On a small open space enjoying the luxury of sunshine, with the crisp sound of the shutter, Teacher Gianna seemed to have got rid of all the burdens in an instant, and her whole person seemed to have no worries.
"Teacher Gianna, where is your home?"
Wei Ran put away the camera and asked, "I'm not sure if I can help you send the photos back, but As long as I have the chance, I will definitely try my best."
"Yaroslavl"
As Jaina spoke, she took out the cigarette case again from her pocket and unfolded it. He took out another pen, wrote a detailed address on it and handed it to Wei Ran.
"If there is a chance, I will help you send the photos back, but I can't guarantee..."
"Don't force it"
Ji Teacher Anna waved her hand before Wei Ran finished speaking, lit up a cigarette again, took a deep puff and said with a smile, "Even if I can wait until the war is over before I give it to them, maybe I can receive it in person by then." Go or send the photos."
"I hope so"
Wei Ran turned around and looked at those who were still being led by Ivan and his friends to play games in the distance. The child changed the subject, "Gianna, tell me about those children."
"Older children or younger children?"
"Aren't they all children?"
Hearing this, Gianna smiled and said, "Most of them are children from nearby villages. Some of their parents are guerrillas, some are Jews, some are still alive, and some are dead or missing. , and some don’t even know who their parents are, they were just brought back from here or there when we were looking for survivors.”
“It must be hard to take care of these children, right?” < /p>
"You never thought about...sending them away?" Wei Ran asked tentatively.
"Where to send it?"
Gianna, who was standing in the fence, asked in a puff of smoke, "We have been surrounded by the Germans in this forest, even if Alisa's plane can only take a maximum of two children away at a time, and the places her plane can fly may not be safer than ours. What's more important is that the plane doesn't waste precious fuel transporting these. Son, it's better to deliver more supplies to the guerrillas hiding in the forest."
Wei Ran couldn't help but sigh, "I thought things were too simple."
"Tell me about you!" Teacher Gianna changed the topic to a lighter topic, "Why do you come to a place like this for an interview?"
"Always let more people know what you do Isn't it?" Wei Ran gave an impeccable answer.
"Maybe..."
Teacher Gianna did not delve into this matter, but reminded, "But IOur place may not be as safe as you think. "
Wei Ran smiled when he heard this, "I'm not a reporter who only clicks the shutter as you think. "
"I hope so"
Gianna put out the half-smoked cigarette, stuffed the remaining half back into her pocket, pushed open the fence door and said, "Okay. Comrade reporter, I'm going to teach the children. ”
Taking the cloak handed over by Jaina, Wei Ran glanced at the opponent’s back, then looked at the potato field next to him that was bathed in the sun, and then he took a step forward, with both hands empty. He walked towards Ivan, who had been secretly sizing him up from a distance.
The latter didn't seem surprised that Wei Ran didn't help him get the boat cap back, and after a while, he seemed to have already done it. After adjusting my mentality, I was assigning tasks to my friends.
"What are you going to do?" "Wei Ran asked curiously, looking at the engineer shovels in the hands of these people.
"Dig cellars and shacks"
Ivan immediately replied, "We want to freeze the ground. Before that, dig out as many cellars and shacks as you can. "
"How about I help you? "Wei Ran asked with a smile.
"Are you here to help us? "Ivan thought for a while, turned to his companion and said, "Sergey, go find a shovel for the journalist comrade. "
"Use mine! "The young man named Sergey handed the engineer shovel directly to Wei Ran, then turned around and ran to a shack in the distance. Without him, he took another engineer shovel back.
"Ivan, is there anyone without a shelter now? "
"Everyone has it,"
Ivan, who led the team downstream along the creek, explained, "Uncle Slava asked us to prepare a backup camp. In case the Germans discover this place, we won't even have a place to hide. "
"Can the Germans find this place? "
"They often send planes flying around overhead," Ivan said with a grimace. "Once they are discovered, they will drop bombs and sometimes incendiary bombs. My good friend My friend and his mother were burned to death. ”
“But we won’t make it easy for them! "
The young man named Sergey said, "As long as they dare to drop bombs, we will demolish their railway tracks. As long as they dare to chase into the forest, they will never go back! "
Hearing this, Wei Ran couldn't help but shake his head. Don't look at the high-spirited and confident words of this little guy who looked to be at most fourteen or fifteen years old, but as an adult, he knew the dangers involved. How big it is, you can easily guess the price they have to pay every time.
While chatting with each other, Wei Ran followed Ivan and others along the creek. After walking downstream for more than an hour, he finally stopped near a slope.
To his surprise, there were already several people the same age as Ivan. Man, thisSome young guerrillas piled chopped firewood on a small piece of flat land. A few little girls in shabby clothes used ropes braided from bark to tie the dried firewood into bundles, and then hoisted them to the fixed on a pine tree.
The little boys a little further away were using axes to peel bark from several pine or oak trees, and put them neatly together to prepare the necessary materials for building shacks. Building materials.
“Let’s dig here!”
Ivan pointed to the shallow hole that had been dug on the ground and explained to Wei Ran, “Dig it until you lived there last night. It just looks like the shack, and it doesn’t matter if we can’t finish digging today. We still have a lot of time.”
“Did you dig out these?” Wei Ran asked curiously. There are a dozen half-dug shallow pits scattered on the sunny slope, and further away, there are even some underground shacks that seem to have been built.
"Of course!" Ivan said proudly, "We built this backup camp together!"
At this point, he pointed again with the shovel in his hand Referring to the almost withered yellow flowers in the small area at the bottom of the slope that is exposed to the sun, "We also planted those Jerusalem artichokes in the summer. They will mature in about half a month. We are in this forest." There are a lot of Jerusalem artichokes and potatoes planted here. Although their yield is not much, they can at least help us survive the winter."
"Isn't this ghost ginger..."
Wei Ran secretly cursed that the Jerusalem artichoke that Ivan was talking about was the Japanese ginger that his grandma’s family used to pickle pickles every winter.
In the words of Grandpa Wei Ran, in the summer when you poop, you wipe your buttocks with a piece of Japanese ginger and throw it to the wall, and then you can have a big jar full of pickles in the winter.
Although this description made Wei Ran disgusted when he first heard it, it also proved its high productivity from the side.
Not to mention the current war-torn era, even in the time and space where Weiyan is located, this thing is almost rampant in Europe, and because it is easy to grow and has almost no cost, many flower shops in Russia sell it There are many sunflowers pretending to be flowers like this.
"Don't look at them, they haven't harvested yet." Ivan said a sentence that Wei Ran heard from Teacher Gianna not long ago, and then waved his hand. Shovel, started digging hard.
Seeing this, Wei Ran stopped asking any more questions, randomly selected a shallow pit and started digging. This shack is quite simple to dig. It is basically a three-meter square with a one-meter-wide and two-meter-long ramp.
If you look at it from top to bottom, it is in the shape of "A". As for other requirements, it is just that the deeper you dig, the warmer it will be. Other than that, there are no technical requirements, even for Ivan. Such a child can dig it out slowly as long as he is willing to work hard.
As shovels of slightly moist soil were thrown out of the shallow pit by Wei Ran, the little girls who were busy bundling firewood and placing it on the trees also came over to help. They silently used sack pieces they found from nowhere to put the excavated soil into it, and then spread it on the edge. position to increase the excavation depth in disguise.
Compared to half-year-old children who have not had enough to eat for a long time, Wei Ran's digging speed is undoubtedly much faster. But even so, after more than an hour of continuous digging, he was already so exhausted that he was panting, and even big beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. As for Ivan and others, they basically dig for half an hour and then rest for ten minutes.
Seeing Wei Ran finally poke the engineer shovel into the pit, Ivan and the little boy named Sergei immediately worked together to pull him out.
"Drink some water!"
Ivan took out a German kettle from his bag and handed it over, while the little boy named Sergei took out his He took out a piece of black bread as big as his face from the sack, broke it open, and gave Wei Ran and Ivan a piece each.
The action of breaking the bread was like a signal, and the rest of the guerrillas also gathered around. Some took out a few boiled eggs from their bags, while others It was a few apples or some wild fruits that Wei Ran couldn't recognize, or simply a handful of pine nuts, and a little blond girl took out a roasted and browned snake from her bag.
"Victor, that snake was the one you caught last night." Ivan took the initiative to introduce. After most of the morning's physical labor, he finally stopped calling Wei Ran a journalist comrade. .
"Want to try it?" The little girl took the initiative to tear off a piece of snake meat from the cigarette and handed it to Wei Ran. She said with a bit of showoff, "I added salt when roasting it."
Looking at the children around him who were swallowing their saliva, Wei Ran declined the animal protein in their hands, wiped the mud on his hands, opened his canvas bag and took out the only four boiled eggs. Potatoes, "Eat it, I don't like meat, but this bread tastes pretty good."
"It was made by Teacher Gianna using acorns and pine nuts ground into powder, and there are also There are mushrooms!”
The little girl in charge of distributing snake meat kindly reminded, “Although I admit that it tastes good, you’d better not eat more, otherwise...otherwise... ."
"Otherwise, you won't be able to poop." Ivan saw that the little girl was confused and didn't know how to say it, so he simply answered and told the truth.
"Ivan, you are so disgusting!" As the little girl spoke, she broke off the burnt snake head and threw it to Ivan.
"I'm telling the truth"
Ivan didn't realize anything was wrong at all. He took the ferocious snake head and threw it into his mouth without even looking at it. There was a clicking sound.
"Do you usually eat these things?" Wei Yan struggled to tear off a small piece of dark brown hard bread and asked, "Where is the fish you caught in the morning?"
Seeing Wei Ran chewing bread with an exaggerated expression, these little guys all laughed.Voice. Ivan also tore off a small piece of bread and threw it into his mouth, and then explained, "Those fish are only for the younger brothers, sisters and the wounded, but in the evening, everyone can drink fish soup, and sometimes You can have mushroom soup or broth."
"Brother Shula also caught a wild boar last month." A little girl couldn't help but smile on her face as she spoke, "That end. Pigs are so delicious. I have never eaten meat that tastes so good."
"The fox I caught last week was also delicious, but the taste was a bit strong." Another Wei Ran. The little boy who didn't remember his name said, "There's also the rabbit my dad caught the day before yesterday!"
"Forget it!"
The little guy named Sergey hurried Shaking his head, "The rabbits your dad caught were not as big as the mice I crushed to death while sleeping last night. I was just given a bowl of soup. Not to mention meat, there were no bones in it."
Before, I was responsible for dividing the soup. The little girl who bought the snake meat said seriously, "The meat is for the younger brothers, sisters and the wounded."
Looking at these little guys who were about to quarrel, and then looking at the people who were being debated as they argued. The various wild fruits that were quickly destroyed, the hard bread that was almost inedible, and the four boiled potatoes the size of eggs made Wei Ran feel more and more regretful that the metal book could not take out the food box full of chocolates. I was thinking about whether there was any way to get some meat for these hungry little warriors.
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