Jiang Cha leaned against the wall, drinking Coke and watching the newcomers busying around. He felt that their behavior looked more and more familiar.
Look at how these people are dressed, their clothes are tattered and patched up.
They were all pale and skinny, looking much like most of the cannon fodder here.
He wore straw sandals and had cloth strips tied around his calves.
If I'm not mistaken, it should be the Hong Party's team, right?
Because they were the people brought back by Shell, where they came from, which team they belonged to, and which commander they were under.
This is the job of the uncles, to recruit people.
Then we pull together and work together in unity.
Unite all forces that can be united and concentrate together to fight against the Japanese.
It is more deterrent than their small-scale "guerrilla warfare" because everyone has the same goal.
No matter which camp you are in, the first common enemy is the Japanese devils.
The Kuomintang members who are still here are almost all cannon fodder abandoned by the main force.
It is not taken seriously in itself, so there is no need to consider any political factors.
Those things are for the people in power to play with, and these rough guys can't understand them.
"Brother, you should know our identities. Aren't you afraid of being punished by military law when you return? And we have already agreed that we are partners. If there is anything, we can discuss it together!
"You can't have one person do the talking! We're all about democracy here. We discuss everything together and vote by raising our hands. We're allies, not trying to be recruited by you, right?"
His clothes were tattered, but it did not affect the sharpness of the man in front of him at all.
The words seemed to be spoken in a negotiating tone, but the cooperative relationship was emphasized several times.
If Jiang Cha saw this, he would definitely be surprised.
This sharp-minded man was exactly the one who had just wiped the edge of the pot for her with a silly smile on his face.
"Look at what you said. Since we opened the door and invited you in, we want to cooperate with you to fight the Japanese! You can see that we are outnumbered. If we really fight the Japanese face to face, we basically have no chance of winning.
We also had two incidents earlier, I believe you should have heard about it! That was just a fluke. If we really fought the devils, we had too few people!
So we thought of gathering everyone together, pulling together as one, and killing the devils together! Of course, this is just our idea, not comprehensive, you can go back and discuss it.
If you think it's appropriate, stay and have someone get you some bath water and some new clothes to clean up!"
Sitting opposite the man were the uncle, the squad leader and the bannerman, and the rest of the people responsible for taking notes were the leaders of the daily forced marches.
Maybe they called in the smartest people in the team, so they shouldn't be at a disadvantage when discussing cooperation with each other.
"What I said is true! Why did they kick me out? The squad leader's son can stay, why should I be kicked out?"
The chef sat next to Jiang Cha and chattered away. Where was the original sense of mystery?
When Jiang Cha saw the chef in the courtyard for the first time, he thought he was a busybody.
But it took a long time to see his true face, he was a mean and talkative person.
He keeps talking about something endlessly, and the key is that he thinks he is right.
Just like this time when he was kicked out, everyone saw it clearly.
The newcomer was very busy as soon as he came in. After dinner, he cleaned the kitchen very well.
Then they would fill up the empty water tanks, and even when chatting in the yard, everyone would hold some dry straw in their hands to make straw sandals.
Quite hardworking and capable!
Who would have thought that this guy would ask others if they were from the kitchen team?
They also said that they went to the frontline to fight the Japanese with real guns and swords, and they couldn't win with just a spatula or an iron spoon!
As it turned out, there really was a cook in their team, who looked as dark and strong as Erbao and Bandeng.
He stood up, grabbed the chef's arm and threw him out, leaving a message behind.
"What's wrong with the kitchen team? I can still kill the devils even if I carry a big cooking pot on my back. If you don't believe me, let's have a competition when we have a chance to see who kills more devils."
He almost disrupted the "bilateral talks", so he was warned by the people inside not to go in again.
I was afraid that he would say something unpleasant again, and that the "cooperation target" I had finally found would be driven away by him.
"Jiang, do you think I'm right? He's so diligent as soon as he comes in, and he cleans the kitchen quite neatly. I have to ask if he's from the kitchen.
What if they're all logistics? Feeding a bunch of logistics? I just want to find some more capable fighters. Cooking? It's like they can do it!
Do we really need to hire someone specifically? Xiao Jiang, your cooking skills are pretty good, about three or four times as good as mine! With just the two of us, there's no need for so many people."
If she hadn't tasted what the chef had cooked, she would have almost believed what he said!
He was quite bold in saying that. With his cooking skills, could he eat everyone and then lie down directly?
Being able to turn ordinary ingredients into delicious food that people like is a chef’s skill.
Making everything taste the same is not something that most people can do.
Any ingredients that fall into the hands of the chef end up with a whoosh smell. I don’t know how he cooks them.
From this point of view, he is indeed a talent.
"Chef, where did you come from? In logistics, raising pigs? Or making rice noodles in the city?"
"You said the rice I cooked was swill! And when it comes to making vermicelli, you'd say, 'Isn't it just bean juice?' Tomorrow, after we drive the Japanese away, I'll take you to drink bean juice, and there's also some delicious pickled vegetables, which are spicy and flavorful!"
(Douzhi is fermented from the leftovers from making mung bean vermicelli. It tastes a bit like sour cabbage soup from Northeast China. If you want to try it, try to buy cooked douzhi. Raw douzhi can cause stomach upset, so don't try it lightly!)
"From the old city? I really didn't realize you were from the same hometown! When I heard you speak normally, I thought you were from the south. I didn't expect that!"
"You didn't even ask! Don't think I don't know. You still haven't figured out the names of everyone on our team. At least you can remember their nicknames!"
"It would be so unfair if we didn't even have a name in the future! What would it be like if no one remembered our name after our life in this world?"
Do you think he is out of tune?
This person's words made Jiang Cha want to copy each person's name fifty times immediately and remember them firmly.
Ever since I came here, I've been marching as soon as I open my eyes every day. I can't remember anything except not to fall behind.
What the chef said seemed very small, but it was something that everyone was concerned about.
Otherwise, why do we all have nicknames?
Isn’t it just because it’s easy to remember?
I don’t expect anyone to burn paper or incense for them in the future, I just hope that when someone mentions this war, someone will still mention their names.
This way, your life will be worthwhile!
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