It was already late at night, and the stars shone in the uncontaminated sky. Tell me the story of theirs.

At night, he whispered: "Stone is your nickname. Your surname is Ji and your name is Shi, so Xiao Ming is Shi."

"Oh, what day is today?"

“August 24th”

"Ah." When Ye Lei heard that it was August 24th, he thought he had heard it wrong, why is August still so cold? Looking back, it might be the lunar calendar. "What about the Gregorian calendar?"

"Huh?" Bai Yanhong looked at her son in confusion with the faint moonlight and said, "October 17th"

Looking at the mother's puzzled eyes, Ye Lei did not continue to ask which year it was. It would be strange if the child asked these questions. But it would not work if he didn't ask. So he asked again: "Does the Japanese devils often come? I remember those who escaped in the past said that there are only many Japanese people on the other side of the mountain."

"Haha, it seems that I still remember some things. They happened many years ago. No matter how many times I say it is, I always remember it. Maybe I will slowly remember it. My son is the smartest, haha. "Bai Yanhong whispered a few times and continued: "It's been several years. I think about it, that year, the Japanese devils suddenly rushed over. Later, I heard your father say that the Manchus built a Manchu country. Well, the Japanese have been crossing the river for seven years, and now it's the fifth year of Kant. If we follow the previous algorithm, it's the 27th year of the Republic of China."

"That's 1938, is that?"

"Oh, yes, it was 1938, Shi Tou is so smart." Bai Yanhong patted Ye Lei's butt.

He was slapped in his butt. Although he was the mother of this body, Ye Lei still felt goosebumps all over his body.

Feeling the child's body trembling, Bai Yanhong moved some straws and spread them on Ye Lei's body.

"Mom, have you been to the county town?"

"I went to Linjiang last year. The county is crowded. If you have to follow me in the future, you must follow my mother closely, otherwise you will be lost again."

Having said that, Ye Lei finally understood the world he was in.

Now I am sure that I have traveled to another plane on October 17, 1938. This should be Qingsong Village, Fusong County, Liaoning Province in my previous life. The reason I dare to be so sure is because in my previous life, it was because Dongzi took him to Changbai Mountain for a trip and happened to pass by Fusong, and not long after passing Donggang Town in Fusong, I overturned the mountain on a steep mountain road.

"Mom is the director of women, where is the father?" After a while of silence, Ye Lei began to ask again. Bai Yanhong did not answer this question before. After a while, Ye Lei became curious again.

"Huh~, your father used to be the captain of the militia, but later he left with the Anti-Japanese Allied Forces and has not come back for half a year." After pausing for a while, he continued: "He is a hero, and he killed many Japanese devils. Shitou, you must remember that your father is a hero, and you must be brave when you grow up, just like your father."

The one who killed the Japanese must have been a hero, and many others were killed. Whether he was his father or not, Ye Lei had a sense of respect and pride.

The conversation between the mother and the mother continued intermittently until late at night.

In the end, his young body could not bear it anymore, so Ye Lei stopped asking questions and fell asleep in a daze.

The next day, when Ye Lei got up, Bai Yanhong had already left, with half a steamed bun and half a bowl of porridge beside him. Half a steamed bun was wiped out by Ye Lei in a few bites, and the porridge was even drunk in one sip. Although the steamed bun was a little difficult to swallow, the porridge could be seen at the bottom of the bowl, but I didn't eat much yesterday and I was really hungry.

After eating, Ye Lei went out. Now he knew where he had come, and he wanted to know more about his environment.

Walking in the dilapidated village, Ye Lei looked at the busy people and paid attention without saying a word. The busy people did not pay special attention to this seemingly silent child, who was busy with his own affairs.

For three days, Ye Lei ate two meals of steamed buns and porridge every day and visited the entire village.

The entire village is on a gentle slope in a small hillside by a river, surrounded by mountains on three sides of the north and southwest, and a small river flows across the other side.

The continuous mountains are covered by primitive forests, and it is almost winter, and there is still green. They should be pine trees. Ye Lei, who grew up, cannot tell what types of these trees are.

Qingsong Village is very small. It is estimated that ten minutes will be enough to walk from the east to the west, and it is about three or four hundred meters away. None of the sparse and scattered houses are complete. There is a larger courtyard. I heard from adults that it was the home of the former landlord and traitor. Later, after being taken over by the Anti-Japanese Allied Forces, several houses outside were lived in by the poor family, and the main house was left for the peasant association, women's rescue association, militia and other organizations in the village.

The river at the east end of the village is clear and soft stones as big as fists cover the banks of the river. A wooden bridge crosses the river to connect the village to the far outside, and a dirt road extends along the east side of the river to the north between the mountains.

The gentle slopes on both sides of the river were opened into farmland by the villagers.

There were more than 300 people in Qingsong Village. This time, the Japanese came to sweep the storm. Some people had already left and defected to their relatives and friends from other places. Some were killed or arrested by the Japanese because they were unwilling to leave. Yesterday, Bai Yanhong said that there were only about 200 people left, including 140 or 50 women, less than 100 men, and only 60 or 70 people. Among these people, there were about 20 elderly people, and there were more than 30 children. Almost these children were less than 14 years old, and most of them were older than 14 and went to fight the Japanese with the troops.

There have been many people who have fled in recent years, some from surrounding villages and some from North Korea. There are many things in the villages.

Qingsong Village is at the foot of Changbai Mountain, with high mountains and dense forests. Japanese people usually don’t want to come here. Even the Anti-Japanese Allied Forces only pass by here and go into the mountains to rest. Every time the Anti-Japanese Allied Forces comes, the young and middle-aged people are rushing to join the army to fight the Japanese, because everyone here has a hatred of one kind and another with the Japanese, and most of the families have people killed or captured by the Japanese.

It was just that the men were picked out who would do farm work, so the army only picked out some good health, and in the end the others could only stay for farm work.

After sorting out some of the information he learned, Ye Lei felt a little helpless.

To learn from Nanniwan, produce and save yourself, you can see how many people the entire field can support at a glance. Just use the remaining people to work, and it is impossible to eat yourself.

Not to mention organizing the army, the remaining people are people who are somewhat disabled or are not suitable for joining the army due to various diseases and legs and feet. Well, there are really many women who are healthy. Could it be that they really want to organize a Red Detachment of Women?

Just say that they can organize, will they listen to their leader of a ten-year-old child?

The only ones left are those children. Looking at the little babies running all over the mountain with snot, Ye Lei felt uncomfortable all over. But besides these little kids, can he listen to his own words? It's gone!

It seems that I can only be a child.

Well, just like that, let them call themselves and they will also enjoy their leadership pleasure in advance, haha.

No, what will they call themselves? Jitouer. Why do they think it is weird? Jitou is just a chicken head! It’s not auspicious or unlucky.

Not to mention it, didn’t you say that you would rather have a chicken head than an ox tail? Thinking of this, Ye Lei could only comfort himself a little bit.

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Chapter completed!