Where is this?

Wei Ran smoothly pushed the corn stalks from the mouth of the stove into the stove, while his eyes were wandering around blindly.

There are four stoves lined up in this room, some are frying pancakes, some are simmering a large pot full of beef offal, and there is another small pot simmering a small amount of hot stew.

Next to another stove, someone was using a frying spoon to reach into the stove. When the oil inside was heated, he poured it into a large bowl with chili powder.

This food is too good...

Wei Ran muttered secretly, and at the same time couldn't help but swallow again.

He didn't know what was going on. He was really hungry now, and he was also greedy. He was also hungry for the large pancakes that were almost half a meter thick and stacked on the curtain not far away.

A big pot full of beef offal.

Of course, being greedy will not affect his judgment.

Not to mention anything else, he could roughly guess from the calm movements of the noodle maker, the not-so-large piece of dough and the small half pot of hot stew that could feed up to four or five people.

I'm probably trying to make a small fuss for someone.

"Xiaowei, hurry up and get a bucket of cold water. You want it fresh from the well, not from the vat." As the noodle maker ordered, he didn't forget to kick a wooden bucket next to him.

"Okay!"

Wei Ran, who had already been burned by the fire and was dripping with sweat, stood up before he finished speaking, picked up the barrel and walked outside.

Leaving the hot kitchen, Wei Ran immediately saw a well in the corner of the yard and a leafy jujube tree growing diagonally against the wall, with half-sized fruits already hanging on it.

May or June? Wei Ran walked to the edge of the well muttering secretly.

He first looked into the well mouth and saw that the end of the windlass rope had sunk into the water. He immediately reached out and shook the handle of the windlass.

After a while, the wet hemp rope pulled a tin bucket that was constantly leaking up little by little.

When the bucket of water was poured into the wooden bucket, only half of the bucket was leaking.

Throwing it back into the well, Wei Ran swung the rope to let the bucket sink while also looking at his outfit.

On her feet, she wears a pair of round-mouth cloth shoes with her big toes exposed, and leggings on her calves. There is also a big patch sewn on her pants, especially from the crotch to the inner thighs and even the buttocks.

In addition, there is a cloth rope belt tied around his waist, and his upper body is covered with a double-breasted white cloth jacket that is see-through on both sides and is extra cool. Even around his neck, there is a white towel soaked in sweat.

Is it really a cavalry this time? A cavalry on the stove?

Wei Ran murmured secretly, while vigorously shaking the windlass to carry the second bucket of water and fill the wooden bucket.

"Gululu..."

Before he could pick up the bucket of water, his stomach once again made a series of noises, seduced by the aroma of food wafting from the east wing.

What the hell, he's a stove cavalry who was reincarnated as a starving ghost...

Wei Ran muttered something mockingly to himself, picked up the wooden bucket filled with water, and glanced at the main room of the courtyard.

The three main houses were built with gray bricks and gray tiles, but the doors were closed, and there were two men standing guard at the door with guns on their backs.

Without looking further, he decisively carried the water back to the east wing.

"Pour it all into the basin and bring another bucket over."

The noodle-slicing master instructed. In such a short time, the dough he held on the wooden board was almost gone.

Wei Ran simply poured the bucket of water into the large wooden basin next to him, turned around and walked out with the bucket.

This time, before he could reach the edge of the well, a soldier ran in quickly and asked, "Wei Ran, which one is Wei Ran?"

"I am!" Wei Ran said quickly.

"Come with me!" Before the soldier could finish his words, he had already turned around and ran out.

Glancing at the noodle maker who came out of the east wing to watch the fun, Wei Ran waited for the latter to nod, then put down the barrel in his hand and ran out of the yard, which was not that big.

It wasn't until he passed through the door that he realized that this seemed to be a cross-yard.

"Follow up quickly," urged the soldier who had already walked out more than ten meters.

Hearing this, Wei Ran didn't have time to take a closer look and quickened his pace to keep up with him.

Led by the hurried soldier, Wei Ran almost jogged all the way to another adjacent yard.

This courtyard is larger than the small courtyard just now. There are also many soldiers in the courtyard who are cleaning their guns, polishing their sabers, or simply mending clothes or smoking dry cigarettes.

In the corner, there is even a stove like a blacksmith shop, which is clanging and hammering red horseshoes.

"Follow up quickly"

The soldier leading the way urged again, and led Wei Ran, who quickened his pace, into the westmost room in the row of main rooms.

"Report!"

The soldier stood outside the door and shouted loudly.

"Come in! Come in quickly!"

Before he finished speaking, the bamboo curtain was opened from the inside, and a soldier with thick eyebrows and big eyes greeted enthusiastically with a slight Shanxi accent, "Are you Wei Ran? Come on, come on! Look at these two, do you recognize them?"

I don’t know him!”

After bending down and getting into the relatively cool room, Wei Ran couldn't help but be startled when he saw the other two young people standing up in the room.

The two men each wore a new military uniform, with a nine-dragon belt on their chests, and each also had a box cannon.

The man on the left wears a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and has a bookish air about him, but the man on the right has a completely opposite temperament.

"Brother Wei!" The two of them shouted the same title almost in unison.

"Follow...Xiao Li!"

When Wei Ran came back to his senses, he couldn't help but shiver, and hugged Li Sui'an in his arms - he finally saw someone he had seen before! And he also recognized himself!

"There's me too!" Zhao Jinyu laughed and said.

Compared with Bai Guang before, this Zhao Jinyu is not only much stronger, but also taller, with more than half his head taller.

As for Li Sui'an, he is also a bit stronger than he looked in his memory. At the same time, although the bookish aura about him is still there, it has faded a lot.

"Is your kid's injury healed?" Wei Ran asked in surprise.

"Okay! After raising it for more than half a year, it's finally healed!"

As Zhao Jinyu spoke, he had already unbuttoned his Nine Dragon Belt and unbuttoned it, showing the horrific scar left on his stomach after it had healed, "No root cause of the disease was left!"

"And you?"

Li Sui'an also asked, "Brother Wei, how did you survive?"

Hearing this, Wei Ran couldn't help but tremble, and deliberately patted the other party's shoulder with his left arm that was shot off by a machine gun in Teng County. Seeing that he didn't look surprised at all, he couldn't help but sigh secretly in his heart.

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He had already guessed that the reason why he appeared here with all his hair and tail must be because the metal book slightly changed some of Li Sui'an's memories.

"I survived by hiding among the corpses," Wei Ran sighed.

"My third brother..."

"He...he didn't survive." Wei Ran sighed, "He and the Japanese died together."

For a moment, the room, which was not that big, became quiet, but the soldier with thick eyebrows and big eyes left silently, and whispered instructions to the soldier who came with the guard outside the door.

"It's okay, it's okay." Li Sui'an wiped his face, "At least I didn't become a deserter."

"How did you two meet?"

Wei Ran took the initiative to change the topic and asked.

"It's a long story."

Zhao Jinyu asked the two of them to sit down first, pointed to the door and said, "That was my brother-in-law's brother just now. His name is Ma Jintao, and he is also the commander of this cavalry company."

After introducing the identity of the soldier just now, Zhao Jinyu and Li Sui'an also exchanged words with each other, mixed with Wei Ran's random fabrications, and briefly described their respective experiences.

According to Wei Ran's information, after Yang Shiyi blackmailed her uncle into sending the two of them to prison, Wei Ran left first on the pretext of delivering a letter.

After the separation, Zhao Jinyu traveled all the way on the Yang family's horse team and finally arrived in Shanxi and was sent to the home of his second sister Zhao Jinlan.

Since then, Zhao Jinyu has been waiting for news about his eldest brother Zhao Jinge. This wait lasted until May of the next year.

By that time, Zhao Jinyu's injury had already healed, and he even temporarily found a job as a nurse at his brother-in-law's house.

But he couldn't settle down at all, and he really couldn't dream of going back as soon as possible. In the middle of May of this year, Yang Shiyi entrusted the Yang family's caravan to bring him a letter.

This letter was ghostwritten by Yang Shiyi, written for Hu Bazhi and Tian Xiaohu. According to what was said in the letter, due to the situation, all the anti-alliance fighters chose to lie dormant, asking him not to come back in a hurry, and to protect the flag.

Seeing that he could not go back to the white mountains and black waters to fight the Japanese together, Zhao Jinyu simply went to his brother-in-law and begged to take him to the battlefield.

Originally, Ma Jintao didn't want to take his brother-in-law with him.

This is not to say that Zhao Jinyu can't stick to the wall, he is really worried that his father-in-law's youngest son will be killed on the battlefield.

Later, it was Zhao Jinyu's second sister, Zhao Jinlan, who spoke, and Ma Jintao made up his mind to put his brother-in-law into his cavalry company as a communications soldier.

Compared with Zhao Jinyu, who joined the cavalry company through "nepotism", Li Sui'an is different.
To be continued...