Chapter 3: Heaven and Earth (10b)

“.” A few sparks jumped out of the carbon basin and splashed on the back of Zhang Songling's hand, burning a burst of green smoke, but Zhang Songling seemed to be numb, and continued to look at the scarlet charcoal, stunned, for a long time, his eyelids did not blink a bit.

The grassland people have a weak sense of etiquette and religion, and as long as men and women are happy with each other, they can live together, but Fang Guoqiang, the political commissar of the guerrillas, did everything possible to send Zhao Tianlong to a distant place, as if as long as he and Si Qin met, the reputation of the guerrillas would be damaged.

The grassland people have a poor living environment and difficult heirs, so they don't take having children out of wedlock as seriously as the Central Plains, but they heard from Fang Guoqiang that Brother Long and Siqin had children, but as if the two had committed some heinous crime, they even ignored the fact that they had quietly knocked out the child.

The life span of the grassland people is short, forty years old is already the twilight of life, Brother Long is thirty-three years old this year, and his marriage report is still lying in the filing cabinet of the brigade headquarters, he and Fang Guoqiang didn't even fight for him to fight for his superiors, but rigidly adhered to many restrictions, as if those restrictions were untouchable.

In the past year or so, Brother Long's letter has been full of how the Blackstone guerrillas are thriving under the leadership of the political commissar Fang, telling the good brothers to study with peace of mind and seize the hard-won opportunity, but he did not mention a word about the difficulties encountered in his marriage with Si Qin, and after he came back, he started to be a "peacemaker" in a big way, and he went to clarify the misunderstanding to Si Qin for Fang Guoqiang as soon as possible, without considering that for more than a year, How difficult the life of Brother Long and Siqin was.

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"Zhang Songling, Zhang Songling, what are you doing, don't you go out to study for a year, and you read your brain stupidly," remembering the gratitude in Siqin's eyes when he heard that he finally had the opportunity to marry his sweetheart, Zhang Songling couldn't wait to raise his hand and slap himself a few times.

What qualifications do you have to accept the gratitude of others, if it weren't for the fact that it would not be difficult for you as a captain, and considering the internal unity of the guerrillas, the young couple would have lived behind closed doors a long time ago, so why would the wedding be delayed until now.

What qualifications do you have to clear up the misunderstanding for Fang Guoqiang, if he took into account the inner feelings of Si Qin and Zhao Tianlong when making those decisions, how could there be a misunderstanding between the two sides.

What qualifications do you have to be a bad person to live in the mud, if it weren't for Brother Long's patience with the other country, with his influence in the guerrillas, how could the latter have the opportunity to gain a firm foothold in the guerrillas, and let go without fetters, turning the guerrilla area into a base.

You judge a combat hero, it seems that you have given a great favor, is it that Brother Long's contributions to the guerrillas are all fabricated, or are his achievements exaggerated.

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was so remorseful that he was embarrassed, there was a smell of barbecue that had filled the entire felt bag, Wuyun snorted in surprise, and immediately found that his companion's state was not right, jumped up and slapped off the fire chopsticks in Zhang Songling's hand, "You drank and drank stupidly, your hands are almost burned, you don't know the pain, hurry up and find cold water to flush, otherwise, there will be a big scar on the back of your hand." ”

"Ahh Zhang Songling looked at the scorched spot on the back of his hand that was burned by Tan Xing'er, and woke up like a dream, "It's okay, anyway, the scar on my hand is more than this, just now, I fell asleep while sitting just now, and I didn't feel any pain at all." ”

"I think your kid is Sichun." Wu Yunqi shook his head, took a towel from the basin stand, moistened it in cold water, and slapped it the back of Zhang Songling's hand, "But it's no wonder, in my early twenties, when my blood was at its peak, I had two children at your age, and he ***, they all called Little Japan to make trouble, making it impossible for a whole generation to live a normal life." ”

"Nope." Zhang Songling shook his head curtly, wiped the back of his hand hard, the temperature on the grassland was extremely low in the second half of the night, and the cold water was wiped on the back of his hand, which stimulated people to become more and more sleepy, and his eyes lit up when he saw the dark clouds, and he thought that he had guessed the facts, smiled, and asked with concern as a passer: "How old is the woman, is it from our Eighth Route Army, if so, you have to hurry up and make a marriage report, these years, there are not many girls who are willing to come out to be Mulan, countless pairs of eyes are staring at it, once you miss this village, there will be no such shop." ”

"Not really." Zhang Songling was embarrassed and anxious, but he couldn't carefully explain to the other party why he was so distracted just now, "Besides, besides, I'm only twenty-one this year, and the distance is still early from the age specified in the conditions." ”

"You're talking about the 258th Regiment." Wuyunqi drank a little too much, so he only noticed the last sentence added, smiled, and reached out to press his shoulder, "When is the imperial calendar, it has been changed a long time ago, the last time I went to the military sub-district for a meeting, the political commissar Su also mentioned that the regulation is limited to the main force of the Eighth Route Army, the non-first-line units of the Shaanxi-Gansu Border Region and the Shanxi-Chahar-Hebei Military Sub-district, as well as guerrillas and guerrilla areas throughout the country, all of which are appropriately relaxed according to the specific local conditions." ”

"Ah, when did it happen,." Zhang Songling was taken aback, and felt more and more sorry for Zhao Tianlong in his heart, "Why didn't I know this news, no one ever told me." ”

"You don't know, strange." Wu Yunqi knocked on his own head, trying to recall, "It should have been more than a month ago, like this kind of non-important decisions that have nothing to do with the battle, usually not conveyed by telegram, I estimate that the relevant documents, these days should also be sent to your Blackstone guerrillas, after you go back, you can almost catch up, don't be embarrassed, I don't know how long this battle will last, don't hurry up and give birth to a few small guerrillas, who will carry our guns to fight devils in the future." ”

"I'll rush back early tomorrow morning." Zhang Songling couldn't care about explaining whether he was in Sichun anymore, wiped his face with a towel, and said loudly, "Brother Wu, the student babies will be handed over to you, and when I have a chance in the future, I will invite you to Heishi Village to drink." ”

"Drink the wine, I like it the most." Wuyun rubbed his head lovingly, and continued to laugh and quip, "I must go, when I send the students back, I will definitely go to your Blackstone guerrillas, and by the way, see what your younger siblings look like, they can make you so impatient." ”

Note 1: There must be some fictional elements in etiquette and folk customs, but in the early years, in the grassland area, the premarital cohabitation behavior was indeed more tolerant than that in the Central Plains, especially in some relatively isolated minority villages, and it was common to hold weddings with children.