"I heard that locusts can be eaten before, but I thought it was just that people were so poor that they had no choice but to do it. Now it seems that's not the case, because I have been eating locusts these days since the Eighth Route Army.

If Lieutenant Colonel Li had not told me specifically today, I wouldn't have known that the steamed buns were made of locust powder.

Oh my God, even without food, the Eighth Route Army had to fight against the Japanese invaders to the end by eating locusts. What kind of spirit is this?

I only have some indescribable insights for the time being. I will write this here today. I will go and see what locust powder looks like later. I will continue tomorrow."

Mo Xinran closed her notebook. She recorded a lot of things these days, and she should be able to send them out on the radio soon. At that time, the Shanghai newspaper should be able to spread the spirit of the War of Resistance.

Two rats that were strangled to death appeared in the warehouse, but fortunately Xiao Wen discovered it immediately. Looking at the two rats with white eyes, Li Feng felt that he would kill these rats recently, otherwise it would be not good if a rat as big as a dog appeared!

Mo Xinran was still a little afraid of mice. Although the elder sister was bold and harsh, her legs still couldn't stop trembling.

"Clean up here and don't waste this food."

It is indeed impossible to waste. The Fourth Regiment has been particularly hard recently. The soldiers only had one meal a day, so the Fourth Regiment Commander asked the Brigade Commander Chen to send a telegram. He cried poor all day long, but did not say anything about asking for help.

It just so happens that these foods are still good, so let them get cheaper...

Mo Xinran looked at the yellow grain powder on the ground and couldn't help but pinch it up. The powder was quite delicate, and it was okay to ask. It was just piles of them in the granary, and the refugees would suffer from snakes, insects, rats and ants.

"Why don't you put it in sacks? This will better prevent the growth of mice!"

Mo Xinran's words made Li Feng smile bitterly. Sure enough, she had never seen a real poor person before.

All this grain is piled in a fence built with a wall, leaving some aisles in the middle, and a hole like a door above, so that people can get in and get the grain.

As for packing in sacks... first of all, you have to have so many sacks!

Seeing that Li Feng was not speaking, Mo Xinran looked at Xiao Wen. The latter saw the questions in her eyes and slowly explained:

"It's not that we don't want to use sacks, but that we don't have that many sacks, and the farmers nearby also accumulate grain in this way."

"Why are there no sacks?"

Mo Xinran asked a little strange question. Li Feng looked at her with a look of something wrong, but when he thought that this girl came from a big city, he probably hadn't suffered any hardships, he felt relieved and took her out, telling her while walking:

"I wonder if you have ever seen sacks. The sacks are particularly thick. Generally speaking, our sacks need to be used as Shabao Lei position.

Of course, sacks also have another function, that is, to keep warm, you can wear them. It is so cold in this winter, and the people may not have enough materials to keep warm!"

“Ah~”

Mo Xinran covered her mouth. Although her brain circuit was not simple, she had never linked her clothes to sacks.

Yes, some ordinary people are almost frozen to death. No matter whether they are sacks, they are taken away and put into their bodies. It is a good thing to keep the cold. Maybe even the water candles collected in autumn will be filled with sacks to keep the cold!

Thinking of this, Mo Xinran took out his notebook again and quickly wrote on it:

"I was really ashamed today. I thought sacks were just for stuff, but I didn't expect to be used as clothes to wear. I underestimated the poverty of Chinese farmers and the determination of the Eighth Route Army. I heard that many people in the Eighth Route Army used sacks to fight against the enemy in winter in the snow.

Oh my God, I asked at that time, why not wear shoes?

But he looked at me deeply and said a meaningful sentence: First of all, you have to have shoes!

Yes, just like the old saying goes, why not eat minced meat? First of all, you have to have meat!

I feel very ashamed of my words, and I am also proud of these soldiers, because they are really the backbone of the nation, and even in this case, they have not given up fighting against the Japanese invaders. They are really powerful enough!”

Close the book and looking at Li Feng's back as he walked away, Mo Xinran trotted and followed. He wanted to borrow Li Feng's radio station to use it and send her manuscript to the editorial department!

The little fat man agreed, because his superiors had already said that as long as the reporter's request was not excessive, he could agree. Anyway, he sent it clearly, and did not include confidential information. What does it matter!

As for the Japanese who want to monitor... Then let him monitor. Last time he heard that Li Feng was bitten by a beast and suffered heavy losses. Next time, he might misinterpret it and Li Feng was struck by lightning. Then, he might say that justice would come from the sky...

Li Qingzhi is not a thing. This is the first sentence of the little fat man after seeing the supplies sent by the government. He heard the major's face turned green. No wonder his head was unwilling to come. He knew that this fat man would scold him!

But this cannot be blamed on Li Feng. He agreed to form a squadron of artillery, but a squadron must have eight cannons (caused by the fat man's heart). But this time, only four infantry cannons were sent here. They looked a little old, and I don't know if they could use them!

As for the 800 formal rifles, there were discounts, only 400 were sent, and the rest were made in Hanyang. Fortunately, these people were shameless, and the 400 Hanyang rifles were all new, otherwise Li Feng would really scold his mother.

But Li Feng couldn't understand why so many useless things were sent over from Xi'an.

The little fat man walked to the truck and looked carefully, and found that there were really everything inside, including broken guns, artillery and even corpses...

Holding a piece of hand bone, Li Feng put it down again. Maybe these people were heroes who were killed by shells on the battlefield and could not be desecrated!

"Brother, you think of me as a rag, and you have the nerve to send these rags to me?"

Li Feng asked unhappily with the major's collar. Erpang shouted and cheered, and Xiao Jin licked his lips, as if he wanted to bite people!

The major's face was pale and his whole body was trembling. Who were these people? He was just a coolie who gave things. He didn't know the specific questions!

"I don't know, you can ask us to go up the peak!"

"Okay, I'll ask you to go up the peak, right? Leave these two jeeps behind and return them to you next time you go to Xi'an. Now you can get out!"

"this……"

The lieutenant colonel was full of bitterness. The two jeeps were also quite valuable. Everyone knew that Li Feng was a Pixiu, a guy who only entered and did not leave. Isn’t it a dream to expect him to be! Maybe he would also give them two cars, but it would be a different matter if it was a carriage or a cart!

"You can't do this!"

"Can you do this!" the little fat man replied seriously.
Chapter completed!