Rise From Eight Hundred

"Where did Leng Feng go?" After the merit-granting ceremony, Tang Dao, who had lunch with the officers of the guest army, immediately found Li Jiujin and asked about Leng Feng's movements.

It is true that the emperor is not anxious, but the eunuch is anxious. Tang Dao's head was buzzing when he thought of this trusted general.

"Captain Leng, hey, he went to hang out over there where Sister Qingru lives again." Li Jiujin grinned.

For a week in a row, after lunch and dinner, it has become a reserved program for Captain Leng.

That is, Captain Leng didn't see a single hair. It is said that the three children went to play at a classmate's house in the mountains and would not come back until the New Year.

The most amazing thing is that even the big black sheep with a strong personality and the one-year-old goat were taken away. The soybeans that Captain Leng brought to feed the goats were returned the same way they went.

This guy, whether it was deliberately arranged by Madam Qingru, no one knows.

Anyway, Captain Leng just wandered around and didn't see anyone.

"Okay, I see that Sister Qingru is almost done with her husband's work. Leng Feng just needs to use the trick I taught her. If nothing goes wrong, I will have another sister-in-law, and you, Old Li, will have three more nephews! Remember to give more red envelopes for the New Year." A smile appeared on Tang Dao's face, and he patted the confused old soldier and went out.

"No wonder that old guy Lao Suanpan said that I will go bankrupt this year." Thinking of the fact that he had to give 21 gifts, and now the three little guys have different identities, he can't even give out this big red envelope. The old soldier's mouth twitched with heartache.

Otherwise, Captain Leng, you can continue to be a bachelor!

If the old soldier's voice was heard by Leng Feng, who was trying hard to pursue his own happiness, he might have to break off the friendship!

"Sir, wait for me, or we can go and take a look at the situation on the scene together. The magnification of your scope is higher than mine." After all, brotherhood defeated money. Li Jiujin, who felt sorry for his wallet, hurriedly chased after him.

A meaningful smile appeared on the face of Tang Tuanzuo, and the old soldier seemed to have guessed something.

"Go away, who wants to do that boring thing with you? I've been drinking and plan to go to the mountain to get some fresh air." Tang Dao scolded.

"Then I'll go with you, sir, to get some fresh air. Da Yu, your child doesn't have to go. Children shouldn't get involved in adult affairs."

Xia Da Yu was so angry that his cheeks puffed up. I wish you, an old man, a lot of fun.

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Battalion Commander Leng, who was being missed by others, felt as if he had seen the moon after the clouds had been cleared.

Unlike the previous few days, he had just come over and saw two black sheep, one big and one small, trying hard to find green grass in the hay on the hillside from a distance.

The children were back, and Leng Feng was naturally very happy.

He walked up the hillside in two steps. The two sheep saw Leng Feng, who was familiar with them, and shook their tails a few times as a greeting.

Speaking of this ewe Dahei, it is really amazing. From Guangde to Taihang, it is more than a thousand miles. Although Xiao Shitou and his sister love it, Leng Feng, Li Jiujin and others all agree that this sheep will not live long and may die of exhaustion at any time.

Some people even said: Even if you can't eat mutton hotpot in public, you can make mutton soup to nourish the seriously injured.

But Dahei disappointed the soldiers. This pregnant ewe not only walked thousands of miles with Sanxiao's carriage, but also gave birth to a lamb on the long journey. What's more amazing is that this ewe, who survived on roadside weeds and a few mouthfuls of rice saved by Sanxiao, also produced a lot of goat milk to supplement nutrition for many seriously injured soldiers.

In that winter when medicine was scarce, nutrition and self-resistance were the last weapons for the wounded to fight injuries.

The big black sheep saved at least five wounded soldiers who were almost dead.

Since then, no one has said to wait for the sheep to die to eat mutton, even if they are carrying Xiao Shitou.

Dahei is also very human. Under its leadership, the little ram named Xiaohei also learned to wag its tail when seeing familiar people, and bleat to warn strangers.

Of course, Dahei's ability to knock down the two horns of the Japanese was not for show. Even Guaiguai, who had just arrived at the Four-line Group, was severely knocked down by this "sheep sister" who was frightened by the smell of wild boars. The half-grown wild boar cub was confused at the time.

It was not afraid of the Japanese bayonets, so how could a sheep be so awesome? If Guaiguai knew that Dahei was also a sheep that had killed a lot of Japanese, he would probably not be so confused.

This won't do. How can I notify the people in the house that someone is coming without calling out a few times? Leng Feng is a straight man in love, but he is a rare smart man in tactics. He took a few steps forward and opened the bag of fried soybeans on his back and put it in front of the two sheep.

That was fried by Leng Feng himself in the kitchen, and he also added fine salt. The fragrant smell was so delicious that even people couldn't resist grabbing a few and putting them in their mouths.

The two sheep just wanted to lower their heads, but Leng Feng pinched the mouth of the cloth bag. The two sheep must have bleated? Or the kind that can reflect their anxious mood.

Sure enough, as soon as the two sheep called, the door on the first floor of the two-story wooden house built by the engineering company of the Fourth Regiment for several days was opened.

"Uncle Leng, you are here." Xiao Shitou, who had his head out, saw Leng Feng, cheered and jumped out to Leng Feng.

When the Fourth Regiment returned victoriously in early February, Leng Feng had seen Sanxiao who came to give him cakes, but at that time he was in the garrison. As the head of a battalion, Leng Feng had many affairs to deal with. After a few words, people kept reporting to him, so Sanxiao could only take the gifts prepared by Leng Feng and leave.

Later, Sanxiao went to his classmate's house in the mountains. This was the first time the uncle and nephew met in more than half a month.

"Little Stone, look at the gifts I brought for you, Ximei and Yiman. Call them out, they will definitely like them." Those who are familiar with Leng Feng will definitely be shocked by the warm smile on his face at this time.

You know, even if it was a big victory in Heilongtan, Leng Feng only grinned slightly, not as brilliantly as he is now.

Hearing the eldest brother's call, the two little ones in the inner room also ran out with joy.

Ximei, who had just turned four, ran slower than her little brother Yue Yiman because of her short legs. For this reason, she was very angry and glared at Yue Yiman, who usually gave in to her in everything. But when she saw the gift Leng Feng gave her, she was instantly overjoyed.

Leng Feng brought a slingshot to the boy who was almost 9 years old. It was made of suitable branches that Leng Feng found on a century-old nanmu tree that was blown down by a shell on the battlefield after the war. The century-old nanmu burned by fire was tough and smooth. With the help of rubber bands, the range of the slingshot can reach 25 meters, which is exactly the favorite toy for children of this age.

The gun for Yue Yiman is a gun that can fire mud-ball bullets!

Yue Yiman is already 6 years old this year, but he has always been very mature and steady, just like a little adult. Leng Feng hopes to see the naughty look that he should have at this age.

Last time I saw him, he was also very interested in guns, just like the little stone back then. Of course, a real gun would not work, and a wooden gun was too old-fashioned. Leng Feng went to ask Teacher Xiao He to design an iron one that looks like a real gun, but the function is only to fire the primer and hear a sound.

Teacher Xiao He listened to Leng Feng's needs and really lived up to Leng Feng's trust and designed such a "toy gun" suitable for children. The overall appearance is completely a smaller version of the Black Star pistol, and it can even really fire "bullets" through the explosion of the primer gunpowder. However, due to the lack of primer energy, the mud balls filled into the gun chamber can only be shot up to ten meters, and have no lethality.

But the small pistol weighing more than half a pound is absolutely majestic when it is tied to the waist.

The most gifts for Ximei were all milk candies. That was the quota of three milk candies a day for Leng Feng, the major battalion commander, in the regiment. Leng Feng saved for three months just to give Ximei, the famous little glutton, a big surprise.

At least during the Chinese New Year, Ximei had milk candies to eat freely. Even if her two older brothers, one holding a slingshot to shoot rabbits and the other with a pistol on his waist pretending to be the regiment leader, wanted to eat milk candies, they had to beg her, the little milk candy rich woman.

Ximei, who was holding the milk candy jar and showing off to the extreme, looked at the two "silly" brothers who were holding their own gifts happily, and rolled her eyes: "Uncle Leng, you prepared gifts for us all, so what for my godmother?"

"This" Leng Feng was a little scratching his head when asked by the little girl.

"Have you three finished your homework? Shitou, how do you, as the eldest brother, take care of your younger brothers and sisters?" The woman in a blue coarse cotton robe half exposed her body from the window and shouted coldly.

"You three must go to the study room and recite "Xia Ke Xing" before you can come out!"

"It's over, Uncle Leng, godmother is angry, I can't accompany you." Shitou looked at Leng Feng with sympathy, with a helpless look on his face.

A child who is almost nine years old is not a stupid younger brother or sister who knows nothing. He can still feel a little bit of what is going on between godmother and Uncle Leng.

But he still doesn't understand the complicated emotions between adults. Godmother obviously likes Uncle Leng very much, why is she angry?

Perhaps, when the boy grows up, he will ask the same question!

"Godmother, I only know a few words!" Ximei pouted pitifully.

"Then sister, you supervise me and brother Shitou to recite it." Yue Yiman may not understand why his mother is angry, but he knows his mother's temper, and pulls Ximei, who is still very reluctant, and runs away.

Seeing that the three little ones were driven back to the house by the woman, Leng Feng felt a little embarrassed. He scratched his head and could only bite the bullet and greet the woman standing by the window: "Qingru, long time no see. I didn't see you when I came back some time ago."

"Didn't you tell me to go to your place less? How dare I disobey the military order of Captain Leng who can command thousands of troops. Captain Leng, if there is nothing, you'd better stay away from us orphans and widows, so as not to be laughed at by others." The woman standing at the window had a cold face and was about to close the wooden window after saying a word.

"No, who would laugh at me?" Leng Feng couldn't help but get anxious, and hurriedly took a few steps forward and walked to the window. "I said that just because I thought you were responsible for the elementary school and took care of three children, and I was afraid you would be tired."

"I am used to being tired, so I don't need you, Captain Leng, to worry about my cheap body." The woman's face was still cold, but there was a trace of self-pity in her eyes.

The mountains are ignorant, and there are rumors that widows bring bad luck to their husbands, especially for the front-line troops. Anyone who is widowed may die in battle. It doesn't matter if you hear this once or twice, but after hearing it too many times, even a well-educated woman like Qingru can't help but doubt herself. Add to that what Leng Feng said, and she will feel extremely sad.

For the woman, if she is asked to choose between being happy and Leng Feng being alive and well, she will definitely choose the latter without hesitation.

More importantly, the woman has a serious inferiority complex. She is a widow with a burden, no, now three burdens, and Leng Feng is already the youngest infantry battalion commander of the Four Lines Regiment. As the Tang Dao and the Four Lines Regiment become stronger, Leng Feng will inevitably reach a higher position.

When he was a company commander or battalion commander, no one laughed at him behind his back, but what would happen if he became a general one day?

This is also what the sensitive and fragile woman is worried about!

Hearing the woman say this about him, Leng Feng felt a sharp pain in his heart, but he didn't know what to say for a moment.

Seeing Leng Feng's silence, the woman showed disappointment in her eyes and sighed slightly: "Captain Leng, go! I won't wash your clothes for you. There are countless female guards in the medical company to wash them for you."

"But I don't want others to wash them, I just want you to wash them for me!" Seeing the woman's eyes, Leng Feng's heart suddenly tightened.

This calm-tempered army major had an intuition that if he didn't show his decisiveness on the battlefield, with the closing of the window. He might lose another important person in his life. He has experienced this feeling several times, and he really doesn't want to experience it again.

This is the most straightforward expression of Leng Feng, the silly goose, in more than a year, and his tone is firm enough.

The woman felt a little sweet in her heart, and although her face was still cold, she stopped closing the window.

"To thank you for helping me wash my clothes, I also prepared a gift for you." Leng Feng saw that the woman stopped closing the window and said hurriedly.

"Really? Then I want to see what you give me! But let me make it clear first, if it's a little thing to fool Shitou and the others, I will throw it into the nest of Dahei and Xiaohei." The woman's eyes flashed with curiosity.

Leng Feng had given things to the four of them before, but they were either daily necessities or toys to tease the three little ones. The one he gave her was just a scarf.

This can actually be called romantic, but the key to the problem is that this scarf was sent by a lady from a wealthy family who liked Leng Feng in Zhengcheng. Because the troops were about to leave, the scarf could not be returned to the original owner, so Leng Feng gave it to her based on the principle of not wasting it.

However, Leng Feng was also open and aboveboard. When he gave it to her, he specifically explained where the scarf came from, which really made the woman laugh and cry. In addition to being warm, it also felt romantic.

To be honest, the woman who knew Leng Feng very well now hoped that Leng Feng would not make a similar thing again. Even giving her a clothes drying rack would be acceptable.

Leng Feng glanced around, and he looked like a thief.

The young look made the woman want to laugh!

However, the next moment, the woman was stunned.

The unscrupulous middle-aged man hiding in the bushes 500 meters away was also shocked.

If the clear view of the scope had not confirmed that it was his battalion commander, the old soldier would have suspected that someone was impersonating Leng Feng.

That was definitely the Leng Feng he had never seen since he met Leng Feng.

The Leng Feng he was familiar with always took out only guns.

But now

What shocked the woman opposite and the peeping man was not that Leng Feng took out a thing similar to a piano that was only more than one foot long from the big cloth bag he was carrying, with four strings on it, and stretched out his hand to pluck the strings a few times to adjust the tone.

It was not that Leng Feng, who had never played a musical instrument, started to play the piano, and played it the same way.

Instead, the always cool and handsome Leng Dayingzhang actually sang while playing:

It is hard to forget seeing you

A pair of charming eyes

In my mind

Your figure

Can't be dispelled

Holding your hands and feeling your tenderness

It's really a bit suffocating

Your innocence

I want to cherish

Seeing you being wronged will make me sad

Oh oh oh

I am afraid that I will fall in love with you

I dare not let myself get too close

Afraid that I have nothing to give you

Loving you also requires a lot of courage

Missing you only makes yourself suffer

I have no choice but to fall in love with you

Leng Feng's voice is slightly hoarse and low, and in the future it will be a typical smokey voice, but the singing voice is actually very nice.

But the key is that this gentleman has average musical cells, this is playing and singing! If Tang Dao, who specially selected this song for him and taught him personally, came here, he really wanted to cover his face, there is a tune, but not much.

But Leng Feng is absolutely serious, even if he tried very hard to find the tune in the middle, the lyrics are not a single word wrong, that is definitely memorized by heart.

The woman was amused at first, covering her mouth and laughing.

She knew that this must be the idea that Tang Dao gave to Leng Feng. If it wasn't him, how could there be such a naked expression of love lyrics.

But none of this is important. What is important is the attitude Leng Feng showed.

He loves himself and no longer hides and escapes. That's enough.

Laughing and laughing, the woman cried again.

She cried for her past fate and for being lucky again.

"Qingru, don't cry! Did I mess it up again? The commander said that you women like men who sing for her. This little xylophone and song were taught to me by him. I have practiced for a long time, but I have never dared to sing it for you." Leng Feng was a little panicked.

"Then why did you dare to sing again today?"

"I was afraid that if I didn't sing again, I would have no chance." Leng Feng said honestly.

"Don't cry. If you don't like it, I won't sing it anymore."

"Who said I don't like it? I like it very much!"

"Commander, you teach me too! When I visit my family, I will sing a song for my wife." Li Jiujin fixed his chin and looked at Tang Dao with admiration.

Commander is really coquettish. He can even think of this trick.

"You should do as your sister-in-law said in the letter. When you go back, you should have a good baby! Others sing for money, but you sing for your life!" Tang Dao shuddered and ruthlessly rejected the request of his subordinate general who was completely unaware of it.

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PS: I have to send my parents back to their hometown tomorrow. It's so cold, but the old couple in their seventies insisted on going back to attend a banquet with relatives. Fengyue couldn't persuade them. I had no choice but to drive them back. I can only ask my brothers for another day off tomorrow. Sorry!

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