"Well, there are two kinds of swamps on this meadow, one is "Mingze", which obviously appears on the grass, this kind of swamp is not dangerous, as long as it does not travel in the dark, it will generally not fall into it.

The second is the "dark plain", which is the most dangerous in the meadow, this kind of swamp is covered by meadows, it is impossible to see at all, once you set foot on it, it is difficult for people and animals to escape.

And this meadow floating on the swamp, the meadow is rainy, there is no shortage of water, because the water is too sufficient, compared with the meadow growing in the field, the growth is sparse and short, and some even become rotten grass, and there is a bad smell coming out. ”

Mo Rijian said and pointed to a meadow not far away that seemed to be the ground below: "Look at that piece, the aquatic plants are obviously short and sparse, the grass blades at the bottom are rotten, and the color is not as green as the aquatic plants under our feet, so that piece is a "dark pool". ”

"Is there one?" Han Xin watched it for a long time, didn't realize the difference, and finally came to the conclusion that this method is really not something that ordinary people can use.

"Haha, you children who don't live on the grassland, you have too little contact with grass, so naturally you are not familiar with the structure and growth characteristics of these grasses.

But the men on our grassland are very familiar with all kinds of grasses on this grassland, what can be eaten, what is poisonous, when it grows and sprouts, and when it withers, then we all know it very well! Mo Rijian laughed, and said this with pride.

Han Xin's brain moved, he was idle anyway, and when he took off the pen he had seized from a national army officer, he asked Comrade Wenyi Bing for a small book, and then said: "Uncle Mo, can you tell me about these grasses, poisonous and non-poisonous, what are their names and what kind of grasses they are!" ”

For Han Xin's request, Mo Rijian did not refuse, and he still appreciates the studious Han guy.

"But we don't eat wild vegetables on weekdays, and most of these wild vegetables and weeds are fed to livestock......

"It's okay, Uncle Mo, I'm just curious, besides, the horses and mules in the army all need to eat grass, and it doesn't hurt to know some. Han Xin smiled and did not tell Mo Rijian that the difficulty in the later stage of the Red Army's Long March was the history of living on wild vegetables.

Mo Rijian nodded, and then introduced Han Xin as he walked.

"This plant is called Tian'er grass, and in some places it is also called Husheng grass, and the livestock eat it very fat."

"The one over there is called Maran grass, and it is also a non-poisonous grass......

"Wild garlic, water celery...... Purslane ......"

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Along the way, Mo Rijian continued to search for all kinds of wild vegetables and grasses, and then pointed to introduce them to Han Xin.

Han Xin took a small book, according to what Mo Rijian said, and then recorded the characteristics of wild vegetables and some grasses, whether they were poisonous, and what they looked like...... Unconsciously, during the half-day trip, Han Xin had memorized more than a dozen types of wild vegetables and weeds.

As Mo Rijian said, there are more than a dozen kinds of poisonous ones that can be eaten, and there are also many poisonous ones such as poisonous celery and yellow flowers.

Han Xin is a rural child who has never gone to a private school, so he can't write, fortunately, he is a serious reader in his previous life and in the future, but the embarrassing thing is that the later life is simplified, not to mention the previous life, and it is estimated that few people can understand it.

In the end, Han Xin adopted the method of shorthand in later generations, and planned to ask political commissar Xiao Xiang to help him rewrite and transcribe a copy after recording these things.

Most of the day's trip has passed, and under the leadership of Mo Rijian, there have been no accidents for the time being, and the fangs of the grass have not yet been opened to the Red Army soldiers.

However, how can the trip to the grassland be calm and quiet!

At six o'clock in the afternoon, the soldiers took a temporary rest, and the comrades of the cooking squad took great effort to carry two large iron pots and were cooking, but the rain began to fall without warning.

The weather in the meadow was changeable, and the rain was pouring down at first, and then it became more and more intense, and then it turned into a torrential rain, pouring down, and the Red Army soldiers under the torrential rain soon became chickens in the soup.

The heavy raindrops were like bullets, with an indescribable impact, crackling on everyone's shoulders and backs, instantly wetting the thin clothes, soaking into the hearts and spleens, causing a chill.

"Uncle Mo, take shelter from the rain!"

In the heavy rain, Han Xin propped up a piece of cowhide, covered Mo Rijian, barely resisted the invasion of wind and rain, and shouted loudly, he didn't expect that this heavy rain would come as soon as it was said, and it was simply unguardable.

"Good!" Mo Rijian nodded, and saw that the Red Army soldiers on the side were also prepared, although not everyone had an umbrella, but it was either cowhide, or a coat, or a straw hat...... More or less there was a little shelter from the rain, and then he continued:

"Xiao Han, tell the soldiers, we can't stop! Most of the heavy rain in this meadow will not stop, or it will take a few hours, and the road will be covered by rain if it goes on like this, and it will be difficult for me to discern the direction.

While there is still a way to go, let's hurry up and get out of this wetland and find a relatively dry place to spend the night! ”

"Erniu, tell everyone, you can't stop, let the comrades in the cooking class not be busy cooking, comrades eat some dry food on their bodies to deal with it, and hurry up to find a place to spend the night." Han Xin nodded and explained to Erniu on the side.

"Comrades, keep on your way, don't stop!"

"The brothers will continue to walk, and we will immediately cross this wetland and have dinner again."

"Captain, let's eat first! If this thing gets soaked in the rain, it's hard to swallow. The commander of the third battalion shook his coat and handed over a piece of bread.

Lin Dashan took the dough cake and took a few bites, Han Xin had already passed Mo Rijian's words to him, which made him feel a little uneasy, he had just entered the grassland, and when he encountered such a situation, I am afraid that it will not be peaceful in the future!

The dough that had been bitten a few bites was stuffed in Lin Dashan's pocket again, and there was no need to waste rations when his son was hungry and couldn't stand it.

"Third battalion commander, let Han Xin's kid take care of Mo Rijian at the front, don't freeze, don't starve, a Tibetan has worked tirelessly to help us, we can't let the family suffer anymore."

"Don't worry, Captain, everyone knows this." Zhao Zhuang responded.

"That's good!" Lin Dashan spoke, wrapped the clothes on his body, this son, he already felt a little cold.

It was raining heavily, and the ground was wet, and suddenly there was a puddle of water in front of which would cut off all the passers-by.

Han Xin had already taken off the cloth shoes he was wearing on his feet, stuffed them in his arms to prevent them from getting wet, and then lifted up his trouser legs and walked barefoot in the puddle.

"This water is quite cold!" Xiao Wu's teeth trembled, and he also entered the puddle according to Han Xin's method and walked forward with the water.

The soldiers in the rear thought of doing the same, but what they didn't expect was to do the same as others, and they all began to move forward.

The water was still very shallow at first, but it gradually deepened as he walked, and it had already submerged the edge of his trousers, and Han Xin was walking in front at this time, holding a wooden stick.

The soil on the soles of the feet was still hard at first, but gradually it began to soften, and sometimes when you stretched out your feet, it sank into the mud for three points, and the whole person sank violently.

It takes a lot of effort to pull your feet out of the mud and move on.

"There's mud in this area, be careful, don't slip!" Han Xin shouted to the rear.

Mo Rijian is a Tibetan man, but it is estimated that because he can't keep up with nutrition, although he is also strong, he is a little short, half a head shorter than Han Xin, and at this moment, the puddle that can submerge Han Xin's thighs has reached Mo Rijian's abdomen, and the whole pants are wet.

"Uncle Mo, otherwise, I'll carry you on my back!"

"No, no, I can do it!" Mo Rijian waved his hand resolutely, seeing that Han Xin still insisted, he waved his head and said: "When I was young, I didn't experience any danger, what is this difficulty." Isn't it just a puddle, the weather is so hot that I want to take a shower! ”

Mo Rijian's words made Han Xin laugh, considering that the situation was not too bad when he entered the grass, Han Xin no longer insisted, and said to the iron bull behind Mo Rijian: "Tie Niu, look at Uncle Mo." ”

"Good instructor!" Tie Niu answered, followed two steps, and almost walked towards Mo Rijian, Mo Rijian glanced at Tie Niu gratefully, and did not say more, and continued to follow Han Xin's footsteps.

In the three regiments, there are also red imps, what is a red imp? It is some very young Red Army comrades, most of whom are fourteen or fifteen years old, young and naturally not tall.

The little mouse is one of them, in everyone's words, it is not as tall as a gun, this is not a particularly deep puddle, for him, it is really not easy to get over.

"Little mouse, brother can help you!" A young Red Army man said with a smile that he was carrying a cow felt and preparing to wade through the puddle.

But the little mouse didn't seem to appreciate it, and the young man's enthusiasm gave him an extra fighting spirit, "No, I can go over by myself." ”

"Hehe, it's really a child's temper!" The young man of the Red Army ignored the hard mouth of the little mouse, and was reckless in his eyes, so he directly squatted and carried the little mouse on his shoulder.

"Let's go!"

"You let go of me, let go of me, I can go by myself......" The little mouse struggled a few times, and the rain was pouring down, and the Red Army youth who carried the little mouse lost his hands on the cow felt, and was soon swallowed by the torrential rain, and the whole person was soaked.

The little mouse was quiet, his head was on the thin shirt of the Red Army youth, and after passing the puddle, he climbed down from the Red Army youth and said, "Thank you!" ”

Then he ran away without looking back.

"Really...... Kid temper! The young Red Army smiled, took off his muddy clothes, twisted them a few times, dried them a little, put them on again, and continued to follow the procession......

To be continued