I fought guerrilla warfare in the Yimeng Mountains during the Anti-Japanese War

Chapter 527 Chinese Cabbage

Aunt Lu's cooking skills are very good, even Song Zihan, who has always been picky about food, praised it highly. The wine was opened, and Song Zihan refused for a long time, but finally poured himself a big bowl of it in the surprised eyes of the old lady.

Lu Feihu refused to drink. In the Mengshan area, his responsibilities were greater than Chen Feng's. Not to mention the Mengshan headquarters, the Dawa family village, the pharmaceutical factory and the arsenal in the Lijiashiwu, and the airport in Xiaozhaigou were all key areas among the key areas, and there must be no slack in defense.

A plate of stir-fried chicken, a pot of pork belly and cabbage, an egg with chopped green onions, a fried tofu with pickled peppers, and finally a kelp and pork ribs soup. Four dishes and one soup, a homely atmosphere. It was a rare warm moment. Instead of talking about the war, they talked about the cabbage in the village.

Yan Jiaming was overjoyed when he saw the scale of cabbage and radishes in the village. One winter and spring could fully meet Mengshan's needs. Even if he recruited another 2,000 people, it would be enough. Not only cabbage and radishes, but every household grew coriander and carrots, and also pickled a lot of onion cucumbers and green peppers. A few smart households also pickled mung beans. In winter, when there were only cabbages and radishes, cucumbers and beans were rare.

Chen Feng and Song Zihan each had a bottle and drank it with the stir-fried chicken with relish. Nowadays, when you are a guest at someone's home, eating and drinking well is the greatest respect for the host.

"Captain, you haven't fried chicken or rabbit for a long time, and I missed it! Are you busy this winter? If not, I will go hunt rabbits, and you can fry them for me then."

"Miss Song can also shoot!"

"Auntie, don't be fooled by her quiet appearance. She fights like a man and most Japanese enemies are no match for her."

Mrs. Lu picked up a piece of chicken thigh for Song Zihan, and filled her bowl with cabbage and pork belly, and said with a smile:

"Miss Song, eat more. Fighting the Japanese is tiring."

Song Zihan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and rolled her eyes at the captain. To fight the devils, she had to have a chance! The captain wouldn't let her, always saying that she couldn't explain if something happened, but was she afraid? She might be secretly afraid when hiding in bed at night, but if she really went to the battlefield, her courage would definitely not be less than her alcohol tolerance.

After finishing his meal and drinking a pot of hot tea, Chen Feng said goodbye to Aunt Lu and asked Lu Feihu to stay at home with his mother. He took Song Zihan and got some food from the jeep and wandered around the village.

It's the first snow and we're harvesting cabbages. The cabbages are still green and lush, but they need to be tied up. The fields are full of veterans who are experienced in tying cabbages. They're joking and mocking each other, saying whose cabbages don't have hearts, whose carrots have forks at the bottom. There are also family members brought by some experts and talents. There's a middle-aged woman with a southern accent. It seems she doesn't know that cabbages need to be tied up and she's humbly accepting Liu Minggui's instruction.

Xiaoguai and the little black dog were playing in the vegetable garden. Xiaoguai was very well behaved. He carefully avoided the cabbages and scolded the little black dog not to touch the cabbages. Chen Feng was moved by this scene. This was a peaceful and warm life. Damn the Japanese devils.

"Captain, are you jealous? Are you jealous? I picked two for you and I won't give you any more! You have to keep some to sell to Old Yan."

"Zheng Datou, you can keep it and sell it. I get a sore throat from eating cabbage lately, so pull out a radish and try it."

Zheng Kaishan, who was lame, pulled out two radishes, washed them in the well at the edge of the field and brought them over. Seeing that he was not mobile, Song Zihan hurried forward to take them.

"Thank you, Brother Zheng"!

Zheng Kaishan chuckled:

"Hey, Miss Song, don't be polite. They are just two carrots, not worth much. I will ask Old Yan to make up for it for me tomorrow."

After hearing the last sentence, Song Zihan's body shook noticeably. This was really some serious nonsense!

"Zheng Datou, all you know how to flatter the captain is when he comes! Several households use that well as drinking water, and you are washing radishes that you have watered with sheep dung in it. I will talk to your wife later and ask her to give you a good beating."

Song Zihan had taken a bite of the radish, but was dumbfounded when she heard those two words. Should she spit it out or not?

Zheng Kaishan became anxious.

"Blind Jin, are you really blind? When I was cultivating the sheep manure, the radish seedlings had not yet grown out. Now it's time to harvest radishes, why are you still bringing up the sheep manure?"

Blind Jin smiled with one eye:

"Miss Song, eat it! I'm just teasing the lame boy and just want to see how angry he gets."

Chen Feng was already crunching the radish. After drinking the white wine and eating the radish, his stomach turned cold in an instant.

"Zi Han, let's go! Let's go to my house and see what my father is busy with."

Song Zihan studied it for a long time and finally started to eat the radish.

"Captain, isn't it inappropriate to take me to meet your parents like this? I only have this carrot and I have already eaten it. How about I go back and prepare some oranges?"

Chen Feng didn't bother to pay attention to her. Her little face was red from drinking, and the more he paid attention to her, the more trouble he got into.

"Hey! Mu Tou~Oh, no, captain, wait for me, there is mud on my shoes."

Chen Weiping has tied up the cabbages and is using oil paper to cover the coriander beds in the yard. Xiaofeng cannot do without coriander when cooking fried chicken, fried rabbit and mutton soup. He covers them with a layer of soil and then covers them with oil paper. They will be fresh and tender when they are picked out on the 28th or 29th of the twelfth lunar month.

"Dad, I'm back."

Chen Weiping put down the tools in his hands, turned around and looked at Chen Feng and Song Zihan with a smile on his face:

"Xiaohan is back! Xiaofeng, take her to the pot room for tea. I'll wash my hands first."

Chen Weiping washed the mud off his hands and just sat down when Liu Minggui came with Xiaoguai on his neck. The little black dog couldn't find his owner and was getting anxious. After a while, Caiyun's mother also came over, as well as Heiwa's parents. They couldn't see their children often, so they would come to join in the fun no matter whose children they were.

"Xiaofeng, let's eat at home tonight! The red peppers I dried are half-dried, just right for frying a little rooster for you and Xiaohan to try."

"Dad, you kill the chicken and I'll fry it. What other meat do we have at home?"

"There's a piece of beef. If you want pork, I can go to the front and get a piece."

"In front? Who's selling pork?"

Liu Minggui explained:

"The old soldier who gave the little black dog Xiaoguai, Old Yan saw that it was inconvenient for him to take care of the vegetable garden with crutches, and it was not safe to fetch water for watering the vegetables, so he built a grocery store for him. Every day a horse-drawn carriage came to deliver supplies, and the goods were sold at a fair price. Old Yan paid him a salary, and the garden was fully stocked with chickens, ducks, fish, meat, vegetables, fruits, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar. It was very convenient."

"Okay, I'll go over and take a look later. Stay tonight and I'll cook."

The old soldier with crutches was named Gu. He was dozing off in the grocery store when he suddenly sensed some murderous aura. His vigilance from having been on the battlefield made him raise his head abruptly, and his hand had already touched the box gun on the counter.

"Why are you so excited? It's me."

"Oh, what a misunderstanding, what a misunderstanding! I'm sorry, captain. I was in a daze just now and thought the Japanese were here to snoop."

Song Zihan laughed so hard that she fell backwards. She was so happy that she couldn't help herself. You deserved it for scaring a disabled veteran. You almost made him collapse! The veteran was not only the owner of the grocery store, but also always kept a vigilant heart to guard the village.