Are you a spy? Killing the enemy is too cruel.

"Old village chief, please come down for a moment." Ye Feng called out.

The old village chief, leaning on a cane, once went down to the cellar with the help of his son.

"What, what is this?" The old village chief's cloudy eyes suddenly widened. The cellar was full of supplies, bags of rice and flour, piles of potatoes and corn, bundles of cabbage, and various canned meats in the middle. What shocked him even more were the many cotton-padded clothes with strange styles. The styles looked like the winter clothes that only foreigners wore.

"Young man, where did these come from?" the old village chief asked in shock. He really couldn't figure out where these life-saving good things came from. How could they appear out of thin air? Or was it magic?

Ye Feng said, "Most of them were looted from the Japanese, such as these canned rice and flour."

"Old village chief, you must keep these supplies well and never let them out."

"Even if we need to move it, we can only give it to the most trusted person in the village. After all, we don't know if there are any Japanese in the village, and if someone will get jealous and report to the Japanese."

"Let me see who dares?"

The old village chief slammed the cane in his hand to the ground. He seemed to have changed into a different person, like an old wolf protecting its food. His momentum suddenly rose, and he said to his son next to him:

"Da Hai, remember, this is our life-saving treasure. If anyone dares to leak it to the Japanese..."

Before he could finish, Dahai, who was also emaciated, swore, "As long as I am here, if anyone dares to do that, I will be the first one to not let him go. Even if it costs my life, I will protect these life-saving supplies."

Ye Feng said, "I left a lot of food, enough for more than ten villages around. It's up to you to decide how to deliver it to them."

The old village chief said, "Young man, don't worry. This is a matter concerning the lives of many of us. I will not be careless. Moreover, after sending these grains out, we will also spread the word that our own troops from Shenzhou have come to give us grain and fight the Japanese. Let everyone wait quietly. When the Japanese are driven away, we can live a good life under the leadership of the underground party troops."

When Ye Feng heard this, he thought it was a safe matter. By sending the grain out, he could also leave a good reputation among the people.

In this way, when the entire island is recovered, I believe the people will support their underground party troops.

After walking out, to Ye Feng's surprise, many people were holding various things in their hands, such as rice, bacon, wild vegetables, eggs, etc., in small quantities, and they were handed to Ye Feng one after another.

It seemed as if there was sand in Ye Feng's eyes, and tears began to well up in his eyes.

These foods are the only food the villagers have. Even when they are not able to eat enough, they are still given away.

"Thank you for your kindness. I promise that from today on, no one will have to go hungry."

"After we drive the Japanese away, every household will be allocated land. After that, I look forward to eating the better food grown by everyone."

Ye Feng waved goodbye to his fellow villagers, then strode out of the village.

After he left.

The old village chief also made secret contacts and asked his son Dahai to call over 30 strong men from the village.

The village was not big, and everyone had the same surname and knew each other well, so the old village chief felt comfortable telling everyone about the supplies in the cellar. After everyone had taken turns going down the cellar and coming out again, everyone had a look of surprise and astonishment on their faces.

"Old village chief, where do all those canned rice and flour, as well as various potatoes, corn and grains come from?"

"Could it be that the underground party troops secretly sent it?"

"Really? This is indeed our own army. They think about us and know that we are starving and cold. Even when they are fighting the Japanese, they have not forgotten us."

"That's great! With these supplies, we can have a good New Year in the coming years."

"Not only are the people in our village having a hard time, but people in the surrounding villages have also starved to death recently. We can give away some of this food. After all, everyone has the same blood in their bodies, and we can't just stand by and watch them die."

"But what if there are spies planted by the devils in other villages?"

"This is easy to solve. We will send the food over at night and won't tell anyone. We will just leave a note to let people know that it is our own troops and that the troops from Shenzhou sent the food."

……

The village is so small that it is impossible to hide the fact that the three cellars of the village chief's house are filled with all kinds of food.

At this time, the old village chief also demonstrated his authority in the village and went from house to house to warn each family.

At the same time, grain from the cellar was moved out in small quantities and delivered to every household.

In order to avoid being discovered by the Japanese, everyone agreed not to touch the canned rice and flour, but each family was given some potatoes. In those days, being able to have a hearty potato feast was already considered a New Year celebration.

Soon, a lot of smoke appeared in the village. Everyone was boiling potatoes and the aroma of food was spreading.

Outside the village, the pursuing Japanese troops also arrived. Seeing smoke rising from every household, the Japanese devils were very confused. They were worried that the underground party troops were lurking here, so they immediately sent people into the village to check. However, they saw that many people were either boiling potatoes or roasting potatoes. The food was very simple.

"Bagaya road!"

"Have you hidden any food?" The Japanese devils looked ferocious and started rummaging through the boxes and cabinets. In the end, they couldn't find any food and could only leave angrily.

The traitor who followed the army said indifferently, "Taijun, it's not worth making a fuss. In this winter season, the food these poor families harvested from the fields is just some potatoes. They can only eat these things. The rice they planted has long been confiscated by us. Eating some potatoes will not make them full, but they will not starve to death. Next year, they can continue to farm and produce food for us."

In the eyes of the traitors, what's so good about potatoes? Are there any more delicious rice and pork?

"it is good!"

The Japanese officer ordered, "Keep chasing, the Shenzhou troops are ahead, we must catch up with them."

In a house with bare walls.

A family of five gathered around the big pot, and the two children stretched their necks to stare at the steaming potatoes inside.

"Mom, can I eat now?" The little girl licked her lips, looking very cute.

The woman smiled gently and said, "Okay, eat the potatoes first. I'll cook a pot of rice for you tonight and steam a bowl of bacon. I guarantee you'll have a full belly."

"Rice?"

The little boy's eyes lit up and he asked curiously, "Mom, are there really rice and meat?"

Seeing her mother nod, the little girl also cheered, but this scene made the woman wipe away tears from the corners of her eyes. Life was too difficult. Since the child was born, she had not had a full meal, let alone bacon.

A man walked in, held the woman's hand, looked outside and said, "The end of the little devils has come. When our Shenzhou troops drive away these evil devils, we will eat rice every day."

The family gathered together, eating potatoes in their hands, with satisfied smiles on their faces.

The whole village is no longer lifeless.

In every household, everyone had a smile on their face and was talking about the good days to come.