At a battalion of a battalion of the X Division of the New Fourth Army in southern Henan, a man wearing glasses and a New Fourth Army uniform was sitting in front of the table looking at a letter, and there was a communications soldier standing next to him.

This man is Xiao Wen. When he wrote to Xiao Wen before, he thought the other party could not help, but he didn't expect that she was so powerful that she could cost 2,000 yuan at one move.

"You, go and find the deputy battalion commander and political commissar for me!" Xiao Wen was somewhat happy and shouted at the communication beside him. In less than a moment, the deputy battalion commander and political commissar came over.

I don’t know what happened to Xiao Wen’s independent battalion. It is obviously a battalion, but it has a position like political commissar.

Without further ado, Xiao Wen slapped the letter on the table, and then smiled at his old partners:

"This is the aid given to us by the Eighth Route Army. It should allow us to survive this food crisis. I just don't know how other troops are doing?"

The political commissar grabbed the letter and saw that after reading it, the smile on his face became even stronger, and then he joked with Xiao Wen:

"I said to battalion commander, your partner is a good person. He can get two thousand dollars at one time. I want to get a partner like this. Many brothers are alone. Is there any way to introduce him?

I don’t want the kind of people who can make 2,000 yuan at one shot, even if they make 20 yuan at one shot, it’s OK!”

"Political Commissar, you are too greedy. Look how self-conscious I am. Battalion Commander, I tell you, I don't want anything and I can do 20 yuan. I just need to do 10 yuan per piece of the ocean. Do you think there is any?"

Seeing his two old partners so inappropriate, Xiao Wen covered his forehead with a headache. Isn’t this the point?

"Don't joke anymore, find a way to buy food first!"

Xiao Wen really wants to buy food now, and his troops are almost out of business. He eats two meals a day, both of which are porridge.

He was just polite to talk about porridge, and it was almost a silly person. He once wanted to learn how Li Feng trained, but later he gave up because the training method of this fat man was not in accordance with the regulations of the Eighth Route Army.

Damn it, if you don’t have enough food to support such high-intensity training, you can’t stand it at all. Now Xiao Wen finally knows how difficult it is to be the head of the family. At the same time, he also admires the little fat man very much. He can actually bring a unit with only three people to thousands of people now. I heard that there is a regular staffing.

The legend of the little fat man cannot be copied, especially the legend of his wealth. No one is afraid of each other when fighting. For example, the commander of each regiment in the Eighth Route Army does not think that he is the one who fights, but this is far inferior to Li Feng's point of making money.

"Isn't it easy to buy grain? There are many landlords and old treasures in the south who have a lot of grain at home, and they all have them in the warehouse to form dough. If it really doesn't work, buy the old grain. For us, as long as we can eat it, we don't care about that much now."

Obviously, the New Fourth Army is different from Li Feng. The New Fourth Army only needs to eat enough, but the little fat man not only needs to eat enough but also needs to eat well. As for those grain lumps that have become hard as stones, he does not eat them all, and they are sold.

When Xiao Wen was anxious to buy food, Xiao Wen was also anxious because they seemed to have insufficient staff. So many fish were sent here every day, killing fish was a problem, not to mention pickling them in the shortest time.

So Li Feng, the lazy man in the army, is working now. For some reason, he hates these fish a little now and is determined to make trouble for himself!

He picked up the bayonet in his hand and stabbed it into the fish's belly and slid it down. Then he took out only one fish bubble left in the fish's internal organs and threw it to the next person. As for whether it would hit someone, it was not something he should care about.

Xiao Jin was very reluctant to come to this place because there were so many fish but he couldn't eat them. I heard that I ate a small size of a palm today. Because my sister slapped her head, he could only stand on a high platform in the distance and shouted loudly.

Erpang seems to be a little allergic to these blood and other things. Of course, Li Feng thinks it doesn’t want to work, so he is pretending.

However, the national treasure is treated as a national treasure, and it is not too comfortable to eat but not work. The little girl seems to like killing fish, and I don’t know if she was abused too hard by the old nun. Now she vents her anger on these fish.

My sister has been marinating these fish because many of their salt chunks are very large, and they are all coarse salt that has just been made from the factory. They need to be smashed with a hammer before they can be used.

We can't blame the factory for not crushing these salt blocks in time, but because they are too anxious. In addition, it is indeed a bit hot these days. I heard that this kind of weather is called Qiuhu. If the fish cannot be marinated and dried in time, it will smell very soon.

The little fat man has smelled some fish odor now. He really doesn't want to kill fish anymore. So when the big bald man appeared in front of him, he decisively inserted the bayonet into the head of a big fish, then folded his hands together, and shouted devoutly: "Amitabha! Master, I have been overkilling these days, so I need you to recite the scriptures and wash them. Let's go there, and then you can use the scriptures to savor me."

The big bald man was stunned when he heard this, and then murmured in a low voice: "Can I recite scriptures?"

When the fat man heard this, his head was almost blown up. He opened his mouth wide and didn't know what to say.

A man who has been a monk for decades said that he can’t recite scriptures is indeed a strange thing!

"Master, if you don't know how to recite scriptures, then what are you talking about when you sit cross-legged in your mouth every day?" A fat man was very surprised by this matter. He was afraid that he would explode if he couldn't hold it in, so he simply asked directly.

Who knew that the old monk's words almost made Li Feng vomit blood.

"Did Master Li say what I said when I was meditating? That's because my master always moved his mouth when he was meditating, so I was thinking that if I didn't move my mouth when I was meditating, I would be sorry to the master, so I like to chant it randomly. I don't know what I read in detail."

Damn, ruthless!

This old monk can't even recite scriptures. I wonder if his master will drag him down in the future if he knows this?

"This... Master, aren't you a great monk? How can you not recite scriptures?"

"Amitabha, I can't even eat in the temple where I am located, so how can I have time to recite scriptures? My brothers and sisters often go to the fields to work!"
Chapter completed!