While watching Song Songbai and Ge Qiuze busying themselves.
While chatting with Uncle Zhang, Uncle Zhang was quite talkative to her and the girl looked kind.
As expected by Zhou Yian, he had indeed served in the army. "I joined the army many years earlier than that kid Ge, but he led the army and killed countless Japanese soldiers."
"You're so awesome, Uncle Zhang. You're my role model." Zhou Yian sighed in his heart. Each one of them is a hero.
Speaking of this, Zhou Yian's occupational illness kicked in, and she pulled out a pen and paper. Luckily, the last time she'd talked to Sister Pigpen about her miserable half-life, she'd insisted she write it down, so she'd gone home to get it. So today, she'd brought a notebook with her, and the pen, of course, was the Hero brand fountain pen she'd splurged on at the beginning.
The touch of the pen moving across the paper is simply perfect and intoxicating.
She didn't know why she bought two at that time. Now that she thinks about it, maybe it was a bargain for Song Songbai.
"Uncle Zhang, tell me," Zhou Yian said, sitting upright, no longer languid, as a sign of respect for Uncle Zhang, "was the war of resistance very difficult back then?"
"It was definitely hard, besides sometimes not having enough food to eat and being cold," Uncle Zhang sighed, "the hardest part was losing my comrades one by one. Compared to this hardship, all other hardships pale in comparison."
"These are good days."
What Zhou Yian considered to be hard days were actually good days in the hearts of these old people. Realizing this made her feel a little uncomfortable.
The future will be better, she said to herself.
"So how did you fight the Japanese back then?" Zhou Yian regretted mentioning the word "hardship" and tried to say something happier. "Were we very good at guerrilla warfare?"
"Haha, that's right. Every mountain had our base. We would fire a shot, rob a wave, and then leave." Uncle Zhang looked proud. "Chairman Mao was really great. We only managed to persevere because we listened to 'On Protracted War' every day back then."
"Yeah," Zhou Yian nodded quickly. How could he not nod? "Then Uncle Zhang, tell me some interesting stories about fighting the Japanese. I'll write them down."
"That's a lot." Uncle Zhang became excited and started talking about one or two of the most interesting ones.
Zhou Yian laughed as he took notes, "I didn't expect Uncle Zhang to be so smart. He even knew how to use a gun to shoot down a hornet's nest."
"Of course, they were allowed to rest under a hornet's nest," said Uncle Zhang, feeling proud. "I'm from the countryside, don't I know? These bees are very poisonous."
Speaking of bees, Zhou Yian thought of honey again. She had never found it in the mountains.
"Just shoot them one by one."
Zhou Yian took notes as he listened. These were all materials. Even if they couldn't be published in the newspaper, he could compile them into a book. It would also be great to leave some stories about the War of Resistance for the future.
Even if the wheel of history rolls on, there will always be some people who shine brightly.
Song Songbai finally checked it over and came up with a plan for repairing this old walking tractor. "It can be repaired, but it's going to take a lot of work."
"I'm not afraid of the trouble." Ge Qiuze nodded. Even if he wanted to buy a tractor, there was nowhere to buy it.
"It can be repaired, right? Then I'll sell it to you." Uncle Zhang also heard it, "But you have to find a way to transport it back."
"Then can we have it repaired here, Uncle Zhang, and then drive it back when it's done?" Zhou Yian said. How can we transport it? It's quite big, and even an ox cart can't fit it. The ox will be tired to death.
"The bad ones sell for one price, and the good ones sell for another price, girl." Uncle Zhang replied to her suggestively.
This was something Zhou Yian had not expected.
"This tire is usable," Song Songbai said, "We can ask a few village chiefs to take it back when the time comes."
That's all we can do.
"Then I will go back and tell my father to find someone to take them back." Ge Qiuze said, and he would not stay with the two people.
Of course they both nodded.
Zhou Yian said goodbye to Uncle Zhang, "I'll come to see you and Ah Huang again some other day."
"Okay, come when you have time."
After going out, Zhou Yian looked at the time. It was not yet lunch time, so he had a good time to go to the black market.
"I'll get the bacon and pork belly when the time comes. Let's go to the movies." Song Songbai didn't want her to go to the black market. Not to mention calling Cheng Fei brother, just talking about the price, he didn't know if Ge Qiuze had discussed it with Cheng Fei.
"No, the movie is a bit long. We can go to the black market to buy some things first, and then go watch it after lunch." Zhou Yian thought about it and refused. She also wanted to see if there were any new items in the black market.
Unfortunately, apart from the food coupons, there are still a lot of other coupons, and they were basically used up before the New Year.
"Ahem," Song Songbai coughed, "I remembered I need some parts to repair the tractor, so I need to go to the scrap yard to have a look."
"Okay then," Zhou Yian nodded, still focusing on business. "Then let's go to the scrap yard to look for parts, then have lunch, and finally go to the black market."
Song Songbai was silent...
What should I do?
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