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"Master Jun, Master Jun, you are good, I still have my aunt and children at home, and the family is waiting for me to exchange this load of firewood for some food to go back, you ......"

couldn't go on, this guy directly put the muzzle of the gun on the right waist of Zhan Qingshan, and said with an angry face - "Get out!"

drove Zhang Qingshan a few meters away with a gun. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Third child, okay? ”

"It's coming. He answered, put away his gun, swept Zhang Qingshan with a threatening look in his eyes, and turned back.

lifted the flat burden, looked at Zhang Qingshan again, stood a horse step, and vigorously picked up the flat burden, as a result, just provoked, his face was red and his ears were red, and Zhang Qingshan who saw it smiled: Lao Tzu specially bought firewood for several people, and it weighed one hundred and twenty pounds together. Now, it's surprising that you don't ask me to help send it in. In fact, Zhang Qingshan has the next trick: if this guy doesn't ask himself to carry firewood and send it in, then he will be entangled on the grounds that he wants to return the flat dan, figure out their password, and make it easier to get in next time.

Sure enough!

"You, what to see, it's you, come over to Lao Tzu. ”

"Master Jun, are you merciful and don't want my firewood?"

Seeing Zhang Qingshan running around, he wanted to return the firewood when he opened his mouth, the corner of the guy's mouth twitched, he looked at Zhang Qingshan with disdain, pointed to the firewood, and said, "Pick it, follow me in." ”

"Master Jun, isn't this okay? It's a ...... barracks inside," he said, Zhang Qingshan pretended to be to escape, and said in horror: "Master Jun, you don't want to arrest me Zhuangding, right?" Master Jun, please, I really have a big family to support, and if you take me away, they will all starve to death, Master Jun, please ......."

"You still want to be a soldier and eat food like a bear? Hurry up, get this load of firewood in. ”

Seeing Zhang Qingshan grinding on the ground, very reluctantly picking up firewood and walking towards the regiment headquarters, this guy said with satisfaction: "You be honest, don't look around along the way, maybe Lao Tzu will be happy and reward you with a bowl or two of rice." ”

"Great, thank you, Master Jun. ”

This time he entered, Zhang Qingshan not only looked indiscriminately, but also inquired inquiringly, and compared what he had heard before with here, and quickly figured out where the headquarters was located.

And the guy called the third child didn't have time to care about him, because he led Zhang Qingshan all the way in, and the people he met on the way all took a look at the firewood on Zhang Qingshan's body first, and then said to the third child with a smile, "The third one, it's good, you can get out of the water by standing on a guard." This guy was busy laughing and greeting people, and said that he was lucky. Seeing that this guy was happy, Zhang Qingshan euphemistically inquired why there were so few people in this regiment headquarters, and sure enough, he got a reply: Everyone was very tired from the long march, and they were all resting and smoking opium. made Zhang Qingshan speechless: Sure enough, it was a double spearman.

At first, Zhang Qingshan saw that they even grabbed the firewood of the common people, thinking that they had just arrived, and they were in a hurry to grab firewood for cooking--they had done a lot of harm to the common people, and grabbing some firewood, rice and meat, and the like were indeed not a big deal for them, and they were used to it. Later, after Zhang Qingshan figured out what was going on, he was completely speechless: it basically had nothing to do with what he thought. Supposedly, these people are soldiers, and the kitchen affairs such as pork and firewood have nothing to do with them. The chiefs have their own way of getting money, and they don't care about this bit of firewood money, but no matter how small the mosquito is, it is still meat, and no matter how you say it, this is also a piece of oil and water. So, they colluded with the people in the kitchen to snatch the things needed in the kitchen from the outside and sell them to the cooking class at a low price, and the people in the cooking class reported it at the market price.

Carrying firewood, he followed the guy to the kitchen.

"Brother Yang, I'm here to bring you firewood. As soon as he entered, the guy greeted a chubby middle-aged man with a smile.

The middle-aged man known as Brother Yang was obviously familiar with this, walked over with a smile, glanced at the firewood at both ends of Zhang Qingshan's burden, pointed to the back of the stove, and said, "Put it there." ”

Then, he took out a stack of money from his pocket, took out one and handed it to the third child.

The third child stopped doing it when he saw it, and said with a hippie smile: "Brother Yang, the firewood sent by others is only about fifty catties, and you can get a dime." My load of firewood is definitely not less than one hundred and twenty catties, you are good at it, why do you have to have more?"

"A load of firewood, a dime, it's all at this price. "It's really dark, although prices are rising fast now, but firewood is indispensable for people to make fires for cooking, which is a necessity of life, and all the firewood needed in the town has to be cut from the mountains. On the street, fifty catties of firewood can be sold for two triangular dollars, and three or four catties of rice can be exchanged. He has more than 100 catties of firewood, how can he have five dimes on the street. Although it was for nothing, the price was too high, and the third child naturally stopped doing it: "Brother Yang, you can do it well, this dime is useless, and it is not enough to even smoke a cigarette." This is more than 100 catties, you always eat meat, you can always give my brother a mouthful of soup, right? At least three dollars, otherwise, my brother and I have spent so much effort, but I can't even smoke a cigarette, you can't see it, don't you? Just give me a triangular money. ”

"Sir, my stomach hurts a little, can you ......?"

Before he finished speaking, he saw the third child pointing outwards and shouting: "Get out!", and then scolded Zhang Qingshan very angrily for his lack of eyesight: "What the hell is the mess, don't you see Lao Tzu upset?"

That Brother Yang pointed outside with an unchanged smile and said, "Turn left when you go out, follow the eaves until the end, and turn right to the thatched house." ”

Zhang Qingshan wanted this to say, happy that his plan had succeeded, took the flat shoulder, and trotted all the way away.

The regiment headquarters requisitioned the town primary school, which was not big. In the past, in order to facilitate the children to go to the thatched house in time when they were studying, the thatched house was built about ten meters away from the study, but now, it is conducive to Zhang Qingshan's exploration.

Walking to the end of the eaves, Zhang Qingshan deliberately stopped, turned his head to look to the right, and glanced behind him by the way, seeing that no one was coming. I took two steps to the right, looked left and right, and no one, and no one in the distance paid attention to this side, so I carried the flat shoulder, walked slowly, and came to the grove behind the regiment headquarters.

Lying on the side of the first window, I listened to whether there was any movement inside, but there was none.

His fingers dipped in a little saliva, soaked the window paper, and after stabbing it silently, he looked at it, and it was a utility room.

I walked through the middle window and came to the third window, and listened, and there was a snoring inside. Still using the previous method, I pierced the window paper and saw that there was a bald man lying on the bed, and there was a faint smell of alcohol wafting out of the window...... It's a pity that Zhang Qingshan, who was bent on finding the combat map of the regiment, didn't know that this was the commander of the regiment, otherwise, sneaking in and killing him silently would be lively.

After walking through many windows in a row, he didn't find the opponent's combat conference room, and seeing that it was about to come to an end, Zhang Qingshan pondered: If the opponent's combat conference room was on the second floor, how could he sneak in without disturbing the other party?

I came to the penultimate window and listened, but there was no sound inside.

Leaving a small hole in the window, Zhang Qingshan's eyes lit up at a glance: multiple chairs were lined up in two rows, and in the middle were two long tables used by students for classes side by side to form a long table, covered with blue cloth, and the march map was hung high on the wall. Typical operational conference room layup.

"Calm down, you must be calm...... while suppressing the excitement in his heart, he opened a small hole next to the window bolt, slowly lifted the window bolt with his fingers, opened the window, looked left and right, climbed in like a civet cat, and closed the window slightly with his backhand, and did not bolt it.

Fortunately, he learned a little knowledge of military maps during military training, and he usually asks people for advice when he has nothing to do, and now, it is no problem to look at the deputy military map to kill.

Looking at the map, pondering it carefully, and feeling that this is the real deployment of the other party, Zhang Qingshan grinned.

He took out a piece of folded kraft paper two fingers wide and about ten centimeters long from the straw sandals on his left foot, opened it to reveal a piece of paper the size of a notebook, and took out a pencil seven or eight centimeters long from the edge of the straw sandals on his right foot.

This kind of copying is actually very simple, you don't need to draw so carefully, just write down a few red and blue arrows pointing to the places, as well as the names of places you pass along the way.

In order to grasp it more carefully, Zhang Qingshan not only memorized while drawing, but also tried to draw the sketches more carefully.

Seven or eight minutes later, just when Zhang Qingshan felt that it was about the same, suddenly, he heard someone talking. At this time, it was too late to get out of the window, Zhang Qingshan glanced left and right, and could only venture under the long table.

In less than two seconds, the door to the conference room opened, and someone came in as they spoke. Zhang Qingshan didn't dare to move, and could only see four legs, a large basket and four long water bottles through the gap under the blue cloth.

"It's good to be a chief, and you get the most out of it, but you don't have to do anything...... Lao Tian, when do you think the two of us will be able to become the head of the group?" said the man who carried the basket and put it on the long table.

Zhang Qingshan could only see the two legs and couldn't see their movements, but judging from the crisp sound of clanging when the basket was placed on the long table, it should be porcelain in the basket.

"Be careful, this cup is going to break, and there's nowhere to replenish it for a while. The man with the kettle said as he put the kettle on the table. Immediately, Zhang Qingshan heard a sound of pouring water and the man's voice: "There is no need to be envious, the head of the regiment is also mixed step by step, let's boil slowly, there will always be a day...... Okay, let's hurry up and set it up, in a few minutes, the meeting will begin. ”

Obviously, these two men have come to prepare the venue for the upcoming military conference.

"A few minutes? Hmph! The head of the regiment hasn't woken up yet, how can he have a meeting?"

"You can go and call it. ”

"Who would dare to disturb the regiment commander when he was drunk, and he was not afraid of eating guns?"

"Hey, hey!"

The two of them just said strange things in private, and soon finished the work at hand and went out. However, when the two of them straightened the blue on the table, Zhan Qingshan was indeed taken aback, if any of these two people felt that the cloth was not straightened and squatted down to look, they would definitely be able to find Zhang Qingshan. Thanks to God, these two people are not very serious about their work.

Zhang Qingshan, who was fortunate to have escaped the catastrophe, dared to stay, so he quickly put away the sketch and slipped through the window.

He threw his pencil into the woods and returned the same way with his shoulder, but as soon as he got to the corner, trouble came.