The situation became more and more tense, accompanied by the cold weather. Xingtai County in the east was occupied by the Japanese, Shexian County in the south was occupied by the Japanese, and the county in the north was occupied by the Japanese. The smiles on people's faces were getting less and less, like the gloomy sky, covered with sorrow.

"Damn the devil, it's just not to let people live a quiet life." Arida Niang muttered and handed her house to Ah Xiu in the cave. "This is frozen and cold, and you're going to run to the mountains again."

Meng Youtian came over with a bag of food and smiled and comforted: "Mom, we are much better than those who escape. The places we hide in the mountains are arranged properly, and the grain and charcoal are prepared."

"Why aren't the best at home?" Arida Niang sighed and said, "My legs are getting worse day by day, and she always runs around like this, alas!"

"Mom, your body is so strong that I'm sweating." Ah Xiu also comforted him, "Ah Tian said, "When the place in the mountains is built, we will settle down there, and we will no longer have to be afraid of the Japanese."

Arida Niang smiled reluctantly, patted the dust on Meng Youtian's shoulder, and said, "Well, wait for my son to create the most comfortable place, so you don't have to worry and run around."

"Don't worry, the place is about to be built." Meng Youtian smiled and said, "Actually, it's still unclear whether the Japanese can attack our village! Our village is not ordinary. It's not that my son brags about it. If you are a hundred or eighty-year-old, you can't even get in the village."

"Mom is just afraid of war, afraid that you will make a mistake." Arida Niang sighed and glanced at Ah Xiu. She shook her head with a silence.

A Xiu bit her lower lip gently. Of course she knew what the old man was thinking, but there was no movement in her stomach. Isn’t she in a hurry?

Meng Youtian smiled at his wife and stuck out his tongue. He was open to such things that were hard to come by. These chaotic years and many children are really burdensome.

The sound of opera singing came from the main room. Zijuan was fiddling with the phonograph. The three of them looked at each other and smiled bitterly. There was still someone who didn't know how to worry about it. He hid everything that could be hidden in the authentic house. Aritian Niang returned to the main room, and Meng Youtian and A Xiucai sat down to rest.

"Sister Song is about to give birth." A Xiu looked a little unhappy and whispered: "Yingzi has it too. I heard. I heard that Sister Qiangzi seems to be--"

Meng Youtian grinned, pulled his wife's hand and stroked her gently, "You, don't always think about this. Sometimes it's happening. We both work hard and there is nothing wrong with it. Who can't blame me if I can't plant it?"

A Xiu was held by the man's warm big hand, and she felt better. She raised her eyelids and said, "Are you in a hurry? She looked at Sister Song's belly. That look."

"There is no choice but to be anxious." Meng Youtian patted A Xiu's hand and said, "You can live in the mountains for a while first. There are several people with limited mobility, and they will be delayed. If you encounter an emergency, it will be a bad thing."

"Well. I will take good care of everyone, you don't have to worry about it." A Xiu hesitated for a moment and asked tentatively: "Is Zijuan's appearance not delaying giving birth to a baby?"

"What are you thinking about?" Meng Youtian said unhappily: "Don't mention this before she recovers from illness."

Ah Xiu bit her lip with some grievance, lowered her eyelids and said nothing.

"You--" Meng Youtian hugged his wife in his arms and comforted her: "Don't take this as a heart-wrenching problem. Let it go naturally. If you have children, you are my own person. Are you afraid that anyone will drive you out?"

A Xiu smiled and said nothing, leaned her head on the man's shoulder, closed her eyes slightly, and felt the man's considerate and caring.

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Habits, everything depends on habits. Just as Meng Youtian was used to the rural life without modern technology, and was used to the war and bloody battles. After several sweeps, people were also used to the living environment of war, just like living a poor and miserable life.

When the enemy comes, people practice empty houses and clearing the fields, hiding in the mountains. When the enemy leaves, people come back to give birth. During the day, there are women's rescue clubs and children's regiments standing guard, and at night, militia keep guard. On the top of the mountain not far from the village, there is a "message tree". When the enemy comes, it falls down, and people run in the direction of its fall... Living tenaciously is the only choice for the people in the war era.

The snowflakes floated densely, like a white net, everything around them disappeared completely in the chaos and yellow clouds, and the heaven and earth dissolved into one.

Meng Youtian's hood and mask were covered with white frost formed by qi, like an old man covered with white beard. His eyes were blinking slowly, revealing his inner uneasiness and doubts.

"Come on!" Liu Feng wrote only these two words, and the meaning is very simple, but the simpler and more rapid it is, the more space for imagination is left for people and makes people feel restless.

The letter was transferred from the Eighth Route Army, and even the sender was vague, which made Meng Youtian even more confused. On this windy and snowy night, during this difficult trek, he was full of thoughts, but he had no clue at all.

At dawn, the snow was getting lighter, and the small village in front appeared in sight. The snow made the small village look ugly and desolate. The roofs of several houses were covered with white blankets, which seemed to collapse soon. Everything seemed dark and listless.

A mule was dropped in front of a yard, and Meng Youtian was brought into the house with snowflakes and cold air. Fang Guobin and another Eighth Route Army cadre seemed to have just woken up, and asked him to take off his clothes and remove the snow and sit in front of the stove to warm up.

"What's wrong? What happened to Jiulongtang?" Meng Youtian rubbed his cold hands in front of the stove and stamped his feet that were almost unconscious.

"The specific situation is not clear." Fang Guobin said: "According to the news from the Zhangzhuang liaison team, it is likely that Xiao Siye of Jiulong Hall had a problem. The Japanese occupied the county town, and the attitudes and actions of all forces were very delicate, and the same was true for Jiulong Hall. At this time, if Liu Feng cannot be stabilized, the situation will be very complicated. She is in a hurry to call you and the observation of the liaison team shows that she is in a mess and may have made some unexpected actions."

Meng Youtian frowned and thought for a while, saying, "The Fourth Master Xiao is Liu Feng's think tank, military advisor, and even meticulous elder. Liu Feng relies deeply on him. If something happened to him, it would be obvious that Liu Feng's panic was in a hurry."

"We also analyzed this way." Chen Zhihua from the enemy's Ministry of Works said: "Liu Feng took his men to intercept the Japanese transportation team a few days ago and was ambushed halfway. A small team happened to pass by, creating some chaos, causing most of their men to emerge. However, the loss was certain. If her men were weak, the situation in Jiulongtang might change. Wu Yuancheng took in some troops from the Hard Belly Club, and received weapons support from unknown sources, and his power expanded."!~!
Chapter completed!