Chinese like to get together, this is a constant thing for the ages, people start to get together, things will naturally become more and more, the most unbearable thing for the wounded soldiers is the food in the shelter. The Yunnan army is better than the poor and white Sichuan army, but it will not take a lot of food to the wounded soldiers in the shelter, and two meals a day are dry and thin, which is the daily food level of the shelter.

In May, the weather is getting hotter and hotter, and people's anger becomes more and more irritable as the temperature rises. "What the fuck is this? Rice porridge is scarce and can be used as a mirror, and there is only one bowl for each mother, so it is better to starve the old men to death. An earthen bowl was vigorously thrown on the ground outside the stove, and the earthen bowl was torn apart, and the rice porridge in the bowl was also scattered on the ground. A bald-headed wounded soldier with a scar on his face was standing outside the stove and swearing.

"It's all something with a black heart, Lao Tzu's injuries are also for fighting devils, give us such things now, it's better to stay at home and farm, so you can't starve your stomach." When the bald wounded soldier saw that the number of people gathered around him gradually increased, he scolded more and more vigorously. The stationmaster, who was wearing a pair of glasses, was also dragged into the courtyard by the other wounded soldiers, and after only one punch and kick, the stationmaster, who liked to speak softly, was beaten and paralyzed in the courtyard.

"What's going on over there? Sounds like a mess. "The courtyard of the shelter was filled with the shouts of wounded soldiers, but there was nothing to do in their warehouse in Tangcheng. They never talked much to those wounded soldiers when they were cooking, especially Ma Fatzi was stewing meat today, and Liu Shishi couldn't go out of the warehouse to talk to those dirty guys.

The youngest Zhang Xiaobao was an active person who couldn't sit still, and after listening to Tang Cheng's words, he ran to the door of the warehouse in a few steps and looked out for a while before turning back. "It was the bald head who was making trouble last time, I watched them all beat the stationmaster's face covered with blood, and I didn't hear what they were shouting, this will be the time to start the meal, and it is estimated that it is also a matter of food." After listening to Zhang Xiaobao's words, Li Shishi and the others were very unimpressed, the wounded soldiers in the courtyard had made trouble for food not once or twice, and it was estimated that this would still be the case.

Liu Shishi and they didn't take it seriously, and Tang Cheng, who was busy scooping meat from the big pot, didn't take it seriously, now is the time to eat, and filling your stomach is the right thing. Misfortune and fortune often do not appear according to personal will, just like now, Tang Cheng They don't think that the wounded soldiers in the courtyard have anything to do with them for food, but the wounded soldiers in the courtyard don't think so. Although the fat man had closed the door of the warehouse, the smell of stewed meat had already drifted out, and the wounded soldiers who couldn't eat enough to eat smelled the stew, so they would only transfer the anger in their hearts to Tang Cheng and them.

"Brothers, we were wounded by the devils, but we were left here without food or drink. The guys of unknown origin in the warehouse are not from our Yunnan army, why do they have stewed meat to eat, I see those guys every day, they are all dressed in oily and slippery, and even that little cub has endless fried peanuts in his pocket, why do we have to starve and suffer from cold? The bald-headed wounded soldier who provoked the incident waved his arms, and the wounded soldiers gathered around turned their heads to look at the closed warehouse, and they all knew that the smell of stewed meat in the yard wafted from the warehouse.

The person in the entire containment station who can say that he knows the details of Tang City is the stationmaster here, and the stationmaster, who has been covered in blood by the wounded soldiers, laughs secretly, he wishes that these stupid and angry guys will find the trouble in the warehouse. But as long as the defeated soldiers are withdrawn from the front battlefield, few of them will keep their weapons and ammunition like Tang Cheng and them, especially the defeated soldiers who can take out two gold bars for themselves at a time are even rarer, could such a guy be a nobody?

The stationmaster who was slumped on the ground smiled at the corner of his mouth, seeing that these wounded soldiers had gone to the warehouse under the leadership of the bald head, and he was sore all over his body, just waiting to see a good show. Tang Cheng and the others entered the containment station at night, and the medicine for the weapons they carried with them was also put away, so the wounded soldiers in this courtyard didn't know that Tang Cheng and their hia were carrying their weapons. If they knew that the nine of them in Tang Cheng had firepower that was not weaker than that of an infantry squad of the Japanese army, they would definitely not stupidly follow that bald head to the warehouse to make trouble.

"This is the territory of our Dian army, why do they, who don't know the roots, be fed and clothed all day long? The place where we use the Dian army should have some blood, brothers, support the bold and starve to death the cowardly, and the men will follow Lao Tzu to their side to eat meat. Under the bewitchment of the bald wounded soldier, all the wounded soldiers in the courtyard who could move rushed towards the warehouse in a huff, and the few guys who were pushed in front had already smashed the warehouse door with their fists.

The commotion outside the door had already been transmitted into the warehouse, Tang Cheng and they would not be able to hear it, Liu Shishi and the others had already put down the bowl in their hands and looked at Tang Cheng, but Tang Cheng was taking care of himself and munching on the steaming stew, and he didn't pay attention to the noise coming from outside the door at all. "Ma Fatzi is afraid that someone will come to rob us of the stew, so he deliberately put three poles behind the gate, don't look at the number of them, if you want to break open the gate on top of the three poles, you will definitely not be able to do it. Hurry up and eat meat, it will be cold after a while, and the horse fat man's craftsmanship is good. ”

Although Tang Cheng said it with certainty, Liu Shishi, who was always uneasy, still went to the gate to check the bar at the top door, and after confirming it with his own eyes, Liu Shishi rushed into the crowd with a shout and grabbed the meat in the iron pot. Ma Fatzi stewed meat is not a lot, the Manchu Communist Party only has less than three catties of meat, it is said that less than three catties of meat is not enough for the nine of them in Tangcheng, so Ma Fatzi also deliberately added a lot of dried vegetables to the stew, as a result, almost all of them patted their stomachs and said that when they ate and supported, they used to hold a lot of meat pieces left in the iron pot in the stew.

Tang Cheng, who was pinching a thin wooden branch and picking his teeth, glanced at the iron pot with a lot of meat left, and couldn't help but sigh, obviously, everyone also stuffed a stomach full of dried vegetables like himself, and he didn't eat much stew. "I don't think you're hungry, but if you really get hungry, let alone meat, or a bubble of hot shit in front of you, I guess you'll pounce on it and take a few bites." Tang Cheng's ridicule attracted everyone's angry eyes, and the key was that what he said was too disgusting.

There was a group of guys who wanted to rush in and grab meat to eat outside the door, and they didn't have the habit of leftovers in Tang Cheng, under Tang Cheng's "forcibies", the youngest Zhang Xiaobao and Lin Ying filled all the remaining pieces of meat in the iron pot into their stomachs with tears in their eyes. "Hey, that's right, there's so much meat left in the pot, I thought you didn't like meat. We'll eat it all and don't have a bite left, and we'll have another stew in a few days, until you get sick at the sight of meat. The other people who were crooked were laughed by Tang Cheng's words, and only the two of them, whose mouths were stuffed with tears but shining in their eyes, nodded fiercely.

The meat in the iron pot was eaten clean, and even the remaining oil flowers were drunk by Ma Fatzi with hot water as soup, Tang Cheng took a few puffs of cigarettes, and then asked Hou San and Wu Laosan to go over and open the door of the warehouse. Many wounded soldiers had come in the warehouse at the shelter, but they didn't want to sleep here because they thought it was too empty and dilapidated. It's just that I didn't expect that I hadn't come in for more than a month, and the originally dilapidated and empty warehouse had been sorted out by Tang Cheng and others like a home, a real home.

Mu Lianshan took Liu Shishi, Tan Fei and others to haunt the local big families all day long, and after seeing a doctor, he also got back a lot of sundries that the big families planned to discard, and Hou San and Dice, who were good at living a hard life, used these things that others couldn't use to decorate the empty warehouse. Ma Fatzi has his own stove and a complete set of cooking household goods, Lin Ying has the necessary needlework, scissors, and thimbles for female dependents, and Zhang Xiaobao has the opportunity to fiddle with toys while wiping the gun. What's even more unusual is Tang Cheng's serious injury, Liu Shishi and Tan Fei actually got him a reclining chair, and he could lie under the hole in the warehouse every day and bask in the sun without money.

The large wooden barrels for bathing, the not-so-new but absolutely clean bedding, the stacks of books and the pen and paper for writing all made the wounded soldiers who entered the warehouse dumbfounded, and they definitely did not expect that the dilapidated warehouse, which they did not look down on, would be so well organized. "Talk, what is the purpose of slamming the door without dying?" Seeing that some of the wounded soldiers were staring at the iron pot on the stove without blinking, Hou San deliberately pretended not to know anything and asked, anyway, the stew has been eaten up, what does it have to do with these people not drooling.

"Don't talk nonsense, you are not from our Dian army, and this warehouse cannot be used for you in vain. Either give some blood to the brothers, or just get out of the shelter, and don't wait for the old men to kick you out. The bald-headed wounded soldier in the lead spoke with disdain. There are only 9 of them in Tang City, and there are a few of the 9 people who are also injured, and there are dozens of people on their side, so it is easy to clean up these 9 people.

"Bleeding? What kind of blood comes out? How? Hou San glanced at Tang Cheng out of the corner of his eye, and saw that Tang Cheng was still sitting and smoking, and Hou San, who was secretly laughing, planned to continue to pretend to be stupid. Turning around and walking to his bed, he drew an unusually clean bayonet that had been wiped, Hou San stood in front of the bald wounded soldier again and said with a dark smile, "Bleeding? I just cut a hole in my body to get some blood out, I know. That's what happened when I saw those street thugs grabbing turf in Yellowstone, whoever made the big cut and bleed more was the boss, but are you sure you want to compete with me to make a cut on yourself? ”