Siheyuan: Married a female spy at the beginning of 1944

He Yuzhu, who was originally sad, felt a little better after hearing Yueyaer's words.

No matter what, he at least still has a father, but Yueyaer has no relatives at all.

"Yueyaer, don't be sad. If your mother knew your current situation, she would be relieved in heaven."

"Well, my mother will definitely see it. Brother Zhuzi, what do you want to do in the future? Be a chef like your father?"

He Yuzhu had never thought about this kind of question.

He felt that since his father was a chef, it was only natural for him to be a chef.

“What else can I do if I’m not a chef?”

"Why don't you join the Eighth Route Army like me and become a soldier of the people?"

If He Yuzhu was in Peking at that time, Yueyaer would pull him into the team.

He definitely wouldn't want to.

But in this place, he still wanted to join the team.

"Can they? Will they want me?"

Children of the same age as He Yuzhu have been assigned some small tasks within their capabilities.

But He Yuzhu was not arranged.

So He Yuzhu felt that he was being excluded.

My father is not the same as the father of these children.

The fathers of these children are all revolutionary fighters, and these children are proud of this.

His own father was a cook, so he had nothing to be proud of.

"Of course, as long as you apply, they will definitely accept it. Look at me, am I not a warrior now?"

At that time, there were a large number of child soldiers in both the Eighth Route Army and the National Army.

Most of the child soldiers before were children who were homeless due to war and joined the army by chance.

Then he followed the soldiers in their battles.

Although most child soldiers do not participate in brutal combat missions.

But in case of emergency, they also need to go to the battlefield.

However, by the 44 year of the Anti-Japanese War, the Kuomintang government could not even conscript many able-bodied men.

So they recruited a group of child soldiers.

The youngest of these child soldiers was 9 years old and the oldest was only 16 years old.

They sent this group of child soldiers to the front line to open up the Burma Road.

Most of these more than 7000 child soldiers eventually died in Songshan.

After hearing Yueya's words, He Yuzhu jumped down from the wall.

Then he jogged all the way and found the instructor of the guard company.

"Instructor, I also want to join the Eighth Route Army. Please assign me a task."

He Yuzhu still didn't quite understand what joining the Eighth Route Army meant.

He just saw that children of his age were already busy like adults.

And he was still coaxing a group of children.

This made him very uncomfortable, so he was eager to join the Eighth Route Army.

"He Yuzhu? Why did you join the Eighth Route Army?"

"Hmm? Fight the Japs. Fight the Japs with you guys."

He Yuzhu's hatred for the Japanese devils is far less than Yueyaer's.

The Japanese did not cause any direct harm to him.

As for seeing the Japanese bullying the good people, it was not a big deal in his eyes.

Because even if there were no Japanese devils, other officials and soldiers would still bully people.

He just heard everyone saying it, so he followed suit.

At the age of fourteen, you understand some things but are confused about others.

He also knew that the Japanese invaded China and everyone became slaves of a conquered nation, and life would definitely be difficult.

But he had another idea in his mind: no matter who becomes the emperor, the common people will continue to live their lives as usual and will not pay less taxes.

These are also the two voices that can often be heard in Peking at this time.

Many experiences cannot be empathized with unless they happen to you.

For example, if 100 people are lined up to be beheaded, the last person in the line will definitely not have the idea of ​​resisting.

He was still thinking, "I will be the last one to be beheaded anyway. Those before me are not in a hurry, so why should I be in a hurry?"

The result is that when you really hit him, being anxious is of no use.

He Yuzhu actually had this idea in his mind.

He is the kind of person who only gets anxious when the situation becomes critical.

The reason I was able to apply to join the Eighth Route Army so actively and proactively today was also because I was inspired by my peers.

“That won’t work, your father sent you to us to ensure the safety of you and your sister.

I can't let you join the army.

Besides, you are still young and our team doesn’t want you.”

He Yuzhu became anxious when he heard this.

"You're too young to want one? Then why are Yueyaer, Jianjun, Aiguo and the others all willing to take one? I'm the same age as them."

The instructor wanted to touch He Yuzhu's head and comfort him.

But considering He Yuzhu's height, he could only pat him on the shoulder.

"It's different. They are either the children of martyrs or they have no parents. You still have a father. You are still young and cannot be responsible for your words and deeds."

If He Yuzhu was an orphan, the instructor would let He Yuzhu join the team and serve as a guard or a communicator.

Usually I run errands for the leader.

"I, my dad will definitely agree. Otherwise, you can let me join the team first, and then tell my dad when he comes."

The instructor thought to himself, 'I wouldn't dare do that. Do you know how much money your father spent for us to look after you?

It's only 5000 yuan, and there are so many weapons.

You are now the goose that lays golden eggs in our army. As long as you are safe, your father will support us in the future.

If anything happens to you, your father might even turn against us.'

"Okay, let's talk about it when your father comes. Anyway, if your father agrees, the army will accept you. If your father doesn't agree, then the army will never accept you."

After being rejected, He Yuzhu returned to the kindergarten dejected.

After Li Wanqiu followed the troops to move, she stayed by the side of the women's director Cai Guiqin.

I saw with my own eyes how Cai Guiqin organized the women's transfer, resettlement and labor.

Only then did she feel that women could be as good as men.

Even better than many men.

Cai Guiqin is organized in her work and speaks reasonably.

And they are also keenly aware of changes in everyone's mentality.

Give them encouragement in time and help them solve their problems.

Everyone in the team respects, loves and relies on her like an older sister.

After spending a few days with her, Li Wanqiu was also attracted by the charm of this older sister.

"Sister Cai, why did you join the revolutionary team? I see that you are so organized in your work. Did you come from a wealthy family?"

In Li Wanqiu's opinion, Cai Guiqin is such a powerful person.

She must have worked as a housekeeper in some wealthy family, otherwise how could she be so confident, generous and smart?

Cai Guiqin smiled bitterly.

"What rich family? Look at my hands. Do I come from a rich family?"

Cai Guiqin handed her hands to Li Wanqiu.

Cai Guiqin's palms were covered with calluses and were very rough.

The fingers are also somewhat bent and deformed.

No matter how you look at it, they are hands that have been working hard for many years.