My aunt held the money in her pocket, thought for a while, and took out only two pieces, and hid the rest carefully in a hole in the wall.

She stuffed the original half-splied bricks, and she looked carefully again, feeling nothing was wrong, so she picked up a pocket and hurried out to buy food.

It costs fifty or sixty yuan. If it weren’t for Sun Hongshan to get medicine and treat the disease, eating sorghum and corn would be enough for the family to spend five or six months or even longer.

But now I have to plot against the flowers, and my aunt still decided to go out to beg for food frequently. If the second kicker stumbling around to do some work, she would have been able to survive for almost three or four months.

My aunt already has plans for the future.

When Sun Hongshan was so good, he bought some beans and grinds tofu to sell. He didn't ask how much it could be sold, and then exchanged the tofu for beans. If he could get some tofu at home, he could continue to hold on.

After buying the grain, my aunt cooked sorghum porridge, pasted pancakes next to the pot, and cut some pickles. This was a rare and good meal.

I felt sorry for Damei. No matter how much the money she brought back, I couldn't let Erdan be too harsh.

It was dark, and Sun Hongshan slowly walked back with a cane. It was sent by Lao Zhou. When he arrived at the door, Lao Zhou said that he would not go in for dinner and turned around and left.

My aunt hurriedly helped the man into the house and set it on the small kang table. After a while, the second child also entered the house and arranged the food, and the whole family started to eat.

Erdan and his aunt learned about selling charcoal and plums to supplement their household expenses today.

Sun Hongshan frowned and said nothing. After a while, he sighed and said, "Where did Damei get so much money? I don't think I can spend money indiscriminately?"

The aunt was stunned, stopped chopsticks, and said hesitantly: "Damei is a good child, don't think about it. If you are really worried, let Erdan sweep it carefully next time. That Liucun Zhao, Zhao——"

"Old Zhao's Han family." Erdan said, "That Aunt Zhao is very nice, and she keeps praising my sister!"

Sun Hongshan's face cleared a little, and he ate silently. After the meal was finished, he sat on the edge of the kang, smoking his cigarette puff, as if he was thinking about something.

After washing the dishes, my aunt brought a bowl of steaming boiled water into the house and handed it to the man. She took two shovels of hot red charcoal from the stove and added it to the brazier.

Sun Hongshan pounded and pounded the cigarette pipes and said slowly: "Don't spend the money Damei brought back. I just need to take care of my disease slowly, and there is no need to take medicine."

The aunt looked at the man's face and said tactfully: "The flowers that should be bloomed will not move a single child that should not be bloomed, so you don't have to worry too much."

Sun Hongshan paused, his voice lowered a little, and said, "I heard that Dongshan has the Eighth Route Army living, and treating others with kindness is the world of poor people. I plan to accumulate some payment and move to the other side step by step!"

The aunt was silent for a moment and said, "I heard some of these words when I was begging for food in a different village, but I heard them and could not be correct."

"You have to leave here no matter what you say!" Sun Hongshan said firmly.

My aunt complained secretly, thought for a while, and said, "There are artillery towers, guard posts, digging vegetables, and chopping wood on the main roads and small roads to Dongshan. How can we go there?"

Sun Hongshan frowned, pondered for a while, and said with uncertainty: "There is always a way, right?"

"Then find a way to leave after winter!" My aunt heard that her husband was no longer so determined, so she delayed, "I can still pick up charcoal to grow stoves here."

Sun Hongshan thought for a while and nodded, "Then let's talk about the New Year. I'll see if I can see Damei during this period. It's best to let her family come to discuss it."

"Yes, we can't leave her alone, right?" My aunt said as she said, but her heart was a little more at ease.

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The oldest miner in the Kilnhuzhuang has forgotten his original name by people, and the villagers call him Laoyao Head.

This lonely old man was very old. He knew all the old things in the mines and villages, and he could also tell the ancient and modern times. "The Three Kingdoms", "Water Margin", and "The Biography of Yue Fei" were vivid and often attracted a room of people.

But the small house where the old kiln lived was really not a favor. Most of it was buried underground, and the small half was exposed on it. There was a layer of sorghum on the top, and a thick layer of soil was cultivated, like a cellar.

Tonight, a few more people sat in the small house in Laoyao Head, but he was not telling stories, but discussing things.

"The road to Shilangyu has been discovered. It is very secret. It can bypass the Japanese artillery tower, but the road is not easy to walk." Old Zhou said slowly: "We have planned before. We will transport the copper moraine into the mountains in winter to burn sulfur. I think we can start now."

"Yes, the north wind blows a lot, and the smell of sulphur is not easily smelled." Laoyao Head agreed.

"It will take a lot of people to transport the copper radius into Shilang Valley and burn sulfur, and it will not take a moment to do it!" A miner said with some doubts: "There are so many people missing in the mine all at once, so it will cause people to be suspicious, right?"

"I thought of this too." Lao Zhou said confidently: "The work of transporting copper dikes and burning sulfur is divided into two parts, and people take turns to do it. First transport the copper dikes into Shilangyu and hide them in a hidden place. One person carries thirty or forty kilograms, and you can come back in one night. I calculated that we are divided into two shifts, and we will almost complete the transportation for a month. But we have to work hard, and we don't have a good rest at night, so we have to go down the well to make a living during the day."

"I'll see if one person carries 60 kilograms, and we'll try to finish it in half a month." Laoyao'er smiled and said, "Get a few wooden boards and tie a rope. Now there is snow on the ground. We can drag and carry it. What do you think?"

"This method is good, wooden boards are used as sledges." The miner named Shuanzi is a naughty man, and he heard it well, "How about we carry a hundred pounds."

"It's only about sixty kilograms." Old Zhou smiled and patted Shuanzi on the shoulder and said to everyone: "As for burning sulfur, it's much easier. I found an excuse and told me to go out for a long time. I found two or three helpers to do it in a few days."

"I'm the one." A middle-aged miner said in a muffled voice: "Brother, my family is not hungry after eating, and the people who are fishing in the mine for three days and drying the net for two days are not suspicious."

"With Brother Hei Niu, we only have enough people to burn sulfur." ​​Lao Zhou did not mention Zhao Tie and Zhuzi, and he might send people from the mountains. These are all kept confidential and cannot be told to outsiders.

"What about the charcoal? Can it be transported away like this?" Shuanzi asked.

The copper moraine is very heavy, but the sulfur burned out is not as heavy as it is easier to transport it away. But coal is different. There are multiple weights here, and there are multiple weights along the way. It is feasible to transport it into Shilangyu by manpower, but it is not easy to transport it into the mountains.

"This is more difficult." Old Zhou shook his head and said, "Let's find another way to transport the copper radius away first. I think, let's start from tomorrow!"

Everyone agreed and began to discuss the details of the action.

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Plate buckle, pull the bolt, push the bullet to load, aim, shoot... If these steps can be performed as fast as possible, after the first shot, it is possible to shoot the enemy again before the enemy can react.

The accuracy of shooting does not require hard practice, but is upgraded by killing. Chen Chen realized that mastering the ability to shoot quickly is a way to kill more enemies.

Pulling the bolt and pushing the bullet to load is a mechanical action, and no matter how fast the action is, there is no room for improvement; to shoot the second shot at the shortest time interval, Chen Chen believes that the key is aiming.

A few incense heads emitted a faint light in the dark and long mine tunnel, and Chen Chen pulled the plate machine.

With the dull sound echoing in the alleyway, his lying posture did not change. He quickly pulled the bolt, pushed the bullet, moved the muzzle slightly, aimed at another little dark light, and pulled the plate machine again...

Bullets are shot one by one, and practice makes perfect. Some people say that "good marksmanship is fed by bullets." Just like many masters who use pistols do not need to aim, but shoot with their hands and feel.

Chen Chen felt that this 38-large cover became more and more part of his body. Every time he fired and every back seat, he became more and more harmonious with his body's adaptation.

Fortunately, there were several captures, and for a sniper, there are plenty of bullets at present.

You should know that the ammunition carried by the Japanese individual soldiers consists of two front boxes and one rear box, and the back box also comes with a gun oil pot. Each front box can hold thirty rounds of bullets, and each rear box can hold 60 rounds of bullets, which can carry a total of 120 rounds of bullets.

Therefore, even if this makes many people feel distressed, Chen Chen's bullets are enough to use.

The feeling was getting more and more subtle and accurate. Chen Chen was wearing a pair of single gloves on his hands. Although it was very tight and fitting, he still had to adapt better.

Veterans often use plate-tap machines to grind hard calluses on their index fingers, just like often carrying guns will leave marks on their shoulders.

In the enemy-occupied area, the enemy often conducts such observations during investigations. Chen Chen just doesn't want to leave such flaws.

If he was not afraid before, Damei, who was born in a poor family, was still missing a calluse on her hands?

But his recent physical changes have forced him to act carefully. As he grows taller, his skin becomes whiter and thinner, and the calluses on his hands become increasingly less obvious as if they are soaked in warm water and slowly soften and fall off.

What will it become in a while?

Chen Chen asked for twenty or thirty bullets before he finished training tonight. He took off his gloves and looked at it thoughtfully.

It seems that it is becoming more and more like a woman's hands, developing more and more in a slender and soft direction, but when one is leaning and one is stretched, one can feel the increase in strength.

This is really a contradictory combination. Chen Chen seemed to have some uncertain judgment, that is, this woman's body may not become very masculine due to the upgrade of her skills, such as becoming a strong tomboy.

But his strength and speed are indeed growing, and he is hidden in his growing body.

After gradually adapting to and getting used to this new body, Chen Chen's thoughts are gradually changing.

I thought it well before, and I was free and free by myself, following the guidance of fate to kill the Japanese and traitors.

But some of the difficulties in reality are difficult to overcome, which has to make him think more and try to find another choice.

The biggest difficulty is the supply of materials, such as salt, grain and other daily necessities. Some of them cannot be obtained through seizure, so you have to sneak out of the mountains and forests to purchase them from time to time.

In the enemy-occupied area, it is not that you can travel without any flaws. The Japanese and traitors do not care whether there is conclusive evidence or not.

What's more, through Aunt Zhao's attitude and performance, Chen Chen also realized that the danger of walking outside as Damei was very high.

Even men, depending on their own nature, may not be suitable for staying in the enemy-occupied area?

Chen Chen is not self-comfort, but the truth.

Walking naked in a world full of jackals, although there is no much trouble when checking, it is not his personality to be slaughtered.

Carrying weapons, even short spears and daggers, greatly increases the risk of exposure.

Has it been solved by joining an anti-Japanese team and fighting side by side with his comrades? Chen Chen had such thoughts, but he was not very sure, and he also felt that it was not so easy and simple.

After cleaning up the "underground shooting range", Chen Chen climbed down the wind tunnel to the ground, stood under a tree, and looked into the distance.

The cold air made him feel more flexible. The snow-covered woods and mountains stretched to the distance, as if showing him the road to the future.

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Shilangyu is a mountain slip of more than ten kilometers long and is an important road leading to the mountainous base. The Japanese set up posts and artillery towers at the entrance of the valley and along the way, and firmly blocked them.

On both sides of Shilang Valley are high and low mountains, with thorns and trees covering the sky. There is neither people nor anyone coming in because of the forbidden mountains. It seems that it is more quiet.

A gust of wind blows, and the wind contains a pungent smell. If you climb up the hill in this unknown high and low mountain, you can see a small valley at the foot of the mountain.

And just among the pile of snow-covered rocks, a blue flame was flashing, and you could hear the crackling sound.

The pillar had already thrown off the felt hat and was wearing only a clamped jacket. He was smashing the large copper moraine with a hammer.

The snow around was cleared out, only a dozen meters in radius. A earth stove was on fire, and a winding chimney was followed by a curved chimney on the earth stove, and choking smoke came out of the chimney.

That's right, Zhao Tie, Zhuzi, Hei Niu, and Li Shifeng, who was sent from the mountain base, were burning sulfur in this more secret place.

Because sulfur smoke has a choking smell and poisonous smell. If it wasn't for winter, if it wasn't for the northwest wind, if there weren't no people in the north of Shilangyu, they wouldn't dare to do this.

The black bull's face was wrapped tightly. He looked at the pot carefully by the stove, stirring it with wooden sticks from time to time, and piled up a small pile of boiled sulfur blocks beside him.

Seeing that the Zhuzi had almost smashed, he put down his hammer, put on the cotton jacket beside him, ran to the stove to warm up for a while, greeted Hei Niu and Li Shifeng, raised his legs and walked up to the top of the mountain.
Chapter completed!