In the lively forest camp, although the setting sun has been completely blocked by the tree canopy, although the two simple words on the wooden board have become blurred due to the fall of night. But everyone, including those guerrillas, including those old people, women and children, everyone is thinking about what it will be like 50 years from now.
Perhaps due to the limitations of the times, the world they imagined fifty years from now would inevitably be quite different from the era Wei Ran knew. But perhaps it is precisely because of the uncertainty of the future that the world imagined by these war victims fifty years later is far more beautiful than the era Wei Ran lived in.
"If it's really like you imagined in 50 years..."
Wei Ran, who was mumbling to himself, abruptly stopped the second half of the sentence, if As they imagined, the Soviets in that world might be happier, but perhaps only the Soviets would be happy.
As if he had seen through the nature of the war, Wei Ran, who was quite uninterested, sighed, quietly left the open-air classroom, and under the cover of night, he took away a weapon that was obviously captured from the Germans. After receiving the milk bucket, he slowly walked to the shack that was his own for the time being.
What surprised him was that even though he had been running outside all day, the charcoal fire in the simple fireplace in the shack was still burning brightly. Along with it, the shack had obviously been carefully cleaned. The inside has also been baked a lot dryer, and even the small bed made of ammunition boxes has been re-paved with a thick layer of dry pine needles under the animal skin blanket. .
At the head of the small bed, there is an extra bulging pillow. Not to mention, there is also a full pillow on the small table made of ammunition boxes at the head of the bed. The wooden bowl of pine nuts and even the simple wooden door are nailed with a layer of fresh birch bark that is enough to block the light and cold wind.
There is no doubt that all this must have been done by the old people or women who stayed in the camp. Their careful arrangements undoubtedly made Weiran's living environment much more comfortable in the coming days.
Close the wooden door with the fragrance of birch bark, and use the light provided by the bonfire that is constantly beating in the fireplace. First, use the clean water in the enamel kettle that Ivan and his friends sent yesterday. , carefully rinsed the milk bucket that had just arrived, and then took out the oil bucket filled with vodka from the metal book.
This milk bucket was the standard equipment of the German supply troops in World War II, and its capacity was exactly 10 liters, while the oil barrel belonging to the defense army had a capacity of 20 liters. In other words, what he brought Just enough vodka to fill two of these milk buckets.
However, he knows the urine properties of the Slavs. Let alone World War II, even during World War I, it is absolutely impossible for these idiots to let the alcohol on hand deteriorate overnight, and they will definitely drink it all. That's really solid. So in order to prevent the guerrillas outside from drinking too much and being accused of Germans popping up at any time and stealing from their homes, the wisest way is to limit the supply..
Like thieves, they filled the borrowed milk pail with vodka from their imagined world. Wei Ran quickly collected the half-stocked oil drum, then closed the lid of the milk drum, carried it in his hand, and left the warm shack.
When he returned to the open-air classroom, those imaginative children and guerrillas had almost constructed what the world would look like 50 years later. Dinner was served in the large shack specially used for cooking.
It sounds pitiful. In order to avoid being discovered by German reconnaissance planes, these guerrillas can only wait until night to cook in shacks. It may be better in winter. , but in the summer, just think about how painful it is.
Not only is cooking a hard job, but the food is really not that good. There is just a large vat of thick soup mixed with rabbit and venison, potatoes, carrots, ginger and mushrooms, and some There was dry, hard acorn-faced brown bread. In addition, on the table made of ammunition boxes, there was also a basket of wild fruits of various colors.
Although this dinner seemed too simple to Wei Ran, looking at the way the children headed by Ivan swallowed their saliva crazily, you knew that even such a dinner was too simple for them. It's not something you can eat very often.
"This is yours, try it!"
Slava handed Wei Ran a lunch box filled with thick soup and two large pieces of bread. There was also a fist-sized piece of venison shank and two potatoes filled with soup.
Looking at the lunch box in the hands of teacher Gianna and tank soldier Shula not far away, and then looking at Ivan’s lunch box, Wei Ran shook his head, "Share the meat with the children, I I don’t eat meat. I haven’t eaten meat since I was a child.”
“Don’t eat meat?”
Slava looked at Wei Ran suspiciously, “How can there be people in this world who don’t eat meat? People? Victor, you taught the children a very good lesson today, so you’re welcome.”
“I really don’t eat meat”
Wei Ran. He shook his head again and said jokingly, "Maybe in 50 years, there will be many people who don't eat meat, and they might even let others not eat meat too."
" How is that possible!"
Slava laughed loudly, "If there really is such an idiot, I will climb out of the grave and change places with him, let him lie in my coffin, and I will take his place. He eats meat!”
“It’s indeed a good suggestion, but I really don’t eat meat.” Wei Ran said seriously.
“You really don’t want to eat?” Slava looked at Wei Ran seriously.
“I really don’t want to eat it”
Wei Ran said as he shook the milk bucket in his hand, “But if you could help me replace the meat with potatoes or Jerusalem artichokes. Or slices of bread, the vodka is yours."
"Did you really get the vodka?"
Slava.After taking the milk bucket, his eyes widened immediately. This heavy weight was not what he thought he could only take a small sip of.
Wei Ran looked at the guerrillas swarming around him and made a promise with a smile, "And it is vodka that has not been watered down."
"Comrade Stalin testified that I last time It’s still summer time to drink undiluted vodka!” Shula opened the lid of the milk bucket and took a deep sniff, “It’s really not watered down vodka!”
“ Make a new bowl of broth for our journalist comrade!"
Uncle Slava closed the lid of the milk bucket and said happily, "Remember not to put meat in it, but put more potatoes, carrots or mushrooms in it! What, bring some more slices of bread!”
“This is the first time I’ve seen a weirdo like you who doesn’t eat meat.”
Responsible for serving broth to everyone. While the old man was talking, he made another bowl of broth for Wei Ran. Although there was no meat in it this time, I don't know if it was because of the vodka, but there was very little soup in it, and it was all solid matter except meat.
"You don't need so much"
Wei Ran simply snatched the spoon from the opponent's hand and poured the soup in the lunch box into it again. He had half a bowl of soup, and then scooped out a small amount. I bought some potatoes and mushrooms and kept the same treatment as Shula and others.
The old man in charge of cooking sighed, silently picked up three pieces of bread and stuffed them to Wei Ran. Don't eat meat? This excuse had been used by guerrillas many months ago.
After the episode that almost all adults know well, Wei Ran took his own broth and bread and followed Uncle Slava to sit in the shadow of an oak tree.
Also forced by the unknown reconnaissance plane overhead that might appear at any time, everyone spent this dinner looking for the shadows of trees in the dark. The only difference is that they are divided into two groups: those who drink and those who do not.
"Victor, don't tell me that you don't even plan to drink wine." While Slava was speaking, he had already poured Wei Ran a full cup from an enamel cup.
"This cup is enough."
Wei Ran took the cup as he said it, and the milk bucket became lighter and lighter as many guerrillas passed it around.
As expected, the guerrillas, including Slava, all brought their own glasses of vodka to their mouths, took a small sip, and immediately poured the rest in. The kettle filled with water is obviously a disguised form of wanting to drink more. And the milk bucket, which had been passed around and still had a lot of stock, was naturally collected by Teacher Gianna.
"Victor, you brought the best gift, so this first glass of wine, for our comrade journalists, cheers!"
In Uncle Slava's simple After the toast ended, everyone picked up their glasses, cheered in a low voice, and then drank the watered vodka in the glass.
Wei Ran also picked up the cup and thanked himSaid, "Thank you everyone, it's just some vodka..."
"No, no, no"
After drinking, Uncle Slava seemed to have become a lot more talkative. , "We are not talking about these vodkas. Although these things are precious now, they are nothing even if you don't drink them.
I am talking about the lesson you taught the children. We never They have imagined what will happen after the war. Even those of us have never thought about whether we can live until the end of the war."
Slava was about to pour another cup from his water bottle. He drank vodka with water in it, but Wei Ran took the lead and gave half of the undiluted wine in his glass to the other party.
Slava smiled and shook his head. He did not reject Wei Ran’s kindness. He just took a sip of it with special care and then continued, "Before this, all of us were just suffering. We used time to save more people and create more trouble for the Germans. We never thought about what we would do after the war.
But today, listening to the dreams of those children, Listening to the future world that everyone imagined together, I think that all of us have a goal now, even if we don't live 50 years later, at least we can give those children a chance to realize their dreams."
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