"Brother Wei, do you agree?" Hu Bazhi asked seriously.

"I agree, how do you want me to help you?"

As Wei Ran spoke, he also picked up a wooden block and sat down by the stove. Taking advantage of the situation, he also stuffed the knife and chopsticks given by the other party into the boots of his pair of Jingtan shoes.

After saying this, Hu Bazhi breathed a sigh of relief and laughed loudly and said, "Brother Wei, I have the answer to what you said! There is no rush to kill the Japanese. Brother Wei, please take a breath first and let me plan!"

"

"Okay" Wei Ran responded nonchalantly and turned to sit on the stove and chat about other topics.

About an hour had passed, and seeing that there were only a few embers left in the fire on the stove, Hu Ba got up and left the cave and walked into the shack.

When he came back, he already had an enamel rice helmet and a small broken gong made of sorghum stalks in his hands.

With the help of Wei Ran, he first shoveled the pancakes stuck on the side of the pot into a basket and filled most of the pot with dog meat. Then the two of them left the cave and returned to the underground den.

At this time, a small square kang table had been placed on top of the kang. In the middle of the table was a large bowl filled with hot water, and a Japanese old-style Zhaowu kettle was soaking in it. No need to ask,

Ninety-nine percent of it was stolen.

"Get on the kang!"

Hu Bazhi greeted him warmly, put the dog meat in his hand on the table, then picked up the slender kettle and filled the only two small porcelain bowls on the table with white wine.

Seeing this, Wei Ran didn't refuse, took off his shoes, took the small gift the other party gave him, and sat on the kang across the table from Hu Bazhi, who also took off his shoes.

Before starting to eat, he took a special look at Hu Bazhi's shoes. He was also wearing jingyang shoes, the only difference was that they had an extra layer of wood soles that were three fingers thick.

"Come! Let's go first!"

As he spoke, Hu Bazhi picked up the wine cup, touched it with Wei Ran, and drank it all.

After a sip of hot wine, the last bit of chill in Wei Ran's body was dispelled.

Before he could put down the small wine bowl, Hu Bazhi had picked up the kettle of hot wine again and enthusiastically helped him pour the second bowl of wine.

"Come on, come on! Eat meat! Don't get angry! Get started!"

Hu Bazhi greeted him warmly. He also rolled up his sleeves, picked up a piece of dog meat with the three remaining fingers of his right hand and took a hard bite.

There was wine, meat, and a common enemy. The conversation between the two quickly turned to the matter that Hu Bazhi wanted to ask him for help.

"It's more than 20 miles away from here."

After Hu Bazhi drank all the wine in the bowl again, he raised his finger and pointed in the direction, "There is a road leading directly to the county. Every time the puppet army captures strong men, they have to go there, and sometimes they bring some Japanese with them."

, Brother Wei, I plan to attack them on that road."

"Is there a good place to do it?" Wei Ran asked while chewing the fragrant dog meat.

"When this road passes Gaoliangtun, it has to cross a river ditch."

Hu Bazhi drew a simple topographic map on the table with his soup-stained hands, "The people in Gaoliangtun have almost fled, and there is only one building left that was built by the rich man Xu Jinsha near Gaoliangtun in the early years.

Time to donate to the Temple of Wealth.

The Temple of Wealth is on the roadside next to the river ditch, and I want to stay there and give them a pot of food."

"When are you leaving?" Wei Ran asked crisply.

"Don't rush this day, let's drink first." Hu Bazhi said, already picking up the small porcelain bowl and clinking it with Wei Ran again.

After finishing the drink, he continued, "Wait for a few more days and wait for the snow to fall heavier before setting off."

"Alright"

Wei Ran looked like he was listening to the other party's arrangement, took the initiative to pick up the kettle soaked in hot water, helped the other party fill up the wine, and asked casually, "Brother Hu is not just a hunter, right?"

"In this day and age, you can't make a living just being a hunter, and every prey in these mountains, valleys and caves has its own owner."

Hu Bazhi picked up the wine bowl and clinked it with Wei Ran, drank it all in one gulp and continued, "When I was alive, I saved the life of the shopkeeper Cao of Bie Liangzi (Jie Dao) from Xiong Xiazi's mouth. Then

At that time, shopkeeper Cao Da was just a driver for the pointed heads (businessmen).

Later, when the Japanese came, shopkeeper Cao Da had no choice but to join a gang (join a gang), and within two years he was in the top position.

It was also because of this friendship that our family got a job as a sentinel from Cao Da shopkeeper.

During festivals and festivals, you have to pay a tribute of a coat to the shopkeeper Cao and each of the four beams and eight pillars on the mountain. Otherwise, you really have to hunt wild dogs in the graveyards and make dog-skin hats for food."

"Um...um...some understand it, some don't."

Wei Ran scratched the back of his head in embarrassment. He naturally knew that he would most likely use a few slang words this time, but he deliberately did not learn them.

This thing is just like the Martian literature of later generations. It has the limitations and particularities of the times. No matter how he learns it, if a slang from 1950 pops up in the forest and snowy fields of 1937, it will be a trivial matter.

A word with the wrong meaning or used in the wrong situation or with the wrong gesture may lead to death.

In this case, it is better to be a layman with a blank slate.

Of course, he also admitted that in his heart he was expecting a certain living ancestor to give him a language task. Unfortunately, when this calculation was made, the ancestor had no intention of fulfilling his wish.

"You don't even understand this?"

Hu Bazhi reacted immediately, and muttered something dumbfounded that Wei Ran still couldn't understand but could guess pretty well, "How did a foreigner like you survive without being kidnapped?"

..."

Having said that, Hu Bazhi patiently re-explained it in a way that Wei Ran could understand.

To put it simply, Hu Badzhi’s grandfather saved a man from the bandits in his early years, and later he became a bandit boss. With this kind of kindness, Hu Bazhi became a sentinel from the bandits’ den, which is like running around.

Erba and Babo Erben's mountain patrol work also uses this "official position" to make a living by hunting.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! According to Hu Bazhi, this job is important or not. He is not the only one responsible for guarding the hills around the bandits' den. He has never even been there, let alone

Know the exact location of the bandits' den.

The only thing he knew was that when he saw someone entering the mountain from his usual range of activities, he would place a few marlezi accordingly.

Of course, Wei Ran didn't ask who fired the marlezi, and he believed that the other party would not tell him about it easily.

When Wei Ran deliberately acted stupidly and asked why he didn't ask Shopkeeper Cao to help him kill the Japanese, Hu Bazhi shook his head more helplessly, "I don't have a close relationship with Shopkeeper Cao, and he doesn't want to provoke the Japs."

.

Let's put it this way, if Boss Cao knew that I was planning to attack the Japanese, he might be able to kill me with one shot."

At this point, Hu Bazhi belatedly realized that he had let the matter slip. He simply picked up the wine bowl and drank it all in one gulp. He said straightly, "If Brother Wei is afraid of provoking the gangster, wait until the wine is finished.

Just leave on a donkey in the cave, I'm so stupid..."

“I like this outfit that Brother Hu gave me very much.”

After Wei Ran finished speaking, he also picked up the small porcelain bowl and drank the red sorghum wine in one gulp. Then he picked up the knife that the other party had moved and pulled it out. He slowly cut off the head of a dog's leg and deliberately used

He picked it up with a pair of chopsticks and put it into his mouth, and then continued, "I like this gift too. The meat is delicious and the wine is delicious. If you don't kill a few Japanese, it's really unjustifiable."

"This is so clear!"

Hu Bazhi picked up the kettle and poured wine for Wei Ran, "I'd like to give Brother Wei a drink!"

Once the conversation started, the rest of the chat was naturally without too much verbal probing, and finally turned into a simple snowy wine party.

After a meal of dog meat, the two of them were sweating profusely. When all the wine in the kettle was finished, Hu Ba pointed to the kang and put on his shoes and said, "You can just take a good nap here."

Looking up at the snowflakes floating in through the circular ventilation window above his head, Wei Ran burped and asked, "What about you?"

"I'm going to take a look at the condoms in front of my head." As he spoke, Hu Bazhi had already put on his shoes, picked up the fur coat hanging on the pillar and put it on.

"Do you need my help?"

"No, it's just around here."

Hu Ba pointed out that he had already left the warm shack with the leftovers.

Seeing this, Wei Ran wisely did not follow him, but just helped clean up the kang table, then put on his shoes and walked out of the shack. He grabbed a handful of snow and wiped the grease off the knife and chopsticks, then put it back into the scabbard leisurely.

, stuffed into the boot.

It wasn't until Hu Bazhi's figure not far away was completely blocked by the surrounding trees that he turned around and walked into the cave nearby.

Wei Ran walked to the wine jar like a thief. Wei Ran picked up the wine raisin and filled his water bottle with red sorghum wine. Then he put on the dog fur coat that he had put here before and carried it on.

The two golden hook rifles returned to the warm shack, sat on the bed, and carefully maintained the two rifles.

Before he could finish his work, there was movement outside the shack. He lifted a corner of the curtain and glanced outside. Hu Bazhi was walking back with two pheasant-like prey in one hand.

"Catch a few flying dragons"

Hu Bazhi said, raising the prey in his hands to show it to Wei Ran, "Brother Wei, rest first while I go to tan those leather tubes."

"I'll take the gun to the shack and clean it," Wei Ran said proactively, so as not to cause misunderstanding at this time.

Hu Bazhi nodded without saying anything. He bent down and got into the cave and started working.

Not long after, when Wei Ran walked into the cave with his polished rifle, Hu Bazhi was already busy processing the dozen or twenty dog ​​skins.

Wei Ran couldn't help with this task, so he simply turned around and returned to the shack, took out Robert's camera bag, chose a suitable lens and installed it, then returned to the cave and took a photo of Hu Badhi.

"You are really the young master of a wealthy landowner. Why do you still have this object?"

Hu Bazhi looked curiously at the not-so-big camera in Wei Ran's hand, "Is this for taking pictures?"

"Yes." Wei Ran nodded and handed the camera in his hand to the other party.

"I wish I had met you sooner"

Hu Bazhi looked at the camera in Wei Ran's palm, but did not take it. He just continued to work and said, "If I meet you earlier, I can let you take a picture of my father, mother, and daughter-in-law. I was thinking about it before.

, when our child was born, we sold the tiger skin that my father and I had shot, and took them to a photo studio in the city to take a photo, ugh..."

"Feel sorry..."

Wei Ran took a deep breath, "I...I'm late..."

"What did Brother Wei say?"

Hu Bazhi hurriedly said, "This is not your fault, I...I just...just...Oh! I just miss them."
To be continued...