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Chapter 317, delicious canned food
Liujia Village is located in an unknown small mountain depression. It can be traced back to the end of Ming Dynasty and the beginning of Qing Dynasty. Almost all people surnamed Liu fled here to avoid the flames of war.

Slowly it developed into a village.

At the entrance of the village, two seven or eight-year-old children, together with four or five younger children, were playing a game of eagle catching chickens.

No matter what age, children are the most carefree.

Yuan Lang squatted under the big tree, his eyes were full of memories.When I was young, I always looked forward to growing up, but when I grew up, I realized the troubles of adults.

Thinking back to the good times when I was a child, I just can't go back!

"Come on, kids, come to Uncle, Uncle will give you sweets."

Li Yunlong interrupted the children's game with a loud sound, holding a few pieces of chocolate candies in his stubby palm.

For children who can't even eat enough, candy is a delicacy that cannot be ignored.

But none of the children dared to move forward. An older boy said, "Mother, don't let me take things from strangers."

Another child boldly said: "He looks so fierce, he must be a human trafficker."

The other children ran away with a "wow", really like a chick being watched by an eagle.

Embarrassment was capitalized on Li Yunlong's face, human trafficker?Does he look like a villain that much?
Yuan Lang next to him couldn't help laughing, "Old Li, children are the purest. You have at least dozens of lives in your hands, and you are much more vicious than human traffickers."

Killing can change a person, especially for soldiers who are not concerned about life and death.

They may not be aware of it themselves, but others with keen senses can easily recognize his danger.

Annoyed, Li Yunlong put the chocolate candy on the ground and asked the two children who didn't run away to get it by themselves.

He walked to the shade of the tree and looked into the distance: "Get out of the car, can you get some more canned food?"

Yuan Lang couldn't help but look up at him, "This batch is enough for the whole group to feed for a month, won't there be food until the autumn harvest."

Li Yunlong said worriedly: "I visited some people in the village just now, and the grain tanks are generally bottomed out. We can last until the autumn harvest, but the common people will not last.

The political commissar discussed with me that we would give half of our food to the common people, and the rest would not be enough for a month. "

There is a saying that is widely circulated among the people that bandits are like combing soldiers like grates.

It is about bandits crossing the border to plunder, just like combing through with a comb, and there are still survivors afterwards.

The officers and soldiers plundered the people as if they were using a bamboo grate, and then they robbed them all.

Grate (bi), a combing tool for removing lice in hair, with denser teeth.

The Central Army is stationed here, and the soldiers are all hungry and emaciated, so they naturally have to collect food on the spot.

In fact, it is food grabbing.

The Central Army was beaten away, and the Japanese came.Fortunately, the requisitioned food was collected, otherwise even people and houses would have to be burned.

After being robbed by two waves of food, the people's homes were destitute, and the mice would cry when they entered the house.

Hungry people, look at the eyes of the mouse: that is the meat to walk, the food to fill the stomach.

Instead of expropriating food, they even distribute their own military rations to the common people. The whole country is the same as the Eighth Route Army Association.

Yuan Lang looked up to the sky without saying a word, and said for a long time: "I will solve the problem of food, and no one will be hungry."

Li Yunlong grinned: "I knew you wouldn't die."

A long transportation team approached from far to near. The soldiers walking in front had already seen Li Yunlong and waved happily: "Head, we are back."

There was enough canned food for more than 2000 people to feed for a month, and a dozen or so carts were pulled. Zhang Dabiao personally took people to pick it up.

The rest was ammunition, six portable radios, etc.

"Is the road going well?" Li Yunlong asked.

Zhang Dabiao replied: "Hey, the checkpoints set up by the Japanese are like paper, and I will wipe them all out with one rush.

After I took over the things, I walked back. These carts pulled too many things and were too heavy. I wasted a lot of time on the way back, otherwise it would have been earlier. "

It was all normal, Li Yunlong checked the ammunition, cans and radio, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Captain Li."

The head of Liujia Village is a middle-aged man in his forties. He brought several villagers and the children who had just escaped to apologize to Li Yunlong.

Children are ignorant, how can adults be ignorant of etiquette.

Soldiers with guns can't be messed with, and they treat the chiefs of the Eighth Route Army as human traffickers. If they are offended, they will be in big trouble.

"Quickly, apologize to the commander of the Eighth Route Army and say sorry." The village chief grabbed a child by the ear and pulled him out from behind his parents.

With tears in his eyes, the child said timidly, "Uncle, I'm sorry."

When Li Yunlong figured out the whole story, his head grew bigger. As for it?
Who do you think they are, the bandits of the Central Army, or enemies like the Japanese.

He first took out a few candies to comfort the children, and then said to the villagers: "Our Eighth Route Army is different from others. The Eighth Route Army is the army of our common people.

If you can't say a word or two, you will know later. "

"Village head, count the number of households in your village and the number of people in each household. We will distribute some food to each household. In short, we will not let everyone starve to death."

Everyone was stunned, and they all wondered if they heard it wrong?
It has always been under the rule of the Central Army, and the common people here know very little about the Eighth Route Army, and they still regard them as something along with the Central Army.

People in the village are very grateful for the fact that they don't grab things or collect food when they come.

Send them something?
This...was the first time in the world, and the villagers obviously didn't believe it.

The village chief's eyes were full of doubts, and he wondered: what tricks is this Eighth Route Army doing? Could it be that they found an excuse to recruit men?

It's not like they haven't seen the scene of the central army coming to pull young men.

It was the first time I fell into the trap, and seven or eight strong laborers were taken away from the village, and they never came back.

Later when soldiers from the Central Army came again, every household hid, and even had to hide in the mountains.

Li Yunlong once again felt that without a popular base, things are difficult to do.If it was in the base area, where would it take so much talking.

"Zhang Dabiao, you take people from door to door to distribute canned food, no matter adults or children, each person will distribute ten... no, twenty."

Zhang Dabiao froze for a moment, not understanding why the head of the regiment gave such an order.But what Li Yunlong appreciates the most is execution.

Without asking any more questions, he took a platoon of soldiers, picked up the canned box, and headed for the village.

Really fun!
The village chief was taken aback for a moment, and then expressed his thanks in ecstasy. He grabbed Li Yunlong's hand and used all the words of thanks he could think of.

"Okay, I understand what I want, you go and lead my subordinates, he doesn't know the situation in the village."

The village chief thanked him a few more times, and hurriedly turned around and chased after him.

Those few villagers were honest farmers, and Li Yunlong sent them back to collect their things after repeating the words of thanks over and over again.

Like most people in the village, Liu Deyu couldn't read a few big characters, and he didn't feel the slightest bit about the new Eighth Route Army.

The Jinsui Army, the Central Army, the Japanese, the Eighth Route Army, and the Changing King Banner at the head of the city, it doesn't matter whoever comes.

It is too late to collect food and recruit strong men, let alone get together.

But on this day, the village chief beat the gong and shouted all over the village: "Every household has gathered at the entrance of the village. The Eighth Route Army has distributed food to us. Come quickly, young and old!"

Distribute food?
Haven't heard of such a person, are you crazy?
Liu Deyu didn't believe it, and ran out the door to stop the village chief from asking.

The village chief didn't care about him, so he just said: If you go for nothing, you may not have it if you go late.

Liu Deyu still believed in the village chief, so let's go home, mother-in-law, aunt, and two half-grown boys, and the family of five went to the entrance of the village.

A lot of people had gathered at the entrance of the village, the wooden boxes were placed high, and the eight roads in military uniform were maintaining order.

The mother-in-law asked him: "The head of the house said to distribute food, where is the food?"

"I don't know, the village head won't lie."

Holding the dry pipe tightly in his hand, Liu Deyu observed the situation from left to right, and listened to others' discussions with his ears pricked up.

Auntie poked him with her hand: "Go and ask!"

Liu Deyu was a little nervous. His previous experience told him that soldiers carrying guns rarely make sense.

If you say a word wrong, you may have to be shot, and your life will be gone.

But in front of his mother-in-law and aunt, he can't admit cowardice, and he has to have the spirit of being a family leader.

Liu Deyu wiped off the sweat from his hands, and leaned forward to ask.

Those soldiers were unexpectedly kind, and patiently told him that what was packed in those wooden boxes was food, which was better than food, and it was called canned food.

"What's a can?"

"Canned food, canned food...it's just canned food!" Liu Deyu had never heard of it, let alone explained it to his mother-in-law.

"Master, why don't you ask again!"

"No, you'll know when you get it later." For the first time, Liu Deyu felt that the mother-in-law was too annoying, why did she have so many problems.

The mother-in-law was still arguing with him, and the village head came back with a gong, and walked around the village, all the old and young in the village had already arrived.

"Commander of the Eighth Route Army."

Zhang Dabiao corrected and said: "Don't call me the officer, just call me comrade."

"Hey, comrade." The village chief accompanied him carefully: "Everyone has arrived, how do you see it?"

Zhang Dabiao had no experience in doing this before, but it couldn't be easier to post something.

Each household has cans of hair per person, regardless of age.

The soldiers carried box after box of cans, not only to distribute things, but also to shorten the distance between them and the common people.

It has the same effect as carrying water and chopping firewood.

Liu Deyu's family of five received one hundred cans, which fit into two boxes.

The rectangular tin can was heavy in the hand, and the mother-in-law asked again: "This is canned food, can I eat it?"

"It should be possible!"

Liu Deyu knocked on two cans, trying to open them.But no one has ever taught him, and there is no suitable tool, so it is impossible to open it easily.

The two sons picked up stones from the ground and beat them hard, but they only dented the iron sheet.

Zhang Dabiao had foreseen that the villagers would not use it even if they got it. After all, when they first got the cans, they were no better than the fellow villagers.

"Listen to me, folks, there is a can opener in the box. I will demonstrate it to you, and everyone will follow me."

Liu Deyu looked carefully with his eyes wide open, and imitated picking up the can opener and prying open the can in his hand.

"It's called canned beef." Zhang Dabiao told everyone.

A full can, pink lumps, really looks like a lump of meat.

Liu Deyu picked a piece and stuffed it into his mouth, um, it was delicious.

He couldn't describe what kind of delicacy it was, for a person who couldn't fill his stomach, and couldn't even eat dumplings with white bread during Chinese New Year.

This is supreme delicacy.

"It's real beef!"

He dug up another piece and handed it to the old lady, "Mother, try it."

The old lady took a small bite. Her old man didn't believe in a pie in the sky, but now she believes it.

"It's true, grandson, try it."

The old man was reluctant to eat, but if he had a mouthful of delicious food, he would give it to his two grandchildren.

The two of them split up after one bite, and their eyes were almost green. The last time they ate meat, it was a roasted sparrow. There was no serious meat.

"Father, it's real meat."

"Mom, you have a taste too."

Good things have to be shared. The two children are filial, so naturally they will not forget their mother.

Liu Deyu's mother-in-law took a small sip, and a heartfelt smile appeared on her face. It was really delicious, even better than Chinese New Year dumplings.

As for this can, their family got a hundred cans.If you eat a can for half a month, you can eat it for three or four years.

Thank you Eighth Route Army...

Every household received canned food, tasted the sweetness, and thanked them from the bottom of their hearts.

The favorability of Eight Route Gold directly soared from zero to the peak.

In the face of the people's heartfelt thanks, Zhang Dabiao's mood is very complicated.

This time, he directly distributed the whole regiment's rations for one day.

Liujia village has been issued, what about other villages?

Before distributing the canned food, he had already learned from the head of the group about the decision to help the common people solve their hunger problem.

Obviously, this is just the beginning, and there is more to come.The cans that haven't been heated yet, I have to say goodbye to them.

Of course, the people's soldiers of the Eighth Route Army, fellow villagers have difficulties, and they must provide help if conditions permit.

The fellow villagers felt happy from the bottom of their hearts after receiving the cans, and Zhang Dabiao also had a sense of accomplishment.

Li Yunlong and Yuan Lang stood watching all this from a distance.

"Canned food has relatively high energy. A canned food with wild vegetables and a little cornmeal can barely meet a person's daily needs." Yuan Lang analyzed calmly.

The number of troops and the number of people here is several times different.Even if there are few people in the mountainous area, it is roughly estimated that there are nearly people within a hundred miles.

If one person eats one catty of grain a day, 1 people can consume catties.

It's okay for a short time, but he can't afford it after a long time.

"Don't worry, the grain in the field is about to be harvested, and it will be a big deal to return your grain at that time." Li Yunlong joked with a smile.

Yuan Lang was speechless, knowing that he would not want it, so he used nice words to prevaricate people.

"Do you still need people from Eighth Road? I am willing to join Eighth Road!"

The villagers who received the canned food were very fond of the Eighth Route Army. Even if they could only eat the canned food, many people actively wanted to be the Eighth Route Army.

In a blink of an eye, each arm was raised above the head, and the scene was like a frying pan.

Yuan Lang glanced at Li Yunlong: "Yes, there is an unexpected joy. Once the canned food is distributed, the work of the political commissar will be saved."

(End of this chapter)