Rain, the thirteenth day of the first month.

The sky was gray and there was no rain, but the clouds were so low that it was oppressive and breathless.

The puppet army in the stronghold was idle, as always, doing nothing, pushing pai gow to pass the time.

Xu San was not interested in this, grabbed a handful of peanuts, and went to the yard to breathe.

It's the last day of his shift, and tomorrow it's time to go home and fix up.

However, his heart does not seem to be set on this.

Because the puppet army stationed in Ping'an County will carry out a new round of construction work on the stronghold and artillery tower ten days later, on March 1 of the solar calendar.

At that time, let alone resting, I don't even know that the vacation will have to wait until the Year of the Monkey.

However, according to the history that Xu San knew, most of these turrets and strongholds were built by the surrounding villagers, and the puppet army only acted as an overseer.

In other words, a new round of catching strong men has begun.

He didn't know about the other squads, and the task of his squad was two turrets and a stronghold, and the time limit was one month.

The deadline is tight!

The task is heavy!

Xu San counted the days, and a month later it would be Qingming.

As the saying goes, Qingming is busy planting wheat, and the Qingming season is the day for sowing spring wheat in the north.

The devil's abacus is really good, and he just went back to farming after building the turret, which really squeezed the working people of China to the limit.

However, this matter belongs to a major process in history, and Xu San can't intervene.

All he could do was to let his fellow villagers get less whips and eat more of two nests.

Now the snow has begun to melt, the earth has begun to show its true colors, and some strong grass has begun to show a trace of young shoots.

Chen Changhai's injuries were basically healed, but the way he walked was still a little weird, he moved from the oblique stab to Xu San's side, and said in a low voice: "Third master, do you think I really have a problem?" ”

Xu San turned his head and looked at the unlucky boy carefully, his face was ruddy and his complexion was good, "What's wrong?" Aren't you pretty good? I don't think there's anything wrong with your injury. ”

"Is the injury in the back almost healed? But this is .....," Chen Changhai continued to say to Xu San in an inaudible voice.

Front?

What's wrong with you in front of you?

It won't be ...... Gonorrhea, syphilis, AIDS, right?

Thinking of this, Xu San was so frightened that he hurriedly jumped three feet away.

"Third master, what are you hiding, I'm not sick!" As he spoke, Chen Changhai took a step forward.

Xu San took a step back, "I know, people who are sick say that they are not sick. ”

"I'm really not sick! Just ......"

"Just what?" Xu San asked.

"It's just..... That doesn't work? ”

Damn, it turned out to be just Yang Wei, I thought it was something.

But you can't fucking do it, why did you tell me, Lao Tzu is not a doctor.

Although Xu San felt disgusted, he still patiently asked the reason.

"Third master, didn't you say that I was empty?" Chen Changhai still whispered.

Xu San nodded, I did fool you like this at that time.

"When I went back, I got some medicine, and then it didn't work!"

"Where did you get the medicine? Didn't I tell you to go to the nursery? Xu San was puzzled, the nursery hall in Ping'an City had a good reputation, and there should be no problem of selling fake medicine and eating the dead

"Isn't the medicine in the nursery too expensive, and people have backgrounds, so it's not easy for us to use strong ones, so I'll find a ......."

What did you find?

A small ad on a telephone pole?

Is there such a thing in this year?

Curious, Xu San asked, "What kind of medicine are you taking?" Where else to buy? ”

"That day, when I went to Fireworks Alley, there was a young man who looked very fair, and when he saw my face, he said that I was empty, and then recommended the Golden Gun Pill to me. I ate it after I bought it, and it was okay at the time, but then it didn't. ”

Xu San held back his joy and said in his heart, are you unlucky, or unlucky, or the expiration date of the wax has not expired?

"How many days?" Xu San continued to ask.

"It's been seven days, and so far, there has been no response at all." Chen Changhai shook his head and sighed, looking like he was going to die.

Xu San looked at his bear-like appearance, and didn't care about it, but if he didn't care, he might be stuck to this unlucky child all the time, so he had no choice but to say to Chen Changhai: "You better go to the nursery hall and have a look, people dare to give this name, there must be achievements in this area, don't be reluctant to spend money!" ”

Xu San had no choice but to tell him to go to a regular medical institution.

"Good!" Chen Changhai gritted his teeth, "I'll go to the nursery school tomorrow, and then go to find that little white face, and shoot him with one shot!" ”

Xu San also echoed fiercely, "Yes, he collapsed, Lao Tzu is the most ruthless person who sells fake medicines." ”

said that he gritted his teeth, but Xu San felt in his heart that this was a talent, and he could make fake medicine to make people Yang Wei.

If you have the opportunity to buy some points, Yin is still a good choice.

"But that kid is not a local, I'm afraid he has already run away after so many days." Chen Changhai said with a frown.

"How do you know it's not a local?" Xu San asked.

"Listen to the accent!"

"What's his accent?"

"It seems to be from the Northeast, and it speaks quite hard, and it feels like a bit of a big tongue."

Big tongue, like a Northeast accent, this can't be a little devil, right?

In Xu San's impression, only Dongying people speak Chinese with a stiff tone and a bit of a big tongue.

It's just that the little devil pretended to be a Chinese and ran to Fireworks Alley to sell fake medicines, what is this for?

This is a really intriguing question.

It won't have any connection with that special force in the Northeast, right?

Xu San is a person who understands history, and he also knows the criminal deeds of the little devils.

Since it was medicine, he couldn't help but associate him with that unit.

And this association is very relevant.

As a result, the little pill that Chen Changhai said is like a starting point in a mind map, infinitely extending many cups that may be triggered.

Xu San stood up and stretched: "Remember to call me when you go, Lao Tzu hates this kind of charlatan the most!" And he dared to deceive our masters, this is really an old birthday star eating arsenic, and he is greasy! When the time comes, catch him, so that he knows what the three eyes of the horse prince are! ”

Listening to Xu San's words, Chen Changhai immediately smiled, "Okay, with your third master's words, I will be relieved." ”

To tell the truth, Chen Changhai really didn't dare to find a field by himself, because in these years, it is easy to dodge with open guns, and it is difficult to prevent hidden arrows, and if he doesn't make trouble, he will sail in the gutter.

And with Xu San, the "gun god", he has three more points of confidence.

Carrying the gun and moving his hands and feet: "I'll go out for activities, Brother Chen, you don't have to follow, I'll be back in two hours at most." ”

"Okay, you are free, I will go back to scald the wine, and ensure that when you come back, it will be just right!"