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Chapter 852: A Bite of Untouched Coriander

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    "The conditions in the village are simple, and there is nothing good to entertain everyone." Zhao Fangyuan, the village chief, said apologetically.

    It's already evening, and the village has already eaten. In this day and age, it is normal to eat two meals a day, but now, since the soldiers are here, they have to bring out the best things to entertain everyone.

    What good thing?

    Naturally, sorghum noodles are steamed corn bread. In Shanxi, sorghum is the main crop. Although rich people can eat white noodles, ordinary villages cannot afford refined grains.

    The sorghum is peeled, ground into powder, and then steamed. This way, it can be regarded as the staple food of ordinary people. The steamed bread is fiery red and looks very beautiful, but if it is eaten, the taste is not good.  How is it.

    The biggest difference between coarse grains and fine grains is the taste. When you chew coarse grains in your mouth, you will feel that the skin inside your mouth is rubbed by a piece of sandpaper, which is very uncomfortable. It is difficult to eat coarse grains again if you are used to eating fine grains.  Yes, eating it once in a while, remembering bitterness and thinking about sweetness, may have a special flavor, but eating it every day, it is estimated that few people can stand it.

    At this time, in the yard of the village committee, a long wooden table was set up, and the so-called Jiming Mountain guerrilla team sat in front of the table, looking at the plates of freshly made food placed in front of the table.  Pot of sorghum noodles and steamed buns.

    "Old man Zhao, what are you talking about? All of us came from the countryside. If you can eat this stuff, then it will be a good year." Saying this, Mashiko Shigeo picked up a steamed cornbread and mouthed it.  I ate it with a big mouthful.

    Following Shigeo Mashiko, the other guerrillas also picked up the cornbread and ate it happily one by one. After a few mouthfuls, it was a cornbread. It didn't look like a disguise.

    If the traitors disguise themselves as guerrillas or martial arts teams, then there will be an obvious difference. They are not used to this kind of coarse food in the village, so this is also a way to distinguish between ourselves and the enemy.

    However, these people now eat very proficiently, and they don't look embarrassed at all. It seems that they don't look like the kind of actions of the devil soldiers who are used to eating big fish and meat.

    Could it be that I made a mistake in my judgment?

    Zhao Xiuqin, who was greeting from the side, felt a little suspicious in her heart.

    In the evening, there is nothing to entertain, the sorghum noodles are enough, and on the table, there are some side dishes, served in small plates, fragrant coriander, this kind of dish, the aroma that fills the mouth when biting, is the villagers  My favorite, chopped and marinated, it is a delicacy.

    After eating three Wowotou in a row, Mashiko Shigeo drank his saliva, and then said: "Our Wowotou with sorghum noodles is really strong. If you are full, you will have strength all day tomorrow. By the way, Mr. Zhao, we will send out  Sentinels, please fellow countrymen, if you have nothing to do, don¡¯t go out at night, so as not to cause misunderstandings for our sentries.¡±

    It is normal for the Eighth Route Army guerrillas to send sentries to keep watch. However, it is a bit unreasonable to ask the villagers not to go out because of the sentries. The purpose of the other party is obvious.  go out.

    At this moment, Zhao Xiuqin became suspicious again. The other party's motive for saying this couldn't be more obvious.

    Zhao Xiuhong came in together, cleaned up the dishes, and then set her sights on the small plates on the table.

    There, coriander, not a single bite!

    Although different people have different tastes, it is a bit unreasonable to say that all people do not eat coriander. After all, Chinese people still prefer coriander. It is a delicacy on the dinner table, no matter what it is  , Even if it is cooking a soup, I like to sprinkle a handful of coriander on it.

    Everyone does not eat, what does it mean?

    Zhao Fangyuan also noticed the position where Zhao Xiuhong's eyes noticed, and at this time, Zhao Fangyuan's face also became serious.

    He remembers very clearly that not long ago, when he went to the latrine, he met a guerrilla, who spoke with a strange accent, and communicated with him, and even in this kind of place, the other party talked eloquently,  What is the principle of resisting Japan and saving the country?

    This is simply incredible.

    That's right, the Eighth Route Army guerrillas would publicize the anti-Japanese war after they went to the countryside, but to do this kind of propaganda work to the extreme, even in the hut, this is a bit too much, the other side is serious and active to the point  .

    This made Zhao Fangyuan have to be suspicious.

    Even though these people are southerners with weird accents, their attitude towards doing things is really out of tune with ordinary Chinese.

    Chinese,All those who have always paid attention to the golden mean, although they can also engage in propaganda, but none of them can achieve this level of propaganda work.

    "There is a problem." Zhao Fangyuan said in a low voice, and as soon as the words came out, Zhao Xiuqin shook her head at him repeatedly, and then pointed outside.

    Only then did Zhao Fangyuan realize that if the other party really had a problem and was found out, then the whole village would probably be slaughtered. Thinking of this, he was immediately terrified.

    What to do next?

    It is definitely not possible to go out tonight. The other party will not only send out clear whistles, but also send out secret whistles. If you send people out, your whereabouts will definitely be exposed. As long as you go out, you will be killed even halfway.

    This night, many people are destined to lose sleep.

    The next day, just after dawn, the voice of slogans rang out outside. I have to say that this army of devils imitated it too much. Although it was a guerrilla army, it looked like a regular army.  They will go out for a run, and they run neatly around the outer circle of the village, which looks very normal, but they don't eat coriander!

    After finishing the run, he started other training. At this moment, Shigeo Masuko suddenly saw the two girls from yesterday, Zhao Xiuqin and Zhao Xiuhong, walking out of the village together.

    "Two girls, where are you going?" Mashiko Shigeo asked.

    There was a smile on his face, but his eyes were erratic, obviously he was thinking about something at this moment.

    "We are going to contact our superiors to see when people in the village will go to work to help the Eighth Route Army carry supplies." Zhao Xiuhong said: "We have discussed the specific time, so we can come back and mobilize the masses. This is a big event.  By the way, don¡¯t you guys want to go to the arsenal together, this time you can cover our people to move supplies and go to the arsenal together.¡±

    Hearing this, Mashiko Shigeo's eyes shone with light, but suddenly, something came to mind: "This road is full of barren mountains and wild mountains, so it's not safe. I'll send someone to escort you there." (Remember this website URL  : www.hlnovel.com
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