Wu Zengni slowly raised his head, looked at Buku with extremely complicated eyes, and asked in a choked voice, "Have you been hiding it from me?" ”

"It's not that I'm hiding it from you......," Buku scratched his head uneasily, "I really don't know that there are other Oroqen people here, and I haven't dealt with them in the Northeast before." ”

"I ask you." Wu Zengni wiped away his tears and asked calmly, "Hound dog, where did you go later?" What happened to him? ”

"It doesn't make sense." Buku swallowed, "Do you think I lied to you, or what?" ”

"Even Zhou Ling lied to me...... You're all lying to me......" Wu Zengni trembled and snatched the gun from Amba, took aim, and roared with all his strength, "What about the hounds?" What about our hounds? What did you do to my husband! Tell me! Tell me! Tell me! ”

The six wolves behind him hurriedly got up and made an attack gesture.

Anba's tears were about to come out, and he was thinking about how to appease Wu Zengni, but he was taken into his arms by Zhang Liuyi.

Without fear, he stared at Wu Zengni for a few seconds without any waves, and then turned away.

"What the hell ......" Wu Zenni was about to shoot.

Wang Yang grabbed it, "Don't worry, it's looking for something." ”

Embarrassed, he climbed a high slope slowly, rummaged under a stone block, and after a while, he came by biting a rusty iron box.

The corners of its mouth loosened, and the iron box fell in front of Wu Zengni's feet.

Wang Yang took the iron box and opened it to see that there was something tightly wrapped in kraft paper.

Tearing open the kraft paper, inside is a small notepad with a kraft cover.

Wu Zengni put down the gun and quickly took the notepad.

The first page reads in Manchu: "Volunteer J Thirty-eighth Army, Mo Zhuolun Shuhe." ”

Wu Zengni muttered: "What is this special writing!" ”

Amba leaned over, "So he was a soldier?" That...... Was he still a soldier when he came to Guizhou? ”

"Can you understand what that's about?" Amba shook his head, "The words are understandable, but it's so messy, this is Manchu, and his writing is messy." I can understand every sentence, but I don't know what it means when the paragraphs are connected. ”

Buku stepped in, "I'll take a look...... It's very much in the style of our Oroqen people. Amba, aren't you more powerful than me in Chinese characters? You just translate all the Manchu texts into Chinese characters, and then you study them carefully, and you will definitely find clues. ”

Amba frowned, and turned another page, densely packed, but some ideological courses, "are all thoughts and insights during the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea, there is no need to handwrite and turn these, I just read it, and then I will translate it by hand when I find dry goods." ”

Immediately afterwards, there were some of his ideological realizations, oaths, ideological education before the charge, and so on......

This notebook of Mo Zhuolun Shuhe doesn't seem to write much about his private life at all, but it is all a copy of some ideological and educational impressions and Taizu's remarks.

"This is a wartime notebook." Wang Yang lost interest after listening to it, "This is the book after the volunteer Jun entered the court, and he didn't write the date, nor did he write the location, what happened, because once he died, such a book would leak the military information." ”

Wang Yang looked at the embarrassment, "It seems that this wolf doesn't know what is important or not, so he will give it to you when he picks up a relic." ”

But Wu Zengni didn't listen to him at all, savored the words one by one, squatted aside, biting his fingers, as if he was listening.

Amba was also by her side, and from time to time he praised him for how brave he was in battle.

It made Wu Zengni laugh again and again.

It's as if I have completely forgotten about the fire just now.

But Anticipa doesn't seem to have said anything...... This book is from Mo Zhuolun's book, and it has to do with that Malail. Hound doesn't matter at all.

The wolves didn't move, and the other old men still didn't have much interest, so they squatted next to them, took out drinks and cigarette guns, and ate some cooked wolf meat to pass the time.

Wait for that Vuzeni to return to normal.

Just when the men were analyzing the situation of the wolves and bragging, Amba called everyone.

"You men, do you know what a wolf is?"

Several men approached curiously.

Wu Zengni had already closed the notebook, took a deep breath, and looked at Wang Yang seriously, "You have been a traitor in the Northeast, so do you know Wolf Qing?" ”

"Why do you talk like that...... Wang Yang just finished speaking angrily, he was glared at by Amba, and immediately lowered his voice and said, "I'm not a traitor...... Familiar and familiar, if you me like this again, I will really lose my temper. ”

"I asked you if you knew about Wolf Qing." Wu Zengni said in a tone to Zhou Ling.

"I don't know." Wang Yang is also temperless.

Wu Zengni glanced at Wang Yang suspiciously, and then opened the book again.

The crowd hurriedly covered it.

If you guess correctly, this book records the second half of Shuhe's life, as well as the story of him and the embarrassment and the wolves.

It is even possible that there will be a reason for wolves to attack humans.

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The book is no longer a record of some ideological consciousness, but a purposeful record of some things that happened.

Judging from Mo Zhuolun's composition, this person should have received an education halfway.

So the memorization technique is very hard.

On what day of the year, what orders he heard, where he went, and what he did.

It's not like a paragraph of text, it's just a sentence lined up together.

Sometimes the chronological order is even more out of order, much like writing what comes to mind, and when you want to write, you can turn to that page and write it.

A sketchbook-like note-taking style.

The author does not care about the specific time, but follows the order of the story that everyone sees, and uses the text of Mo Zhuolun's limited record and can distinguish the content.

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Judging from what Wang Yang said earlier about what the volunteer Jun recorded during the war and what he writes now.

The story should be after the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea.

Location...... Very, very messy. On one page, Shuhe also wrote that he was in the Great Khing'an Mountains, Inner Mongolia, and Guizhou.

The place where the story begins should be the Great Khing'an Mountains.

At that time, Shuhe had already been discharged from the army, because of severe frostbite on his body, he refused the kindness of moving to the south and insisted on returning to his hometown.

And then there was a long blank.

From this, it can be inferred that Shuhe has lived a chic life of fishing and hunting for a long time, and he has never touched a notepad or something.

Suddenly, one day, Shuhe spent a long time writing on the notepad again, and also used a large paragraph of text to record.

What happened?

It turned out that a Mongolian friend had found him.