…… On this day, some strange guests came to Qingshan Village in the middle of the Nakajo Mountains, looking at their identities and clothes, and they were said to be refugees who had fled from the area occupied by the devils.

During this period, with the independence of the Fourth Regiment was divided into three parts, respectively after the initial establishment of the anti-Japanese revolutionary base in Dashu Village, Qingshan Village, and Guhe Village.

When the news spread, some people in enemy-occupied areas ran to the countryside to beg for food because it was difficult to continue living in the county town.

The situation in front of us is not unusual.

After the head of Qingshan Village told the militia captain in the village about this, the two of them joined up.

The captain said: "Old village chief, let's verify the identity of these refugees, if it is really the people who have fled, according to the meaning of our comrades in the Eighth Route Army, we will definitely help if we can." ”

The old village chief didn't say a word, and the two rushed to the entrance of the village and met the dozen or so refugees.

The way to verify his identity is very simple, the old village chief is a native of the Nakajo Mountain area, and he knows the local dialect, customs, and habits in all aspects.

A little contact with these refugees, casual chat, you can get a clear picture.

After some conversations, the refugees did not have any flaws in their answers, and they were able to say some things in the local area, and there was no problem in terms of language.

In the end, the old village chief said, "There shouldn't be a problem, it's really like a refugee." ”

In this way, Qingshan Village took in more than a dozen people who had fled.

Among the refugees, there was a relatively short man, a little looped legs, with some pockmarks on his face, who claimed to be Wang Liu, a native of Ji County.

Because his parents died early, and he couldn't find a job in the county, he thought about coming to the countryside to farm some fields and eat with his family.

"Everyone usually calls me Wang Mazi, village chief, you also call me Wang Mazi!"

A nickname invisibly shortened the distance between Wang Mazi and the villagers.

Wang Liu, who was not conspicuous in the refugee group, was articulate, and every time he chatted with the villagers, he could always make everyone laugh with three or two sentences.

After that, Wang Mazi, who stayed in Qingshan Village, was much more diligent than other refugees, often helping some women and elderly people who did not have men at home in the village.

Therefore, the people of Qingshan Village have a good impression of this Wang Liu.

"Wang Mazi, you have to be thirty this year, right?"

"How can there be, Uncle Zhao, then you want me to be old, I'm only twenty-eight this year!"

"Twenty-eight, that's not small, do you want to please your wife?" Uncle Zhao smiled and joked.

Wang Mazi scratched his head innocently, "Uncle Zhao, don't make fun of me, just my stupid appearance and no family wealth, which girl is willing to marry me!" ”

In the midst of laughter, Wang Mazi got along with the villagers in Qingshan Village more and more harmoniously.

Once when he was farming, Wang Mazi, who was tired and sweating profusely, seemed to ask inadvertently:

"Uncle Zhao, since that little devil invaded our Jinnan, he has done some bad things in the county town that has lost his conscience, and our Qingshan Village is not too far from the devil's occupation area, everyone lives here, I look like I am very happy, won't the little devil come to harass?"

Wang Mazi has been coming to Qingshan Village for a few days, Uncle Zhao didn't think much about it, and replied with a smile: "Don't worry, our place is not a place where little devils come when they want to, if there are devils coming, it's still a question whether they can go back!" ”

"And this?" Wang Mazi seemed surprised.

This time, Uncle Zhao lowered his voice and said, "What are you afraid of, we have the support of the Eighth Route Army behind us!" You came from the county seat, haven't you heard of the name of the Eighth Route Army? ”

Wang Mazi thought for a while and nodded: "I've heard of it, but I haven't seen it all the time." In our people's psychology, these eight roads are all heroes who fight devils, uncle, are they really so powerful? ”

Uncle Zhao wiped the hot sweat from his forehead and nodded heavily: "That's not it, all of our eight-way comrades are all good skills, and it's not a problem to fly the eaves and walk the wall, if it weren't for my age, I would also like to fight devils together!" ”

It seems that the speaker is unintentional, but the listener is intentional.

Wang Mazi replied with a smile: "Uncle Zhao, I'm not very old, you said that if I go to the eighth road, do you want people?" ”

Uncle Zhao was stunned, looked at Wang Mazi for a few seconds, and then laughed and said: "Mazi, you kid is ambitious, but it's a pity, if you run over directly like this, the Eighth Route Army will definitely not accept it." ”

"Why is that?"

"Shh, these words can't be spread randomly, the comrades of the Eighth Road have specially explained, the little devil's ears and eyes are wide, in case the devil and traitor infiltrate in, it will not be good for our Eighth Road comrades."

"Why? Because the Eighth Route is our people's own team, people don't want us to carry hoes, turn around and go to the battlefield with guns to die. ”

"Therefore, if you want to be the Eighth Route Army, you must first be in the village, go through the assessment, meet the standards, join the militia squad of our village, and wait until the training is almost complete, before you can join the main combat force of the Eighth Route Army."

Wang Mazi nodded with a smile, and then asked again: "Uncle, is there a militia in our village?" ”

This time, Uncle Zhao didn't answer directly, but asked inscrutablely, "What do you say?" Hahahaha-"

……

One morning, the old village chief of Qingshan Village was enjoying the cool heat in his house.

A half-year-old child suddenly ran into the house, and said a few words in the ear of the old village chief, and the old village chief's face changed greatly when he heard this, and he sat up from the bench abruptly and asked, "Second baby, are you sure you are not mistaken?" ”

The child nodded and said seriously: "I must be right, village chief, I can see clearly from the crack in the door, Li Dazhu just secretly poured out the unfinished meal." ”

The old village chief is old, he has seen a lot of winds and waves, and he is not lacking in wisdom.

He thought about it and immediately realized that something was wrong.

"It's not good, if you really fled, it would be impossible to waste food, maybe it was a traitor sent by the devil to get in!"

"Village chief, what can we do?" The second baby asked anxiously.

"Don't worry, these people are definitely not trying to deal with us, but to deal with our comrades of the Eighth Route Army, you go and call your father over to me."

"Huh!"

Soon, after the second child called his father to the village chief's house, the village chief and Zhang Dashan hid in the house and quietly planned how to deal with this matter.

"It's just because of pouring rice, what if you make a mistake? Village Chief, I think we still have to test and try. ”

The old village chief nodded approvingly, "You have to be cautious about this matter, in this way, Dashan, you can find a way to test it a few more times, and after discovering the situation, let's immediately find a way to tell the head of the Wang regiment." ”

"Good!" Zhang Dashan turned around and left, to prepare.

However, it was said that Li Dazhu fled to Qingshan Village with Wang Mazi and more than a dozen other refugees, and after being tested by the village chief and others, he stayed in Qingshan Village.

Later, after the village chief communicated with Aunt Liu, Aunt Liu vacated a mud house at home for Li Dazhu to live in.

Therefore, Aunt Liu and Li Dazhu also have more contact.

This Li Dazhu is also a real person, and he is not lazy in his work, so Aunt Liu is still more careful.

At dinner, Zhang Dashan quietly found Aunt Liu, and did not tell Aunt Liu what happened, but asked Aunt Liu to make a pot of thick rice made with wild vegetables and some gnocchi, and invited Li Dazhu to eat.

Usually Aunt Liu and Li Dazhu live under the same roof.

In the current period of war, I don't pay attention to so much.

So it's not uncommon to eat together.

Li Dazhu, who came back from farming, did not have any doubts about this.

But Aunt Liu was a little strange, when she was cooking before, Dashan had to confess that she deliberately made the rice mushy and made it unpalatable.

After the food was served, Li Dazhu's nose twitched as he smelled the mushy smell wafting in, and looked at the thick rice with burnt black wild vegetables.

Aunt Liu didn't mind at all and picked up the bowl and ate it, the countrymen cherish food, and now there are wars everywhere, so it's good to have a stutter.

When I don't even have anything to eat, the bark and grass roots are many times worse than this, so I still have to close my eyes and swallow it.

Zhang Dashan was naturally there, and the excuse was that he happened to pass by, so he stayed and ate half a bowl.

The three of them gathered around an old eight-immortal table with a missing leg and a stone cushion, eating without a bite, chatting casually.

"Dazhu, look at how you don't eat like this, what's the matter, what is the aunt doing today is not delicious?" Zhang Dashan smiled and made a joke.

Li Dazhu hurriedly shook his head, and snorted in his nose: "It's delicious!" ”

As he spoke, he picked up the bowl and pulled it into his mouth.

Zhang Dashan laughed and said: "Dazhu, it's not right for you to eat thick rice like this, you have to take chopsticks and stand up, stick to the edge of the bowl, pick them up little by little, and then eat slowly, this is interesting enough!" ”

Li Dazhu smirked, nodded, and tried to eat according to what Zhang Dashan said.

Li Dazhu's bowl of rice was served by Zhang Dashan, a bowl full of solid, and the portion was very large.

When he ate the small half bowl at the back, Li Dazhu's speed slowed down significantly.

Zhang Dashan seemed to be eating the rice in his bowl, but he secretly squinted at Li Dazhu who was pulling thick rice on the side.

When the bowl of rice bottomed out, Zhang Dashan used chopsticks to carefully pick up every lost dough and every broken wild vegetable in the bowl into his mouth, until the bowl was clean as if it had been licked by a dog.

Li Dazhu, who was on the side, also finished eating, put the bowl on the table, and put the chopsticks on the bowl.

It's just that there are obviously some gnocchi and wild vegetables in his bowl.

Zhang Dashan slammed the rice bowl that he had licked like a dog on the table, Li Dazhu looked at the situation in the bowl, seemed to be stunned for a moment, and hurriedly picked up the bottom of the bowl he had eaten, and pulled the remaining wild vegetables and batter into his mouth.

Night.

At the old village chief's house, Zhang Dashan came quietly.

"Village chief, there's no mistake, this kid can't even eat thick rice, the rice is just a little mushy, and he frowned several times when he ate it."

"I don't know if it's a traitor, but it's definitely not a refugee, we know the taste of hunger too well, and even a grain of food can't be wasted."

The old village chief nodded, and said with a solemn face: "In this way, notify our militia team, control the people first, and then hand them over to the Eighth Road Comrades, whether it is true or not, we will see later." ”

"Let's catch it first, if it's a traitor who gets in with the little devil, then it's a bad thing."

"Huh!"

On the other side, Wang Mazi, who was about to sleep, suddenly sounded a gentle knock on the wooden window of the firewood room, and the sound was rhythmic, knock, knock, knock-

It spread quietly in the dark night.

Wang Mazi, who was resting vigilantly with his eyes closed, turned over from the bed when he heard the sound, and then walked to the firewood room, that is, the stove where the kitchen stacked firewood, and put his ear to the wooden window.

Wang Mazi borrowed to live in Uncle Zhao's house, Uncle Zhao lived in the back room, and Wang Mazi lived in a side room close to the kitchen.

The rooms on both sides were far away, and this slight movement did not alarm Uncle Zhao at this moment.

"Kurobe-kun......"

A deliberately muffled voice came from outside the window, speaking in Japanese......

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