"Xiao Jiang, have your partners told us what they're going to do next? Look, our factory's production line can't keep up lately. The Japanese have been very active lately.
Our equipment is a bit behind the times, do you think we can do this?"
On the way, Lao Zhang spoke to Jiang Cha in a somewhat awkward manner about their current needs, hoping that the powerful team behind Xiao Jiang could help and get back a Japanese machine tool.
Of course, this was just his personal wish. Who asked that group of people to make such a big fuss in their daily lives and bring the goods back safely with their magical powers?
If he hadn't been driving back, he wouldn't have believed it was true!
Someone actually brought the stuff back!
"Don't listen to what Old Zhang says. A machine tool production line is not something that ordinary people can get. I, Old Xing, calculated that the Japanese's hometown must be in chaos. Who would dare to take action at this time?
You're just not satisfied. Although production at our factory is a little difficult, our comrades on the front lines have used it to defeat the Japanese. Little Jiang hasn't even sat down yet, and you're already urging him to work harder. You're even richer than a landlord!"
He spoke loudly, as if speaking for her, and scolded Lao Zhang.
Jiang Cha sat in the car and listened to the two people talking in vain. Old Xing, who looked like a rough man, had something else to say. In fact, they meant the same thing, but just said it in different ways.
"I can't guarantee I'll be able to get it back by then. You know they've messed things up over there. Not only did they blow up the factory, they also set fire to Jingdu, burning down most of the city.
"Let them take over the machine tool production line. We have to find an opportunity. I'll tell them later and let them decide."
Anyway, their riot is in the summer, so there is still plenty of time. When she goes back, she can find time to go and take a look. The enemy can make whatever we need.
She wasn't afraid of trouble, but she hated that the space was too small, so she had to consider the size of the space when bringing anything.
After hearing her agree, the two people driving the car in front clapped their hands quietly.
Just now when everyone was loading the truck, the two of them hid behind the truck and made an agreement. One of them would play the good cop and the other the bad cop, asking her to bring back some good stuff.
Who told them that their factory equipment is so backward?
At present, their technology is not yet at the level of independently producing guns, and they are mostly repairing defective products brought back from the battlefield.
There were no machine tools or production lines, and mines, explosive packs, and grenades were made entirely by hand.
They can't make the rest of the more delicate ones. If they can be given a complete production line, they will be self-sufficient by then!
Lao Zhang and the other two were winking at each other in the front, while Jiang Cha was sitting in the back of the car wondering where the Japanese had their production line.
Then how could she sneak in and steal the things? This was a question that required careful study. She would make plans after checking the map.
When going up the mountain, some people carried the boxes on their shoulders, some carried them with two people, and some of the larger boxes were carried by several people using slightly thicker sticks.
Jiang Cha followed them empty-handed, using his hands and feet to run at the back of the team, looking very embarrassed.
When we arrived at the camp, the people had already put away their boxes and were drinking hot sorghum porridge in the kitchen.
"Have a bowl and you'll feel warm all over. The old squad leader made this especially for us. You must have never tasted it before, try it."
The paste made from red sorghum ground into powder is red in color, thin and not very sticky, with scattered chopped green onions floating on it.
I picked it up and took a sip. How do you describe the taste?
It was a little bitter and salty, but nothing else. She didn't think it was very tasty, but she saw people around her eating it with gusto, even scraping the bottom of the bowl clean with their hands.
Without saying anything, I learned to scrape the bottom of the bowl with my fingers while drinking from it, and I almost never had to wash the bowl after eating.
"Why are you imitating this bad habit, kid? A bunch of uncouth people are so unrefined, why are you imitating them? Look at your clothes, they have a history, you can't do such things. And everyone, be careful, our little Jiang is still here!"
After saying that, he scraped the bottom of the bowl, and the team, who had been so obedient just now, immediately burst into laughter.
When the original owner was at home, he couldn't even afford sorghum porridge like this. He often ate wild vegetable soup and wild vegetable dumplings. Wild vegetable soup is eaten in spring and summer. Fresh wild vegetables picked from the ground are washed, boiled in a pot, and salted.
It tastes very bitter, and she has no staple food but to eat this.
Sometimes when I was too hungry to bear it, I would go to the river to catch fish and shrimps and cook them together with wild vegetable soup, which was at least a bit of meat.
In autumn, when the harvest comes, the work of harvesting corn, sorghum, sweet potatoes and peanuts never stops.
Her family would give her a wild vegetable dumpling to eat, but although it was said to be a wild vegetable dumpling, it could actually only be put into the bowl and could not be picked up at all.
The adults and boys in the family ate cornmeal vegetable dumplings filled with vegetables and lard.
Not to mention that she was drooling just by eating and smelling it, but it was a pity that she didn't get any. The adults in the family said that a boy would be the one to lead the family in the future, and girls would be a waste if they gave them food.
So she ate a specially made version, which was made by soaking wild vegetables dried in spring and summer in water, chopped up, mixed with wheat bran, corn cobs and a very small amount of sweet potato flour, and steamed.
The color was a strange gray-green, and it was so loose that she couldn't even pick it up. Even though it was such a thing, she only gave her one a day without caring about whether she was full or not.
In the north, people hibernate in winter and what they eat depends entirely on what adults decide.
The original owner survived only because of luck. Even though she was later sold into a building, she felt that she had fallen into a blessed place.
At least they provide meals, real meals with oil, so the original owner took the initiative to apply for work as soon as it was opened.
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