"Hey, hey! You mean just make a pot of mutton soup! Just listen to you, I'm hungry! ”

Raslyujing teased for a while, and the participants were happy.

This suggestion made by star fruit coincides with the decision to enhance the nutrition of the sick number discussed by everyone, not to mention that she claims that the Chinese have used this method to treat colds and fevers for thousands of years, and since it is empirically effective, there is a reason to try.

Everyone looked at the star fruit as if they were looking at the commander of the group army. Perhaps it was Berekov himself who was here, and he might have made the same suggestion as his wife.

In the end, Raslyutin clapped the board: "That's it, I'll go and apply." Use the radish stock, slaughter the sheep and make soup. Other comrades should also pay special attention to the observation that in principle, we no longer provide sulfonamide antibiotics, but if the sick number has a severe high fever, we must use the medicine. That's it, adjournment! ”

The hospital could have made a more sumptuous meal. At present, there is a general shortage of supplies, and most of the residents can only eat potatoes to survive, and it is precisely because the potatoes are temporarily eaten that they are fortunate to eat bread, but this ration is still too small.

When you are sick, you can drink milk and eggs, and fish and meat are available every day.

The cause of illness is nothing more than weakness, and after a period of intensive nutrition, the body can naturally recover.

Raslyujing was impressed by Besica, who was her own student and had a special "Oriental wisdom" in her head, just like her husband. When it comes to the local rule of cold, Raslyujing is also experienced, for example, letting the sick eat onions raw, the method is really effective.

It's just that he never realized that lamb and radish stewed together in soup can also cure colds! Or does the girl just want a good meal?

"It's good! I didn't eat mutton for a while, but this time I also enjoyed the happiness with the sick and wounded. ”

Basically, good supplies are given priority to the soldiers, and the best ones are rationed to the officers. In this military operation, the food of the troops on the expedition was excessively superior, and because of this, they were able to march and fight for 200 kilometers continuously.

Raslyutin looks at these issues only from a medical point of view, so that the soldiers can eat well and their bodies can bear the drastic consumption, but there is still so much food supply to consume in Novgomel? When the battle is over, the troops will have an additional five or six thousand combat troops, and a larger population means higher food consumption.

The rationing problem is the business of the logistics department, which is only responsible for saving lives and helping the wounded.

In accordance with the plan decided at the meeting, Raslyutin quickly adjusted the means of information. He personally approached the village chief, Pobosky, but the slaughter of sheep was not a trivial matter, and the matter had to be consulted.

The telegram reached Lyudbalev, who was preparing for the meeting, and was so busy that he simply replied impatiently: "Whatever the means, the wounded must be recovered in a short time." ”

With such approval, no one hesitates anymore.

In Catfish Village alone, they slaughtered two sheep, separated the mutton and put it directly into a cauldron to boil. The adjuncts are stock pickled radishes and pickled cucumbers.

The largest cafeteria in Catfish Village was filled with the smell of broth, and the soldiers who dined understood that these were for the sick.

Only those who are sick or have a life on the battlefield can enjoy this. No one jokes about their lives for a delicious meal, and everyone goes home in a huff to blame the lucky and unfortunate ones.

On the evening of May 5, a chef wearing a white apron pushed five large wooden barrels full of mutton soup to the entrance of the hospital.

Star fruit didn't know if the mutton could be cooked at this time, and she hadn't eaten fresh meat for a while, so she had to work hard to suppress her desires with willpower.

Now she not only has to take care of herself, but also the child in her womb, as well as the little sister who is lying in a special ward.

Due to limited conditions, each wounded and sick person could only drink one bowl of mutton soup. Hearing this arrangement, star fruit felt a little depressed at first, until she lined up with her lunch box and really saw those cauldrons clearly, and she was instantly satisfied.

Most of the sick were weak and weak, and they could at least walk down the ground to serve food. Wounded people with bandages, or patients with fevers, have to rely on nurses for help.

"Esika, I'll leave it to you, and you take care of me Peria! Be sure to let her finish the soup! Natasha urged with a wave of her right hand.

"Okay! I think Peria will eat it in the shortest amount of time. ”

Squeezing her eyes at her sisters, star fruit entered the room with two lunch boxes, two pieces of black bread, and a small piece of fresh onion in her pocket.

After the core of the army was moved to Blacksmith Village, the hospital in Catfish Village became a little deserted, and the building was renovated a little over the past few months, and all the wards were renovated.

At this moment, Liu Hongxiu's mental state is still not good, her low-grade fever is intermittent, her cough is gone, and there is a lot of thick nasal discharge. The strong smell of food in the air rushed through the crack in the door into the ward, and immediately picked up the sleeping girl.

The sun had just set, and the afterglow could last for a while.

In order to save kerosene, star fruit did not immediately light the fuel lamp.

At this moment, the wooden window is being held up by a wooden stick, the temperature is not high, Liu Hongxiu is wrapped in a blanket all over her body, and she greets her sister with a smile.

Her face was still a little haggard, which made star fruit very worried.

"Come on! Sister, it's time to eat. Look at what Sister brought you, it's mutton soup! ”

"Yes, I smell sheep's flesh! It's delicious. ”

Carambola has an indescribable affection for this girl, as if they are sisters, and they have the obligation to take good care of her.

Carambola put her lunch box on this table for the time being, and ordered Liu Hongxiu to continue to wrap the blanket tightly, just like a mother feeding her daughter, spoonful by spoonful, to deliver the thick food in the lunch box to her mouth.

The German lunch box was curved and oval, and the Soviets did look like a keg. Star fruit is holding a bucket lunch box, and the so-called mutton soup inside is very viscous, and the so-called soup is completely minced meat.

Feeding Liu Hongxiu, the star fruit couldn't help but take a bite, which made the two laugh.

At this moment, Liu Hongxiu is eating in her mouth, warm in her heart, and tears can't help but flow out.

"Sister...... You can eat it too! I can't eat too much! ”

"What a stupid thing! You must finish this one, and you can eat as much as you can on my portion. ”

"But...... I ......"

Tears welled up and even dripped on the blanket.

"Hey, hey? This touches you? Star fruit smiled with relief, and the spoon and a lump of mutton in her hand still stuffed into her mouth without hesitation. Younger sister! Remember, I'm your sister here. As a sister, I only have one request, you must recover from your illness quickly. After that, the chief will arrange your duties, after all, there are no idlers here. I don't know if you're afraid of war, but you have to dedicate your abilities to this huge base. ”

"Hmm!" Liu Hongxiu wiped her tears, "I remember that my uncle was planning for me to learn how to use the radio. Then I should take care of my illness! ”

"That's right! Be strong and heal from your illness. As he spoke, the star fruit took out the half-cut onion from his coat pocket, "You eat this, and then eat up this mutton soup, and as for my share, you must at least eat all the radishes in it!" ”