under normal circumstances, our sack needs to be used as a sandbag position.

Of course, the sack also has a role, that is, to keep out the cold, you can wear it, this winter is so cold, the people may not have enough cold materials! ”

"Ah~"

Mo Xinran covered her mouth, although her brain circuit was not simple, she had never associated clothes with sacks.

Yes, some people are about to freeze to death, no matter if it is a sack or not, dismantle a set of it, it is a good thing to keep out the cold, maybe even the water candles collected in autumn forget to fill the sack with the cold!

Thinking of this, Mo Xinran took out his notebook again and quickly wrote on it:

"Today I am really ashamed, I thought that the sack was only used to hold things, but I did not expect that it could be used as clothes, it was I who underestimated the poverty of the Chinese peasants, and also underestimated the determination of the Eighth Route Army, I heard him say that many people in the Eighth Route Army were fighting the enemy in the snow with sacks wrapped in their feet in winter.

Oh my God, I was like, why don't you wear shoes?

But he looked at me deeply and said something meaningful: First of all, you must have shoes!

yes, as the old saying goes, why not eat minced meat? First of all, you have to have meat!

I am very ashamed of my words, and at the same time I am proud of these warriors, because they are really the backbone of the nation, even in this situation, they did not give up fighting against the Japanese invaders, they are really strong enough! ”

Closing the notebook and looking at Li Feng's distant back, Mo Xinran trotted to follow, he wanted to borrow Li Feng's radio station to use it and send her manuscript to the editorial department!

The little fat man agreed, because his superiors had already said that as long as the reporter's request was not too excessive, he could agree to it, anyway, it was sent in clear code, and it did not include confidential information, what did it matter!

As for the devil trying to spy on...... Then let him listen, the last time I heard that Li Feng was seriously injured by a fierce beast and suffered heavy losses, next time it may be misinterpreted as Li Feng was struck by lightning, and then it will be said that justice will fall from heaven......

Li Qingzhi is not a thing, this is the first sentence of the little fat man after seeing the materials sent by the government, and the major's face turned green when he heard it, no wonder the head was reluctant to come, and he knew that this fat man would scold him!

But this can't be blamed on Li Feng, he said that he would form a squadron of artillery, but a squadron must have eight guns (caused by the big heart of a dead fat man), but this time only four infantry guns were sent, which still looks a little old, and I don't know if I can make it!

As for the official rifles in the eight hundred, only four hundred were sent, and the rest were made in Hanyang, fortunately, these people want face, and the four hundred Hanyang are all new, otherwise Li Feng will really scold his mother.

But Li Feng didn't understand why Xi'an sent so many useless things.

The little fat man walked to the side of the truck and took a closer look, and found that there was really everything inside, broken guns, artillery, and even bones......

Holding a piece of hand bone, Li Feng put it down again, maybe these people are heroes who were killed by shells on the battlefield, but they can't be blasphemed!

"Brother, you treat me as a rag, and you are embarrassed to send these rags to me?"

Holding the collar of this major, Li Feng asked very unhappily, the second fat screamed and cheered, Xiao Jin licked his lips, as if he wanted to bite!

The major's face was pale, and he couldn't stop trembling, who are these people, he is just a coolie delivering things, and he doesn't know the specific problem!

"I don't know, you can ask us to go up to the peak!"

"Okay, ask you to go to the peak, leave these two jeeps, and return them to you next time I go to Xi'an, now you can get out!"

"This ......"

The lieutenant colonel was full of bitterness, two jeeps were also quite valuable, everyone knew that Li Feng was a Pixiu, a guy who only got in and couldn't leave, and it wasn't a dream to expect him to be there! Maybe they were given two carts, but whether they were carriages or carts was another matter!

"It can't be like this!"

"That's it!" The little fat man replied seriously.