Even while they were in a meeting, star fruit had something to do.

After a while, I had to take a bath, and I had to wait for my husband's wounded man to take a bath, and even worse, the clothes that the two of them had taken off, which were polluted by sweat, mud, and gunsmoke, had to be washed.

The girl felt that her bruises were all right, so she took the last bit of light from the well in the camp and washed her clothes. It just so happened that Natasha was going to do these things, and even her brother Kostya, both of whom came to the well with a wooden basin.

Two girls, one presses the well and the other is responsible for receiving water. Because of the carambola's injury, Natasha is more neat. They help each other, and even then they have to serve a lot of clothes, which is a bit difficult.

In the meantime, the meeting continued.

"When it comes to harvesting potatoes, we have to finish everything in front of us first, and then we need to mobilize our soldiers to dig the ground." Yevlov explained, "Today the fighters are too tired, tomorrow we will conduct another systematic count." ”

After the army returned, each unit had to count the personnel, who had died in battle and who had been wounded, and the troops had to recount and revise the roster. Yang Mingzhi remembered those wounded soldiers, their number was very large, and they should all be lying in the army's hospital now. Space was limited, and in order to facilitate care, the wounded soldiers had to lie neatly.

For this reason, he couldn't help asking: "The wounded people we brought back are basically injured in the limbs, and if they are injured in the torso, there is almost no chance of survival." Therefore, I also need to know that these wounded soldiers cannot participate in military operations for a long time, and even there are great obstacles in life, especially those who are injured in the legs, and some people will even become lame. ”

"This is indeed a problem, tomorrow's census, the future arrangements for the wounded are to be determined for the time being. Since we have accepted a lot of new fighters, let's insert them into the existing troops. Yevlov said.

"That's fine, the wounded soldiers will be reassigned when they are healthy. But you also have to understand one, some fighters may be left disabled, what should they do? ”

Yevlov hesitated, he could guess what Yang Mingzhi meant. At present, the life of the army is still very tense, the army does not support idlers, and even in the few villages that follow the troops, almost all of them are assigned tasks, the masses are put into production, and most of the output is supplied to the army.

"There was no waste in the Red Army, and the fighters who really couldn't get back on the battlefield went to do logistics. For example, go to the blacksmith village to make weapons, or work as an instructor for the militia. With that, Yevlov raised his head and looked at Yang Mingzhi. Berekov, you yourself are wounded, so you will be able to recuperate with peace of mind for some time to come. For the time being, we don't want to have military operations, it's time for the troops to recuperate. ”

Yang Mingzhi completely agreed that the army simply did not have the capital to use military force. The ammunition of this battle was lost very much, and the captured ones were all German-made. Therefore, the fighters also had to adapt to the weapons of the Germans, they needed to train.

This is the end of the meeting, Yang Mingzhi doesn't have to worry too much about official business, he just needs to recuperate from his injuries with peace of mind.

Looking at his left arm, which was wrapped in linen cloth and made into a dumpling, I don't know how the wound is now. Although there is still some pain, as long as you don't deliberately touch it, there is no problem. He was most worried about the deterioration of the wound, and he didn't know the situation of being wrapped in sackcloth this time. However, if it does have pus, the arm will be in severe pain, and obviously because of these bad feelings, the wound should be healing very well.

A simple dinner was served at the meeting place, with a thick vegetable soup in addition to bread and a canned meat for everyone.

I saw that the three of them opened the cans one by one and ate meat happily, so he didn't do anything here. Yang Mingzhi explained: "Canned meat is also rationed, and it is understandable that I am an officer who eats better." I think I'd better leave this for the better of my woman. ”

Yevlov laughed, "You're such a good man. But you do have to treat her well, and you can tell her when you go back, because Besica did very well in the battle, we don't have anything to reward, and tomorrow we will give her more things as rewards, such as canned meat and canned vegetables. ”

Yang Mingzhi nodded, eating well in extraordinary times is already very good. It's just that what is my wife doing now, has she started to boil water and take a bath? Suddenly, he suddenly remembered that his home was in the guard company, where there was a group of big men. The little girl still stared at her by herself, and it was better to solve the hygiene problem in the small house.

Of course, he also wanted to see his wife's delicate body, and when he thought of this, his heart couldn't help but beat faster.

Guided by the soldiers, he returned to his home with an oil lamp. It was a little wrong to think that the meeting had been going on until blackjack, and to come back so late. So what is star fruit doing with her?

When he was about to get home, Yang Mingzhi told the soldiers to go back. The man saluted the military salute a few times, handed the oil lamp to Yang Mingzhi and went back.

In this way, Yang Mingzhi slowly walked back with the light on, and it was very quiet all around, and he could even hear the noise of some snoring warriors while sleeping. As the footsteps deepened, a soft smile came into my ears.

Whose girl is smiling so brightly, not one, but two. Thinking about it just now, Yang Mingzhi immediately figured it out. "Little Peach, what the hell are you doing with Natasha!"

couldn't help but speed up his pace, and Yang Mingzhi returned to his home. Under the moonlight, I saw a few wooden poles standing in front of my house, and these drying racks were full of clothes.

"Well done, it's really hard for you, you have washed out so many clothes."

Yang Mingzhi smiled and walked a few steps forward, he noticed the wooden house next to him, where a dim light was shining, and the sound of joy came from there. Amid the laughter, you can hear the sound of the water rushing, and the girls are taking a bath.

Yang Mingzhi didn't bother them rashly, he stood next to his clothes, and leaned his nose over to smell it. "Well done, you did a good job with soap." There was no laundry detergent in this era, and Yang Mingzhi felt that his situation was not bad, at least with the seized German soap.

Soap is a good thing, in China's traditional detergent is soap horn, before the Anti-Japanese War, there are still some soap factories in China that can produce in small quantities, but unfortunately after the start of the war, the southeast of China fell, these factories have become the bag of devils.

It's just that in the Northeast, Yang Mingzhi is very sure that it is almost difficult to see soap for the girl star fruit. He knew that she liked this washing artifact very much. "This yellow thing can wash clothes, wash the body, and even wash the hair." Star fruit once said so, and she smiled slightly at it.

This girl must not know that there is such a thing as soap, mixed with some honey, or rose essential oil, and the soap can immediately become soap.

"Why don't you try it in the future, get some essential oils, and let the comrades in the blacksmith village or the black soil village study it? Also set up a small soap factory, and even make a little milk soap. ”

Just thinking so, there was another burst of laughter in the "bathhouse", and there was even the voice of a little boy, and there were three people taking a bath here. Obviously, Natasha's younger brother also came in by the way, and this seven-year-old little Shota may be very popular with the big sisters.

Yang Mingzhi shrugged his shoulders and slowly walked over to the light.