I fought guerrilla warfare in the Yimeng Mountains during the Anti-Japanese War

At dawn, Heiwa came to wait again. Chen Feng told him that they would not go hunting today, but would go to Baodugou for a walk. Heiwa was still frightened because Feng Ge had slipped and fallen there last time. He felt a little embarrassed to go there again. Chen Feng saw his hesitation and said:

Why don't you help your parents with their work today? I'll go take a look and come back soon.

Hei Wa was determined to hear this:

Forget it, I'll take you there! You don't remember what happened before, and it's hard to find the way there. The two still carried guns, ate some food, took some dry food and water bags and set off. Baodugou was seven or eight miles away from Chen Feng's home, separated by Zhaojia Village. There were not many residents in Zhaojia Village, mainly because they were ravaged by bandits on the hill before. Although there were no bandits, few people moved here. Who knows when troubled times will come, and bandits will come to occupy the mountain and become kings again.

The two did not go through Zhaojia Village, but passed through the mountains and forests in the east. They reached the bottom of the mountain in less than an hour. After resting for a while, they began to climb the mountain. There were not many trees on the mountain, which was completely different from what Chen Feng remembered. Some trees that grew there were chopped down for firewood by nearby villagers. The weeds were very deep, and there were dense shrubs. Chen Feng recognized this shrub, called Bailuo, with broad leaves that could barely be used to wrap rice dumplings. It was estimated that in another month, the weeds and Bailuo would be cleared, and even Bailuo leaves would not be left. Late autumn and early winter is the season for making pancakes in southern Shandong. Every household grinds the soaked dried sweet potatoes into flour and makes pancakes on a griddle. They need to eat them until the wheat harvest next year, so a large amount of leaves and firewood are needed.

Heiwa was familiar with the route, and it took Chen Feng only more than half an hour to climb to the bottom of the hill. Chen Feng didn't rush to let Heiwa lead him up. He circled the bottom of the hill. When he was halfway around, he found a very thin stream of water flowing down from the hill. It hadn't rained for many days! Could there be a spring on top? It's unlikely. This is the highest place within dozens of miles. The water veins can't flow from the bottom to the top. The hill is basically 90 degrees steep all around, and it's difficult to climb up unless someone puts down a rope to help. However, it's not difficult for Chen Feng. As long as there is a gap in the rock wall and a foothold in the middle, he can go up. He didn't try to climb once. I don't know where I fell last time. I'm almost done with a circle. I found the route to climb the hill. In fact, it's not a road, that is, there is always a place to stay. Heiwa pointed to the small tree a quarter of the way up:

Brother Feng, you fell from there last time. Fortunately, you pulled that small tree so that you didn’t fall headfirst. It was also because the small tree took away the force so you were only injured when you fell.

Chen Feng looked at the location and found it somewhat dangerous. There was a smooth stone between the two footholds. There seemed to be some moss on the stone. He asked Heiwa to wait below. Chen Feng wanted to climb up and take a look. Heiwa did not dare to stop him and insisted on following him. Chen Feng thought about training Heiwa quickly and did not stop him.

After tying up the guns, the two climbed up one after the other. In fact, as long as they were careful and kept their feet on the ground every time, as long as they were not afraid of heights, there would not be much danger. In less than ten minutes, the two reached the top of the hill. There were actually buildings on it, two low stone houses hidden under the trees, which could not be seen from a distance. The houses were empty. They should have been the residence of bandits in the past. Except for trees and weeds, there was nothing on the hill. The two walked around in the weeds, being very careful not to step on empty space, otherwise they would surely die if they fell. Heiwa found a pool, which was completely carved out of the stone. It was in a relatively low-lying location. If it rained heavily, the surrounding All the rainwater will gather into the pool, and most of the pool is still filled with water. The water is clear and you can see the bottom. It is estimated that the thin stream of water below is leaking out from the gap in the pool. The whole pool is irregular, about three meters deep, and the widest part is close to four meters in diameter. It is larger at the bottom and smaller at the top, and it will not evaporate quickly under the sun. It would be even better if you find a big lid to block the top opening. If it is filled with water, it is estimated that it will be enough for dozens of people to drink for a month. Chen Feng looked to the east in the direction of the morning light, and vaguely saw large and small green mountains. Thinking of the bandits on the mountain, he could not bear it any longer. The Mid-Autumn Festival had passed, and he let these bastards live through another festival.

The two of them explored the surroundings again and found nothing else. They carefully went down the hill. It was easy to go up the mountain but difficult to go down. Their feet could slip at any time, so they needed to hold on to the rocks with their hands with every step. Chen Feng's main purpose of coming to Baodu Hill was to familiarize himself with the terrain. The Japanese were coming soon. If he remembered correctly, the Japanese would attack Teng County in March after the New Year. Chen Feng knew that he was not omnipotent and immortal, nor did he have any ability to defy heaven. It was difficult for him to change history. He could only contribute his greatest strength in this anti-Japanese torrent, kill more Japanese and create more troubles for them.

It was almost noon, Chen Feng took Hei Wa to Bei Zhuang, and did not bother Zhang Liang. They found a blacksmith shop, and Chen Feng and the blacksmith ordered some nails. The blacksmith looked at Chen Feng with some doubts, wondering why nails as thick as chopsticks and as long as middle fingers did not have flat heads, but seeing that Chen Feng was generous, he agreed to order only 200 nails for one dollar, and asked Chen Feng to pick them up in four or five days. Hei Wa was also quite confused, but did not ask in detail, because asking too much would make the boss unhappy and he would be asking for trouble.

The two of them strolled back to the village. It was already past lunchtime, so they simply warmed up two bowls of braised meat and ate a large plate of sweet potatoes. It was still early to get dark, so Chen Feng decided to go to the fields to help his father work, so that Heiwa would not be idle and go back to help his parents with farm work. Heiwa didn't want to go back, so he followed Chen Feng to the fields. After the sweet potatoes were dug up, those that should be transported back were put into the kang well, and most of the rest were rubbed into dried melons and left to dry in the fields. Chen Weiping was picking up the dried melons quickly, and occasionally straightened up to rest his old waist. Time is not forgiving, and he feels that his health is not as good as before. Seeing his son and Heiwa walking along the ridge of the field, he thought he forgot to bring the key home, so he took off the key and prepared to give it to Chen Feng. Seeing this, Chen Feng waved his hand, picked up a basket and started picking up dried melons. Heiwa and Chen Feng were together, each with a basket, and they could pick up a basket in a short while. Heiwa opened his pocket and Chen Feng poured it in, and then the two continued to pick up along the same place they had just picked up.

Chen Weiping was very happy. His son didn't want to do farm work before, and he never forced him. Now it seems that he feels sorry for his father. The three of them are much faster. After picking up one field, they move on to the next one. There are no continuous fields here, but only one or two pieces of land along the grid. It's getting dark, and there's only one field left. Chen Feng said that he can see it with the moonlight, so let's finish it! It won't take long.

It was almost eight o'clock and it was completely dark. Chen Feng was pushing the cart with ten bags full of dried melons tied on both sides, leaving only a gap in the middle to see the road. Heiwa was pulling the cart in front with a hemp rope, and Chen Weiping was carrying two baskets and a sickle and hoe on his shoulders. Ten bags of dried melons weighed only three or four hundred kilograms, which was not difficult to push with the cart. While Heiwa was pulling the cart, he reminded Chen Feng of the ditches and bumps ahead. When they got home, his father went to the vegetable garden to pick some vegetables for cooking in the evening. Heiwa took the key from Chen Feng, opened the gate, removed the threshold, and the two of them pushed the cart to the door of the main room together. Without letting Heiwa do anything, Chen Feng picked up two bags at a time and stacked them on the pile of several bags of dried melons that already existed.

I lit a cigarette and waited for my dad to cook. Tonight, it was pork offal and stir-fried peppers. Life has been a bit extravagant lately. If it weren't for the huge pot of offal that couldn't be stored, my dad would never let it be wasted like this.