The power of knowledge is really powerful.

After the lighthouse has built-in dampers, the typhoon has no choice but to do anything to it.

In fact, this lighthouse is relatively not very high. Its base is just fragile. As long as its wooden base does not cause stress breaks due to repeated shaking, it will be safe in typhoon days.

So the militiamen became bored.

They want to go home...

But the huge waves on the sea are surging. Not to mention that you can’t leave today, you can’t leave tomorrow!

There are no entertainment facilities on the island.

So the militia stared at each other.

There are only more than 100 young and middle-aged people on the island now. Everyone wants to play, but what can they play?

In the evening, a pheasant was frightened by the typhoon and got into the house. Everyone was unable to slaughter it and kept playing with the chicken.

Finally, Wang Yi couldn't bear it when he saw the chicken's feathers being messy and dying.

The militia were tired of playing with pheasants, and they asked each other whispered, "What are we playing?"

Boldly make suggestions: "Go and wrestle, how about wrestle in a typhoon day?"

No one answered his words.

This is a lunatic!

Not to mention how dangerous it is to fall in a windy day, just say that the stones on the top of the mountain are all granite. That thing is so strong that it has been exposed to wind and sun for so many years. Wrestling on it?

If your head falls off accidentally, you can add a dish to the militia tonight:

Red oil brain flower.

Wang Yi smiled beside him, leaning against the wall with his arms in his arms. In fact, he had some games without tools to pass the boring time, but he didn't want to say it.

Don't show your face too much.

As a result, he wanted to keep a low profile, but the militia refused to let him go. Li Yansong suggested: "Teacher Wang, I heard from the people in your team that you are good at storytelling. We are bored here. Tell us a few storytellings to pass the time."

The smile on Wang Yi's face suddenly froze.

I have no mobile phone and no books, so why would I tell you about storytelling?

He immediately refused and said, "It's all nonsense among the members. I can teach but I can't speak storytelling."

But the militia were too bored. Many people in it had heard that he could talk about storytelling, so they started to clamor:

"Teacher Wang, come one, Teacher Wang, come one!"

"One, two, three, four, five, we have worked so hard!"

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, we are waiting in a hurry!"

Wang Yi was in a dilemma.

But when he saw this, even Dabang and others were following him.

I was surrounded by a group of men.

He had no choice and suggested, "Comrades, let's sing. You are all militiamen. Then there must be military song training competitions during the military training every year, right?"

After a few things that happened after coming to the island, especially when he used fishing nets and bricks as dampers to liberate everyone from the storm and heavy rain, he was already a little vaguely regarded as commander by the militia.

So when he proposed it, someone followed the suggestion and said: "Then let's have a song..."

"What are you coming? Jin Lao Er is just your voice, right?" The other militia scolded him.

"Otherwise, let's play songs first, encourage Teacher Wang to encourage Teacher Wang, and at the same time ask Teacher Wang to prepare. When you are ready, tell us storytelling. Is it OK?" Li Yanhua gave a suggestion.

The militia applauded: "Okay!"

Shi Dazhang seized the time to show himself, and quickly stood up and said, "Then I'll start the comrades..."

"Mr. Shi is here, so I need to start?" The militia coaxed him.

Shi Dazhang sat down with a wry smile. Shi Dashou stood up and said, "Okay, if you want to play military songs, then we have to compete in the first game. It just so happens that we have three teams now, so we will compete in the competition according to the three teams!"

The militia agreed: "Okay!" "Okay!"

But some people also asked: "Since it's a competition song, then those who win will be rewarded and those who lose will be punished, right?"

Now everyone is in a dilemma.

They want to reward, but what can they reward?

If they punish those who lose, they are unwilling to do so. If they win, they will be more attractive than if they lose.

At this time, Yi Qiaomu stood up and laughed:

"Comrades, our revolutionary team has had the tradition of competing for fighting spirit since the Red Army. Although you are not regular troops, the militia team is also a force that cannot be ignored to defend the country."

"If you do the competition, then an old man like me cannot participate. I will be a judge for you. At the same time, everyone knows that when the storm passes, I will invite my comrades to have some meals and drinks."

"But my students know that my family is not very wealthy, so they may not be able to invite you to drink good wine when they invite everyone to drink. I heard that three types of wine are popular in our Wengzhou area. According to the grade, from low to high, it is a 10-small roast, the 90s and the 10th Marshals!"

"Then why not use the wine level to reward your three teams. The first one drinks the top ten marshals, the second one drinks the top nineties, and the third one can only burn it. Is it OK?"

"Okay!" The militia suddenly became excited.

"This is good!"

"Good guy, the first thing to drink the top ten marshals?!"

The Ten Marshals are good wines among civilian wines. This wine is bottled wine. From the title of "Top Ten Yuan", you can know that a bottle is worth ten yuan.

Ten yuan is undoubtedly very expensive, but one bottle is very large, and it should be called a can of wine. A can of five pounds is sold for ten yuan, but it is actually two yuan per pound.

However, compared to Yimao Shao and Jiujidaqu, this is still a good wine, especially since this wine is not sold, people on the outside island cannot drink it. Only when they get married will some people who have good conditions buy it to greet guests.

Last time Li Yansong and Li Yanhua brothers were going to treat them, they were going to buy this wine, but in the end they were reluctant to do so, so they bought the 90s.

In this way, Yi Qiaomu's proposal raised everyone's fighting spirit.

He immediately stood up and shouted: "Okay, then our second team will come first!"

"Your team two should rest." Shi Dazhang stood up, "We are ranked first in front, let's come first!"

He rolled up his sleeves and said, "Then use wrestling to decide who will come first!"

Ding Deshui said disdainfully: "I have never been injured on my waist. Isn't you a big fall like this!"

In the end, they cut and pack the bag and hammer to win.

Shi Dazhang was the first to be eliminated, and then the militia in their team complained to him: "It's paralyzed, Captain Shi, did you touch your wife's ditch last night? Why are your hands so smelly?"

He won Ding Deshui boldly and neatly.

The people from the second team applauded desperately.

He said boldly and proudly: "I said we will come first, you must embarrass you. Okay, I will satisfy your wish now."

Wang Yi gave him a thumbs up: "Bold, awesome!"

He shook his eyes at him boldly and whispered: "There are tricks for rock-scissors, especially for two people. If you stare into the opponent's eyes, you can give him some hints. For example, if you clench your fist and put it on your mouth and cough, then he will basically get a burden next time."

Wang Yi gave two thumbs up this time:

The militia doesn’t like the art of war and fall in love with Psychology, so you can!

After discussing, they said to Shi Dashou, who was in charge, "Mr. Shi, let's take a "Sailing the Sea by the Helmsman"!"

"good!"

Shi Dashou's legs were slightly aligned one by one, and then raised his hands to command and began to sing: "The sea sails by the helmsman, and all things grow by the sun - prepare, get up!"

The loud singing started:

"The sailing of the sea depends on the helmsman, all things grow by the sun, rain and dew nourish the strong seedlings, and the revolution depends on the thoughts of the leader. Fish cannot be separated from water, melon cannot be separated from seedlings, and revolutionary masses cannot be separated from the Communist Party..."

Wang Yi was not a man, so he didn't drag everyone down, but sat in the corner and thought about "Ghost Blows Out the Light".

He clearly understood the plot, but he could not describe many sentences in its original form.

As a result, the temptation of the top ten marshals was stronger than storytelling. The militia forgot to tell him about storytelling and sang from the afternoon to nightfall.

Wang Yi was so happy to hear the red song:

"The commune is a green vine. The members are all melons on the vine. The melon is connected to the vine. The vine is led by the vine. The fatter and sweeter the vine is. The stronger the vine is, the stronger the melon is. The green vine of the commune is connected to thousands of families, and they work together to grow crops..."

"Ah Langhe, Ah Langhe, Ah Langhe, Ah Langhe, Ah Langhe, Ah Langhe, Ah Langhe, Ah Langhe, Ah Langhe, The Ussuri River is long and long, the blue river is waving..."

“…”

The voice was loud and the fighting spirit was high, and the voices were hoarse in the end.

The winner was the reserve team. Ding Deshui, who had a good voice on the reserve team, led the singing and even sang in a variety of ways to play a duet with the militia.

The second team is drinking the 90s song, and the first team goes to drink Yimao.

This team of militia was so angry that they blew up on Shi Dazhang again: "Captain Shi, why did you take the lead with a fucking grin? Did you lick your wife's trench last night? Why did you always go out of tune?"

Someone sarcastically vented his dissatisfaction: "I really licked it? What's the smell?"
To be continued...