Anti-Japanese War Korean Crazy

Han Feng: ...

"Okay, if you lose this bet, you can just lend me your Parker pen for a month, right?"

"That Browning..."

"Damn, you old fox, fine, if I lose, my Browning will still belong to you."

Chen Baoliang stopped talking, and picked up the sickle to cut quickly. Han Feng was startled when he saw it, and thought, this kid didn't specialize in harvesting heads in his previous life, right?

Xu Zilin next to her was already laughing so hard that she couldn't straighten up.

In such a pleasant atmosphere, a bumper harvest unfolded. div

512 A few pots of meat

When the millet was harvested, Han Feng unexpectedly won the competition.

Chen Baoliang lost, but he was convinced of the defeat. The straw he harvested was not uniform in length, but it was half the height of a person.

In contrast to Han Feng's achievements, the roots of the straw were neatly cut, and the pile was as tall as a person.

When the verdict was judged, Chen Baoliang said with a bitter face: "Old Han, you have won." As he spoke, he took off the Parker pen in his pocket with a look of reluctance, and handed it to Han Feng. Hesitantly flinching, he stroked his pen back and forth, as if lovingly touching his own woman, Han Feng almost got goose bumps all over his body when he saw it.

Snatching the Parker pen away, Han Feng said contemptuously, "Old Chen, what are you doing? Isn't it just a pen, and it's not like I want you to give me your wife."

Chen Baoliang said distressedly: "Take it easy, we agreed, I will only lend it to you for one month."

"understood."

"Well, Lao Han, the nib of my fountain pen spit water is relatively thin. When you use it, it is best to write in the direction. Don't use too much force, otherwise once the nib is worn out, the font will not be able to write well. , Also, be gentle when capping the pen cap, otherwise the force will be too strong and the nib will be easily broken.

There is more than half a tube of ink in the pen, which should be enough for you to use for a while. You don’t usually write much. Whenever you need it, you can come to me to suck another tube. It will be enough for you for a month.

Also, every time I run out of this pen, I must wipe off the leaked ink, and..."

Han Feng: ...

He simply threw the Parker pen that had been in his pocket for a few seconds towards Chen Baoliang, and Chen Baoliang was so frightened that he quickly caught his pen.

"Well, you really regard your own broken pen as a little daughter-in-law. I don't need it. Is this the head office?"

Chen Baoliang smiled and said, "I am very grateful."

"Don't be too happy too early. We are willing to admit defeat. It's okay not to let me use your pen, but you have to replace it with other conditions."

"Old Han, you said, as long as I don't move my pen, I can say anything according to you."

Han Feng didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Okay, if you have a good drink with me, it will be over."

Chen Baoliang asked suspiciously: "Old Han, are you going to get me drunk again?"

"How can it be? It's just that there are fewer drinking friends. Otherwise, who would like to invite you? I don't have enough wine to drink. Look at your face, old Chen. If you lose the bet, I have to buy you a drink. This bet , I’m at a loss.”

……

This work lasted from early morning to evening, and the soldiers were full of enthusiasm. Who would not want to go to lunch, so the speed of harvesting was delayed, and the final ranking could not be obtained.

After all, the team leader made it clear that only the top three platoons are eligible to eat meat.

These days, it may not be possible to taste a little bit of meat in three to five months. If there is a chance to eat meat, no one will give up easily.

In the end, the soldiers in some platoons were almost red-eyed when they harvested the straw. The mature straw in the field had been harvested, and the villagers had finished helping in the fields, so they simply rushed to the immature sorghum fields with sickles.

This startled Shi Wencai, the commander of the first battalion, and scolded those bastards after they were caught.

The sorghum is harvested a little later than the millet, because the planting time is also behind the millet, and it is not yet fully mature.

If it is cut off at this time, wouldn't it be a waste of crops?

Several red-eyed warriors who could even harvest had their heads drooped after being scolded, which made everyone laugh together.

Chen Baoliang sighed with emotion, no wonder they were called the Crazy Three Regiments, even harvesting grain was like a war, if there was a real war, it would be fine.

The cooking smoke belonging to the dinner floated up from the chimneys of the three villages and fell slowly. With the fragrance overflowing, the dinner that Han Feng specially instructed the cooking team to reward the soldiers for their work began.

The top three in the harvesting competition, as if they had won a big battle, stood up one by one with their heads held high, accepting the reward of victory: in addition to the two big steamed buns, the top of the bowl of vegetables was also Put a few thin slices of meat.

Although the meat is a little thinner, it is easy to understand that there are more wolves and less meat, but why is it dry?

A platoon leader yelled, "Old squad leader, after all, he is also a big fat man, why didn't he see even a little fat?"

The soldiers who ate the meat laughed, "That's right, we won the battle, and we were No. 1 in cutting the millet. We thought it was fat and oily, old squad leader, could it be you who cut the fat?" Has the oil been refined? What’s the use of it?”

A company commander who hadn't eaten meat cursed: "Hammer, if you don't want to eat it and feel tired, then you just honor me. I can't even see the slightest bit of meat in this bowl."

"That's right, didn't you see that the bowls of the regiment leader and the political commissar didn't have any meat at all?"

The soldiers were stunned. The soldiers who thought the meat was dry and oily, were not picky anymore, and quickly hugged their bowls tightly, as if they were afraid that others would snatch them. This scene made the soldiers amused again. They laughed.

Han Feng said loudly: "Brothers, if you persist, the hard times will be over. After this harvest, our life will be better. The hunting team specially formed by our regiment has been wandering around the mountain for several days. He made dozens of big and small traps alone.

Don't worry, meat will be available in a few days. "

ooh ooh-

"Reporting to the head, the folks are here."

Han Feng was puzzled, "What are the folks here for?"

"The folks came with several big pots, and there seemed to be meat in the pots. The folks said that our Xinsantuan helped the folks too much. The folks had no other choice but to invite us Eat some meat."

The eyes of the soldiers around who were still pawing the food in the bowl in silence all lit up, and even the movement of their hands stopped.

Han Feng looked around and scolded with a smile: "You bastards, look at all of you worthless, isn't it just a meal? I'm making you greedy. Let me tell you, let's help the villagers and protect the village. This is our duty as soldiers, don't think about eating the meat of the folks, and the folks will come after a while, let me hold back my saliva, don't embarrass me."

Ha ha ha ha--

Amidst the roar of laughter, the head of Taiyue Village took the lead and arrived with dozens of villagers. As the messenger said, he carried four or five large pots. The smell of meat wafting from the children has already made the soldiers' throats growl continuously.

"This group of worthless people." Han Feng cursed, and then, thump——

Xu Zilin: ...

Chen Baoliang: ...

Cough, cough, Han Feng stood up without changing his expression, and said to the village chief, "Old village chief, what are you doing?"

The old village head said: "Tuan Zhang, since you came to our village, your Eighth Route Army has helped us a lot, we are not those white-eyed wolves who know how to thank you and don't want to repay you.