The aunt pinched the money in her pocket, thought for a while, and took out only two, and carefully hid the rest in a hole in the wall.

Stuffing the original half-rotten bricks, she looked at it carefully, and felt that there was nothing unusual, so she picked up a pocket and hurried out to buy food.

Fifty or sixty yuan, if it weren't for the medicine for Sun Hongshan to cure his illness, just eating sorghum and corn would be enough for the family to live for five or six months, or even longer.

But now she has to count the flowers, and the aunt still decides to go out often to ask for food, and if she stumbles over some work in Erdan, she can almost survive three or four months.

As for the future plans, the aunt already has it.

When Sun Hongshan was so good, he bought some beans and ground tofu to sell. I don't care how much money I can sell, and then I exchange the tofu for beans, and I can continue to sustain myself if I can get some tofu residue at home to eat.

When the grain was bought, the aunt boiled sorghum porridge, pasted cakes next to the pot, and cut some pickles, which was a rare and good meal.

I felt sorry for Da Mei, no matter how much she saved the money she brought back, she couldn't let Erdan be too harsh.

It was dark, and Sun Hongshan walked back slowly on crutches, which was sent by Lao Zhou. When he arrived at the door, Lao Zhou said that he would not go in to eat, and turned around and left.

The aunt hurriedly helped the man into the house and set up a small kang table. Erdan also entered the house after a while, put the food on the table, and the family began to eat.

Erdan and his aunt learned again about selling charcoal and Damei to supplement their families today.

Sun Hongshan frowned and didn't say a word, and it took a long time before he sighed and said, "Where did Da Mei get so much money?" This heart is not at the bottom, can the money be spent indiscriminately? ”

The aunt was stunned, stopped her chopsticks, and said hesitantly: "Da Mei is a good boy, don't think nonsense." If you're really worried, let Erdan listen to it next time. That Yanamura Zhao, Zhao-"

"Zhao Laohan's family." Erdan said: "That Aunt Zhao is very good, she can't stop praising my sister!" ”

Sun Hongshan's face was a little pale, he ate silently, and when the meal was finished, he sat on the edge of the kang and smoked his cigarette pouch, as if he was thinking about something.

After washing the dishes and chopsticks, the aunt entered the house with a bowl of steaming boiled water, handed it to the man, and took out two shovels of prosperous red charcoal from the stove and added them to the brazier.

Sun Hongshan knocked on the cigarette pouch and said slowly: "Don't spend the money that Damei brought back, this disease of mine, just take care of it slowly, and you don't need to grab medicine anymore." ”

The aunt looked at the man's face and said euphemistically: "The flowers that should be spent, and the flowers that shouldn't be spent, don't move, you don't have to worry too much." ”

Sun Hongshan paused, lowered his voice a little, and said: "I heard that Dongshan has the Eighth Route Army living in it, and it is the world of the poor who treat people with kindness. I'm planning to save up some money and move it over there step by step! ”

The aunt was silent for a moment, and then said, "I also heard some words like this when I was begging for food in the other village, but I can't be sure what I heard in the end. ”

"You have to get out of here anyway!" Sun Hongshan said quite resolutely.

The aunt secretly complained to herself, thought about it, and said: "There are turrets and sentry posts on the main roads and roads to Dongshan, and they are not allowed to dig vegetables or chop wood, how can they go over?" ”

Sun Hongshan frowned, pondered for a long time, and said uncertainly: "There is always a way, right?" ”

"Then let's find a way to go after winter!" When the aunt heard that her husband was no longer so resolute, she delayed, "You can still pick charcoal to make a stove here." ”

Sun Hongshan thought for a while and nodded, "Then let's talk about it after the New Year, let's see if we can see Damei during this time, it's best to let her come to her house and discuss it." ”

"yes, we can't leave her alone." The aunt followed the words, but her heart was a little more settled.

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The oldest miner in the kiln village has been forgotten by the people, and the people in the village call him the old kiln head.

This lonely old man is very old, he knows all the old things in the mine and the village, and he can also talk about the past and the present, "Three Kingdoms", "Water Margin", "Yue Fei Biography", tell it vividly, often attracting a room of people.

But the old kiln head lived in this small basement house really did not dare to compliment, most of the section was buried in the ground, the small half was exposed on it, and a layer of rice was raised on the top, and a thick layer of soil was cultivated, like a cellar.

Tonight, there were a few more people sitting in the old kiln head's small basement house, but he was not telling a story, but discussing things.

"The road into Shiwolf Valley has been explored, it is very secretive, and it can bypass the devil's turret, but the road is not very easy to walk." Lao Zhou said slowly: "We have calculated before that we will transport the copper moraine into the mountains to burn sulfur in winter, and I think we can start to dry it now." ”

"Yes, the north wind blows a lot, and the smell of burning sulfur is not easy to smell." The old kiln leader agreed.

"It takes a lot of manpower to transport the copper moraine into Shiwolf Valley and burn out the sulfur, and it is not a matter of time and a half!" A miner said with some doubts: "There are so many people missing from the mine all of a sudden, I'm afraid it will arouse suspicion, right?" ”

"That's what I've thought of too." Lao Zhou said confidently: "The work of transporting the copper moraine and burning sulfur is divided into two parts, and the people also take turns to do it. First transport the copper moraine into Shiwolf Valley and hide it in a hidden place, and one person can come back in one night with thirty or forty catties on his back. I did the math, there are ten of us, divided into two shifts, and we can almost finish it in a month. It's just that you have to work hard, you don't have a good rest at night, and you have to go down the well during the day in order to make a living. ”

"I'll see one person carrying sixty pounds, and strive to finish it in half a month." The old kiln leader smiled and said: "Get a few wooden planks and tie them to ropes, now there is snow on the ground, we can drag and carry it, what do you think?" ”

"This method is good, the plank is used as a climbing plow." The miner called the bolt was a stunned young man, and he applauded when he heard it good, "Or we can carry a hundred pounds." ”

"It's about sixty pounds." Lao Zhou smiled and patted the bolt on the shoulder, and said to everyone: "As for burning sulfur, it's much easier, I'll find a reason to go far away, and I will do it in a few days after finding two or three helpers." ”

"Count me in." A middle-aged miner said angrily: "Brother, the whole family is not hungry after he has eaten enough, and he is not suspicious of fishing in the mine for three days and drying nets for two days." ”

"There is Brother Black Bull, we will have enough manpower to burn sulfur." Lao Zhou didn't mention Zhao Tie and Zhuzi, and he might send people from the mountains again, but these are all confidential and can't be told to outsiders.

"What about the good charcoal, can it be transported away like this?" The bolt asked.

The moraine is heavy, but the sulfur burned out is not so heavy, and it is easier to transport it away. The coal is different, it is heavy here, it is heavy along the way, it is feasible to transport it into Shiwolf Valley by manpower, but it is not easy to transport it into the mountains.

"It's harder." Lao Zhou shook his head and said, "Let's find a way, and transport the copper moraine away first." I think let's start tomorrow! ”

Everyone agreed, and began to discuss the details of the action.

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Triggering machine, pulling the bolt, pushing the bullet to load, aiming, shooting...... If you can do these steps as quickly as possible, you may be able to shoot again before the enemy reacts after the first shot.

The accuracy of shooting does not need to be practiced hard, but is upgraded by killing, and Shen Chen realized that mastering the ability to shoot quickly is a way to kill and injure more enemies.

Pulling the bolt and pushing the bullet to load is a mechanical action, and no matter how fast the action is, there is not much room for improvement; To shoot a second shot at the shortest time interval, Shen Chen believes that the key is to aim.

A few dots of incense emitted an extremely faint light in the dark and long mine roadway, and Shen Chen pulled the board machine.

With a dull sound echoing in the alleyway, he remained on his stomach in the same position, quickly pulling the bolt, pushing the bullet, moving the muzzle slightly, aiming at another little dark light, and pulling the trigger again......

Bullets are fired one by one, practice makes perfect, and some people say that "good marksmanship is fed by bullets". Just like many masters of pistols, they don't need to aim, they just throw their hands and shoot with their senses.

Shen Chen's feeling is that this 38 big cover has become more and more a part of his body, and every shot, every backseat, is more and more coordinated with the body's adaptation.

Thankfully, there were several captures, and for a sniper, the current bullets were sufficient.

You must know that the ammunition carried by the Japanese army consists of two front boxes and a rear box, and the rear box also comes with a gun oil can. The front box can hold 30 rounds each, and the rear box can hold 60 rounds each, for a total of 120 rounds.

Therefore, even if it makes many people feel distressed to practice, Shen Chen's bullets are enough to use.

The feeling is becoming more and more subtle and accurate, Shen Chen is still wearing a pair of single gloves on his hands, although it is very tight and close to the flesh, he still needs to adapt better.

Veterans usually grind a hard callus on their index fingers because they often buckle the machine, just as carrying a gun often leaves marks on their shoulders.

In enemy-occupied areas, the enemy also makes such observations from time to time during the checks. As for Shen Chen, he just didn't want to leave such a flaw.

If he was not afraid before, Da Mei, who was born in a poor family, still lacked a cocoon on his hands?

But his recent physical changes have forced him to be careful. As he grew taller, his skin became white and thin, and the hard calluses on his hands became less and less noticeable as if they had been soaked in warm water and slowly softened and fell off.

What will it look like in a while?

Shen Chen asked for twenty or thirty rounds of ammunition before finishing tonight's training, took off his gloves, and looked at his hands thoughtfully.

It seems to be more and more like a woman's hand, more and more slender and soft, but you can feel the growth of strength between bending and stretching.

This is really a combination of contradictions, and Shen Chen seems to have some uncertain judgments, that is, this woman's body may not become very masculine due to the upgrading of skills, such as becoming a strong female man.

But his strength and speed are indeed growing, hidden in his growing body.

And after gradually adapting to and getting used to this new body, Shen Chen's thoughts were slowly changing.

I thought it was good before, I was free by myself, and I went to kill devils and traitors according to the guidance of fate.

But some of the practical difficulties are difficult to overcome, which has to make him think more and try to find other options.

The biggest difficulty is the supply of materials, such as salt, grain and other daily necessities, some of which cannot be obtained through seizure, so we have to sneak out of the mountains and forests from time to time to procure.

And in enemy-occupied areas, it is not that you can walk unhindered without flaws, and devils and traitors do not care whether there is conclusive evidence or not.

What's more, through Aunt Zhao's attitude and performance, Shen Chen also realized that it was very dangerous to walk outside as Da Mei.

Even if it's a man, according to his own temperament, I'm afraid it's not suitable to stay in an enemy-occupied area, right?

Shen Chen: This is not self-comforting, but the truth.

Walking bare-handed in a world full of jackals, although there is not a lot of trouble during the examination, it is not his character to be slaughtered.

And carrying a weapon, even a short gun and a dagger, greatly increases the risk of exposure.

Joining an anti-Japanese team and fighting side by side with comrades-in-arms solves these difficulties? Shen Chen had such a thought, but he was not very sure, and he felt that it was not so easy and simple.

After cleaning up the "underground shooting range", Shen Chen climbed to the ground along the wind tunnel, stood under a tree, and looked into the distance.

The cold air made his mind more flexible, and the snow-covered woods and mountains stretched into the distance, as if to show him the way forward.

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Shiwolf Valley is a mountain slip more than ten kilometers long, and it is the main road leading to the mountainous base area, and the devils have set up sentry posts and artillery towers at the mouth of the valley and along the way, and firmly blocked it.

On both sides of Shiwolf Valley, there are high and low mountains, thorny bushes, trees covering the sky, neither inhabited, but also because of the forbidden mountain, almost no one enters. The night is cold and cold, and it seems that it should be quiet.

A gust of wind blew, and the wind carried a choking smell. If you climb a small hill in the middle of this unknown high and low mountain, you can see that there is a small mountain valley below.

And in the snow-covered piles of rocks, blue flames flickered, and crackling sounds could be heard.

The pillar had thrown off its felt hat and was wearing only a jacket, and was smashing large pieces of copper moraine with a hammer.

The surrounding snow has been cleared out, and it is only a dozen meters in circumference. A clay stove is lit on fire, and a crooked chimney is attached to the earthen stove, and choking smoke comes out of the chimney.

That's right, Zhao Tie, Zhuzi, Hei Niu, and Li Shifeng, who was sent from the mountain base area, are burning sulfur in this relatively secret place.

Because the sulfur smoke has a choking smell and is poisonous. If it weren't for winter, if it wasn't for the northwest wind blowing, if it weren't for the uninhabited mountains north of Shiwolf Valley, they wouldn't dare to do it.

The black bull wrapped his head and face tightly, looked at the pot seriously by the stove, stirring with a wooden stick from time to time, and stacked a small pile of boiled sulfur beside him.

The pillar was almost smashed, so he put down the hammer, put on the padded jacket next to him, ran to the stove to warm up for a while, said hello to Hei Niu and Li Shifeng, and raised his legs and walked towards the mountain.