"Good morning, Gangtou! Good morning, Shaobing! Good morning, Facai! Good morning, Bacon! Good morning, Roubaozi! Good morning1......"
After washing up with ginger tea early in the morning, I would greet everyone I saw in a serious manner.
In the past, we just greeted each other vaguely and no one paid attention.
This sudden incident made everyone feel uncomfortable.
"Jiang, are you okay? Why are you so scary for no reason?"
After washing up, Ke Zi stood by her side and watched the whole process, feeling strange.
Someone got up early in the morning, stood at the door seriously, and called everyone's name and said hello with an expressionless face.
Putting aside the question of whether I can adapt or not, I just feel a little uneasy.
It's a bit like what the old people used to say about being possessed by evil spirits. Could it be that something has possessed me?
Ke Zi was extremely anxious, but he didn't dare to bring up the matter in front of Jiang Cha.
I’m afraid that I’ll anger that thing, and what will I do if Xiao Jiang starts to get angry?
I ate a distracted breakfast around the table, and then found an opportunity to secretly call the uncle aside.
I whispered to him what happened in the morning and also explained to him some legends of my hometown.
"Uncle, here's the thing. You said there's only one girl here, Jiang. As my grandmother would say, she's deficient in yang energy and is possessed by a demon.
"You need to think of a solution quickly. Her body can't handle it any longer! I've always said there's nothing good in this old forest, including those monsters. If you have the guts, go find the devils!"
Ke Zi became angrier and angrier as he spoke, his mind racing with thoughts about the gods and ghosts that the old lady had told him back home.
Is there any way to control these things? Unfortunately, I have almost forgotten those stories from my childhood!
"What are you thinking about? You're possessed? I think you're possessed, possessed by a pig spirit! It's simply...what can I say about you?
Xiao Jiang is memorizing everyone's names. He didn't have time before, but he's freer these days. If you're bored, go outside and chop some firewood and hang it up.
I think it's going to rain in the next few days, and my legs are really weak. Save some firewood and light a brazier to get rid of the moisture. Get out of here now! Seeing you every day gives me a headache!"
After saying that, he kicked the shell, but it didn't work very hard.
After Ke Zi went out with the hatchet, the uncle started laughing alone, covering his mouth.
"What's going on? Did you find some gold? Are you secretly enjoying this by yourself?"
The chef brushed the dirt off his body, put the hatchet aside, and asked curiously.
"I'm telling you what happened... I sent that kid out to chop firewood. I think he's just sitting around doing nothing all day! You know, Xiao Jiang is quite interesting. He even takes his name seriously."
"You know shit! That kid spent half the night reciting it, and this morning she was so scared she'd forget that she quickly called everyone over. If she was all laughing and joking, she'd definitely forget! If you don't believe me, interrupt her at lunch and she'll definitely start over again!"
The chef regretted it the night before after he told Jiang Cha that the child was still young and he shouldn't have said anything so serious.
There has been no peace since she crossed the river. It is really not easy for her to remember hundreds of people at once.
So I gave her a list of names before going to bed, and this morning I greeted her with ginger tea in the order of the list.
Otherwise how would he know?
Jiang Cha didn't know that the chef she was praising yesterday was secretly making trouble for her today.
Fortunately, the uncle was not as unreliable as the chef. Not only did he not make trouble, he also helped her strengthen her memory.
"Look, Gangtou's hometown is in Shandong Province, and they have a kind of pasta called this. His family used to have a small stall selling sesame cakes, and I heard they even have a secret recipe!"
The Fa Cai family makes coffins, and they are said to be particular about the "raw" coffin material. It sounds strange, but people who do this job don't mind it.
When Bacon and Roubaozi first came here, they almost starved to death. Later they survived by gnawing on tree bark. They said they wanted to give themselves a name that would ensure they were well fed in this life!
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Jiang Cha listened to the uncle explain to her how everyone got their nicknames. The more she listened, the more she felt that everyone was a talent.
If you wait a few decades, this can basically be used as an online name.
Because the origins of the names are strange, yet reasonable.
Then she also learned the name of the bannerman and the master who always stayed with him.
The bannermen are called big ring fingers, and the masters are called big apes.
The names of these two people are simply out of control. One is a thing that he always carries with him, and the other is an alias for his kung fu.
Jiang Cha had seen martial arts masters practicing, and their punches were as loud as firecrackers.
She had seen the performance of an actor on a variety show back then, so she recognized at a glance that the master was practicing Tongbeiquan.
This set of boxing has a nickname, called Tongbei Yuanhou!
In two days, he not only remembered the names of his former companions, but also remembered the names of his new comrades clearly.
Then the heavy rain came as expected, and everyone lit a brazier in the dining room and started to discuss the next plan.
We can't just stay here and wait for the Japanese to come to us, right?
Except for Jiang Cha, everyone in the house accepted the heavy rain outside well, as it was not the first time.
But this time was the most comfortable one. I didn’t have to worry about being bitten by poisonous snakes or the serious waterlogging in the woods.
There was no one hugging a tree covered in mud, hiding from the wild beasts in a panic.
So even though it was inconvenient to come in and out, no one complained.
They were all enjoying drinking the hot water and even had the mind to make a few jokes.
I grew up in the north and had never experienced such a humid environment.
Even though she was mentally prepared, she still broke out in such a humid environment.
It’s also because the original body’s physical fitness is not very good. He injured his foundation when he was a child. He is usually fine, but the difference can be seen when something happens.
Others thought that she was born into a wealthy family and was therefore delicate, but only she herself understood that her physical foundation was very poor.
Fortunately, her mind was full of things she had to do with the Japanese, and she never thought about finding a man to marry and have children.
otherwise?
She has already "turned over a new leaf"!
How can I run as freely as I do now?
As for the future?
Now that we are on the battlefield, who would think about the future?
She has lived so many years longer than others, no matter what happens to her, it's already her due!
The camp’s warehouse was filled with things that never set, and the foreigners had no habit of eating chili peppers to remove dampness.
We could only rely on the loess that everyone shoveled back in the rain, fry it in a pan until it was hot, wrap it in clothes and apply it on our bodies.
During the rainy days, everyone was studying which method would result in less casualties when targeting the Japanese artillery towers that were closer to them.
There were also heated discussions about everyone's retreat route and, if all went well, who the next target would be.
Slamming the table, glaring, being sarcastic and trying to see who has the loudest voice!
So this is what "discussion" means?
The atmosphere is quite harmonious!
She held a bag of hot yellow soil and leaned against the brazier to get rid of the moisture.
Watch the fun... No, watch the meeting and discussion process!
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