opened the package, looked at the wool that Li Ziyun harvested in Yan'an with large-scale production, and begged someone to spin it into a thread and knit it for himself, Li Ziyuan's heart was full of warmth. Although Li Ziyun, who is not good at housework, has a very lame weaving technique, and it is not an ordinary lame.

This coarse sweater that embodies Li Ziyun's love is not the same length at the front and back, the two sleeves are also one long and the other short, and the neckline is so loose that it can be put on half a shoulder in addition to the head. The cuff of the left hand requires a little effort to put the hand out. When you want to wear it, you have to look carefully to tell that the front side is the front.

From this extremely lame sweater, Li Ziyuan still felt this sister's feelings for him. You must know that she is not interested in any housework except eating, and she can even say that her ten fingers do not touch the spring water. I don't know how much effort it takes to knit such a sweater.

Especially when Li Ziyun is still pregnant, knitting this sweater is even more laborious. Li Ziyuan can imagine that Li Ziyun has a big belly, collecting wool and spinning people into threads, and knitting sweaters for himself under the faint oil lamp at night. Thinking of this, Li Ziyuan didn't care if this crappy sweater fit or not, and put this sweater on his body.

Although after wearing this sweater, the oversized collar slipped directly to the side, exposing half of the shoulder. The sleeves were short, and I could barely stretch my hand out. But Li Ziyuan is still warm-hearted, and he feels that he still has a family that loves him in this era.

It's just that Li Ziyuan must know that this style is lame, and the weaver is even more lame sweater. It was woven by Li Ziyun for her husband, and there was really no way for Wang Cheng to wear it. It happened that Wang Cheng told her that someone went to Taihang Mountain from Yan'an and asked her if she had anything to bring for Li Ziyuan.

As a result, he was reluctant to wear it for his husband, and he was afraid that under the difficult conditions in Yan'an, he would waste so much wool and weave a sweater that he couldn't wear. Li Ziyun, who would be criticized as a waste, sent this sweater to Li Ziyuan. What he would think in his heart, no one would know.

This sweater that can't even be separated from the front and back, as well as the previous incident of Li Ziyun's own hand, the left and right feet are not ordinary cloth shoes. also let Wang Cheng know that his wife is indeed not the one who can do housework. In addition to her good cooking skills, she can't be counted on at all. In short, let Miss Li do needlework, or forget it.

In fact, after Li Ziyun got married, she really decided to be a good wife and mother. After arriving in Yan'an, I saw many married lesbians around me, making shoes or knitting sweaters for their husbands. Now Yan'an is in a famous period of large-scale production. They use the proceeds of their labor to make shoes or knit sweaters for their husbands in their spare time.

Think about how you have not made a pair of shoes for your husband since she got married. The shoes worn by Wang Cheng are still cloth shoes made by fellow villagers and issued by the army. Thinking that her husband was actually wearing shoes made by other women, Li Ziyun, who felt a little uncomfortable, was also infected by this trend.

I decided to make a pair of shoes for my husband and knit a sweater as well. Especially now that two people can only be together on weekends, so that her husband can think of him at any time. It's just that her hands can use the scalpel flexibly and can make a delicious meal. But there is really no talent for needlework.

A pair of shoes are made in one direction, not to mention, the size is not the same. A sweater, knitted to the extreme. At the beginning, Wang Cheng, who was a little worried about his wife's health, was a little distressed, but he didn't stop it. But when the finished product came out, Wang Cheng could only shake his head when he looked at his wife's craftsmanship.

It's just that I don't wear it, it's a pity for Li Ziyun's mind. And in Yan'an, where supplies are tight, it will also make people think that it is a bit wasteful. But whether it is the pair of shoes made by Li Ziyun or the sweater knitted, there is no way to wear them at all. He is also a brigade-level cadre at the moment, wouldn't he be laughed at if he wore it out?

As a result, after several entanglements, Li Ziyun, who still didn't want her husband to be embarrassed, made up her mind. The shoes were eventually ruined into insoles, and the crappy sweater of the warm brand was sent to Taihang Mountain from Yan'an, thousands of miles away, as a gift, and finally worn on Li Ziyuan's body.

Of course, Wang Cheng, as a brother-in-law and old chief, would never cheat his old subordinate and brother-in-law like this. The idea came from Li Ziyun, the mind that can do anything fun. Wang Cheng was also very helpless about his wife's old subordinates and brother-in-law who cheated him so much. But Wang Cheng has no choice, if Li Ziyuan doesn't wear it, then he can only wear it.

Under the spirit of the immortal poor friend and the distressed wife, Wang Cheng finally chose to compromise. This incident has become a secret between the couple who will not tell it to the outside world. Poor Li Ziyuan, in front of his sister, really feels sorry for his younger brother.

I know that the Eighth Route Army is very poor and can't afford to get a sweater or a fleece jacket. Every year, I took off my cotton clothes and changed my clothes directly, so I knitted this sweater for my brother despite being pregnant. If he knew the truth, only God knows whether Li Ziyuan would feel crying for his unobtrusive sister.

When the nurse and Da Li, who were in charge of taking care of Li Ziyuan, came to the ward where Li Ziyuan was, they were ready to help him go out to exercise. When they saw the crappy sweater on Li Ziyuan's body, although the two of them tried their best to control themselves, they couldn't help but laugh in the end.

Just looking at Li Ziyuan's somewhat uncertain face, the two of them quickly put back their smiles. Li Ziyuan, who didn't know that he had been cheated by his old sister again, didn't like others to laugh at this warm brand sweater. Even if it's lame, it's all knitted by her sister for herself.

Although they are usually a little arrogant, they are like brothers with Da Li, and they treat soldiers as close as flesh and blood. But in the matter of treating his only relative, Li Ziyuan did not allow anyone to laugh at him. This weaver's extremely crappy sweater, Li Ziyuan kept it until decades later.

Even if it is riddled with holes by insects, it is regarded as a treasure and refuses to be discarded. In the end, Li Ziyun and Wang Cheng, a pair of obviously out of tune, were a little embarrassed to uncover this joke. Li Ziyun, who made such a joke at the beginning, didn't expect Li Ziyuan to attach so much importance to the sweater he gave him.

Of course, that's all for later. For Li Ziyuan at the moment, this warm brand sweater makes him love it very much. However, He Sanliang was discharged from the hospital, which made Li Ziyuan's days in the hospital even more difficult. In addition to reading the military books sent by the division commander, he almost broke his fingers every day, calculating day by day when he would be able to be discharged from the hospital.

Fortunately, after all, he is young, and although he has a certain disability, after all, the foundation of his body is there. After nearly two months of hospitalization, Li Ziyuan, who was living like a year, finally survived until the day he was discharged. For Li Ziyuan, who was used to being at ease in the army, during the period of hospitalization, he was suffocated.

After the dean signed and agreed to let go, Li Ziyuan ran faster than a rabbit with the backpack that had been made up a long time ago. It was as if a pack of hungry wolves were running behind him, so fast that the medical staff who had been nursing him during this time didn't even have time to say goodbye.

After leaving the hospital, Li Ziyuan felt it for the first time. The air without the smell of disinfectant water is so fresh, and it is the first time that I feel that the surrounding mountains are so lovely. It's just that after leaving the hospital, Li Ziyuan rode on a horse, but he was in no hurry to return to the station. On the contrary, he took Da Li on the horse, and hurried back unhurriedly along the way.

His oceanic horse, which was captured in Changzhi City, was captured by the Japanese army when his headquarters was attacked on the first day of the Lunar New Year. The war horse he is riding now is a maroon Mongolian horse given to him by the divisional commander. As soon as he saw this horse, Li Ziyuan fell in love with this trained and quite spiritual war horse.

Equipping regimental-level cadres with horses is the only special treatment given to these middle-level commanders by the troops. The regimental-level cadres of other units have long been equipped with horses, but Li Ziyuan has always refused to ask for them. This time, the division commander gave him this horse, Li Ziyuan really liked it and accepted it.

In the end, it is a well-trained war horse, although the narrow mountain road is very rugged, but this horse walks quite steadily, which makes Li Ziyuan who is riding on the horse very comfortable. This horse walked much more smoothly than the one he borrowed when he returned from studying at the party school and returned to the station.

Li Ziyuan, who was riding on a horse, touched the neck of the war horse under him, and after getting a snort response from the war horse, he thought about it and turned his head to Da Li and said, "Da Li, do you think it's better for us to form a cavalry communication squad, or use the captured bicycles to form a communication squad?" ”

Regarding Li Ziyuan's inquiry, he also rode a black Mongolian horse, and all of them were black and shiny, so that Da Li smiled honestly: "Commander, I can't say anything about this." War horses and bicycles have their own benefits. War horses are all good, but it's a little too expensive. ”

"I heard that the cost of feeding a horse is enough to feed five infantrymen. Regiment Commander, this war horse can't just eat grass to run and grow fat. The better the horse, the more it needs good feed to feed it. If we set up a communications squad with all cavalry, I am afraid that our regiment will not be able to support it for long. ”

"A bicycle is not bad, but it is physically demanding. In this mountainous area, it is also more flexible than cavalry. But the problem is that we're in the mountains, and riding this thing uphill is really a physical job. It's up to you to decide, whether it's a bicycle or a war horse, we still have to find a way to do it. ”

After Da Li's words, Li Ziyuan pondered for a while and nodded, without continuing to say anything on this matter. However, Da Li had a somewhat leisurely attitude towards Li Ziyuan, but he said with some incomprehension: "Regiment commander, should we speed up a little faster and strive to rush to the troop station today?" ”

"Weren't you in a hurry when you were in the hospital? Today's discharge, why is it so slow? At your rate, we won't be able to get back to the army at night. Let's not hurry up, horse, I still know something. Especially war horses, they are not afraid to run, and the more they run, the better. ”

Watching Da Li slowly catch up with him, he had a somewhat anxious expression. Li Ziyuan smiled and waved his hand: "My injury is good, I ran too fast, so you don't have to worry about me falling apart." Don't worry, you see how good the scenery is on the way, the flowers are blooming all over the mountain. Looking at the scenery along the way, my mood is much better. ”