Yu Xiaohuan picked up the wood chips and saw that they were actually cut quite neatly. Under such environmental conditions, she felt that it was very good to be able to get such wood chips.

She praised a few words sincerely, and then wrote again.

But she couldn't write a few words, she couldn't memorize those chapters, she just remembered a few idioms, and then annotated a few sentences according to the meaning she remembered.

When Zhang Ge came back from cooking, he saw her crooked handwriting, and exaggeratedly praised: "It turns out that you really know how to write!" ”

"This can still fool you!" Yu Xiaohuan said.

Zhang Ge smiled stupidly, "What are you writing?" ”

Yu Xiaohuan was afraid that this kid would be shocked again, and he didn't bother to explain, so he just said that he was just writing casually.

Zhang Ge's eyes were in a trance, and he said, "I've given you food, let's finish eating first and then write." ”

When Yu Xiaohuan put down the pen and sat with him eating porridge and hard horse meat, he swallowed and said, "That, nameless, for the sake of me helping you cut the wooden slip, you can help me write a letter." ”

Yu Xiaohuan was stunned for a moment and said, "My words are so ugly, aren't you afraid that others won't be able to understand them?" ”

"How so?" Zhang Ge said, "My family is a farmer, and I can't read a single big character, how can I be qualified to dislike it?" ”

"Illiterate? So how can they read what is written on the letter? Yu Xiaohuan blurted out, only to feel that this was a little unkind, so she had to cut the topic by herself and said, "What do you want to write?" ”

After eating in a hurry, Zhang Ge hadn't thought about how to write the family letter, and he was in a hurry.

Yu Xiaohuan had no choice but to ask him: "Do you want to say something to reassure your family, and then ask them how they are doing?" ”

Zhang Ge's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly replied: "Yes, yes, that's what it means!" ”

What a big deal I thought! Yu Xiaohuan muttered in her heart, and began to write.

After only two lines of writing, Zhang Ge interrupted her again and asked, "I saw that the general wrote letters, and he was from top to bottom and from right to left, why did you do the other way around?" ”

Well, I forgot about this stubble for a while. Yu Xiaohuan had no choice but to excuse himself: "Isn't this used to it!" When I was a child, when I practiced calligraphy, I also went from right to left, but every time I accidentally soiled my sleeves and was beaten by my mother, I secretly wrote in reverse. ”

"You've been practicing calligraphy since you were a child?" Zhang Ge was surprised, "Then why do you still have to join the army?" ”

Forehead...... Yu Xiaohuan was speechless for a while.

Zhang Ge didn't notice her strange expression, and continued to wonder: "Also, you have practiced calligraphy for so long, why is it still so ugly to write, this one is big, one small, one is positive and one outside, unlike what the general wrote, neatly and uniformly......"

A person who can't even write family letters dares to dislike her words. Yu Xiaohuan glared angrily, and almost gave up writing.

Zhang Ge was finally frightened by her gaze and obediently shut up.

In order to save wood chips, Yu Xiaohuan tried to be restrained as much as possible, and wrote a piece of wood chips, and the full text was finished. Zhang Ge had to read it again before he laughed and went out, no longer bothering her.

When he was on duty at night, a soldier he didn't know quietly touched him and said to Yu Xiaohuan: "Nameless, I'll be on duty for you!" ”

What's the fuss about this big night? Of course, Yu Xiaohuan immediately refused. This is the general's tent, who knows what this man has in mind.

But the man did not leave, but lingered for a while before he said, "It is so, I have a request for you." ”

"Oh, what do you want me to do?" Yu Xiaohuan looked calm and calm on the surface, but she was secretly surprised in her heart, begging her to be such a rookie soldier, do you think she has the face to speak in front of the general?

The man whispered, "That's right, I want you to help me write a letter to my family." ”

Yu Xiaohuan involuntarily threw a glance at Zhang Ge, no wonder that guy had been clubbing without moving, and he was taking turns seriously and seriously, it turned out that his unwindy mouth had already sold her.

"If you want to write, you can cut me ten pieces of wood."

"Well said, well said. I'll give it to you at dawn. With that, the soldier turned and ran.

Yu Xiaohuan glared at Zhang Ge on the other side, and said angrily: "Brother, sell me so soon!" ”

"What are you talking about?" Zhang Ge didn't even turn his face around, "I just wanted to ask how they sent the letter, and they found out." ”

"They? How many people are they? Yu Xiaohuan felt that she was going to be unlucky.

At dawn, the people on duty went to work, and Yu Xiaohuan yawned and returned to the camp tent, feeling that he was going to fall asleep while standing. But before she could lie down on the bed, several minions squeezed in, which startled her.

A group of people gathered around her, vying to stuff the thin pieces of wood in their hands into Yu Xiaohuan's hands, Yu Xiaohuan was stunned for a while before suddenly realizing, these people should not all begging her to write a letter to their families, right? But what was the use of her asking for so many pieces of wood, that she could not take anything else useful or valuable?

"If you want me to write a letter," she said, "but you can't tell anyone that ten pieces of wood can write a letter to the family, because you have cut so many pieces of wood that I can't use them all." ”

"So, what do you want to get in exchange?" One of the creeps asked.

"Let's talk about it." Yu Xiaohuan said, "There is a lot of lack here. ”

This little soldier is a clever ghost, and he suddenly stuffed his own wood chips into Yu Xiaohuan's hand, and said, "Nameless brother, I'll give you ink!" ”

Yu Xiaohuan was sleepy and stupid, thinking that it was always a good thing for someone to help, and forgot for a while that she was going to sleep, so she helped write a letter.

These big bosses have no culture, they talk a lot, and Yu Xiaohuan can only write it in a nutshell according to what he hears.

After an hour of writing, she was trapped in a fog, feeling like she was drawing a ghost, and she didn't know how she had survived.

However, she learned from these people that they had left home to stay here for many years, and some did not know whether their elderly parents were still alive, some did not know whether their wives who were about to give birth when they left home gave birth to boys or girls, and some did not know whether their siblings had already started a family. They all missed their relatives back home, but in order for them to live a stable life, they never thought of becoming deserters and ran back to see them.

Yu Xiaohuan listened to them and couldn't bear to interrupt, so she kept struggling to write it down. She wanted to help them finish writing their home as soon as possible so that they could arrange for it to be sent out as soon as possible.

I don't know how long it took, she wrote, and suddenly collapsed and couldn't wake up, but the people who were waiting in line for her to write a letter were frightened, until the slightly experienced veteran noticed that she was breathing evenly and her heartbeat was normal.

She was sleeping soundly, when suddenly her face was cold, and she woke up suddenly.