Take the warehouse back to the end of the Ming Dynasty

But Song Hu and others looked at Zhao Daniu calmly, with a look of no surprise.

Zhao Wen looked at Song Hu's calm face, pointed at Zhao Daniu and scolded, "How could you do such a thing? They are all dead, and you still want to steal from others. Are you still human?"

Zhao Daniu stopped in embarrassment when he heard Zhao Wen's scolding.

"Brother Zhao, you don't understand this. I need some hard money to help these two brothers on the ground go to the ground."

"Hard money? You have the nerve to ask the corpse for hard money?" Zhao Wen couldn't believe the scene in front of him.

Seeing Zhao Wen's fuss, Song Hu immediately said, "Brother Zhao, you don't understand the frontier army at all. The frontier army is suffering, and the frontier army is really suffering. When the temple master was still here, we still I can eat some dry food. But after the funeral of the temple master, the life of our frontier army is getting worse day by day. There is not a few taels of silver at all throughout the year, and it is considered a high incense to barely eat enough."

Li Xiaosan next to him answered, "That's right, both of my older brothers died in Sarhu. At that time, there were quite a lot of pensions for my family. But it can't stand the exploitation of those officers. According to the law of the court, The families of the soldiers who died in battle could get 50 taels of silver as a pension. But the ones who got their hands were less than ten taels of silver. This is just those officers with good hearts. Xiaomi."

"But, what does this have to do with stealing the belongings of the dead soldiers?" Zhao Wen pointed at Zhao Daniu and asked sharply.

In Zhao Wen's view, soldiers who die on the battlefield are loyal to the country, great, selfless, and worthy of the respect of the world.Even if the world doesn't understand them, they can't insult them like this.

Obviously, Zhao Wen has been using the eyes of future generations to look at the behavior of people today.

In Zhao Wen's view, Zhao Daniu's current behavior is the greatest insult to the soldiers who died in battle.

"Why? Why? I'll tell you why today." Song Hu suddenly widened his eyes and glared at Zhao Wen.

"Our frontier army is poor, so poor. If it wasn't for a little way to survive, I would have gone to the mountains as a gangster. I worked hard all year round to guard the border for the court. What happened? I can't eat enough every day. , but also to work for the officers. Before going out every time, I have to think about what my mother will do if I die outside. We are poor and we can’t do anything. Do you think we don’t know that doing this is sorry for the dead brother? We also I don’t want to do this, but we can’t help it. We can’t do anything about it. Since these brothers are dead, it’s better to leave what’s on them to us than to put them in the ground.”

"At least we can use these things to fill our stomachs and kill a few more Tartars to avenge our dead brothers. In the future, even if I die on the battlefield, if any brothers touch my money, I will not blame them. Since people If they are already dead, then leave the money to them, at least they can still have a full meal."

Song Hu's voice became louder and louder, and finally roared directly.

Zhao Wen sat on the ground blankly, looking at the wall in front of him blankly.

After more than ten years of education and the peaceful life of later generations, Zhao Wen has never experienced such a cruel reality.

"Since Brother Zhao has said so, then I don't want it." Zhao Daniu stuffed the few silver beans covered with blood scabs back into the arms of the corpse.

Zhao Wen turned his head, looked at Zhao Daniu, and said, "I took it for granted, I took things too simply. You take it, I won't say a word about this kind of thing in the future."

Upon hearing Zhao Wen's words, Zhao Daniu waved his hands hastily and said, "Brother Zhao is right, these brothers died for the country, we can't do that."

Song Hu glared at Zhao Daniu, and scolded: "If you tell me to hold it, you can hold it. Where did all this nonsense come from?"

Zhao Daniu didn't know who to listen to for a moment, his hands were in a daze.

Seeing Zhao Daniu like this, Zhao Wen was quite amused, so he said, "You can take it if you tell me to. How can there be so much nonsense? If you don't want it, I'll take it away?"

"Hey, that's right." Zhao Daniu laughed loudly, and then happily put the silver beans into his bosom.

After everyone cleaned up the hall, Song Hu said to Zhao Daniu: "Come on, follow me to clean up the beacon tower. Otherwise, if there is any alarm and we don't light the beacon in time, we will be killed."

Sitting on the ground, Zhao Wen finally regained his strength, so he followed behind Zhao Daniu towards the beacon tower at the top of the beacon tower.

When he climbed to the beacon tower, Zhao Wen was shocked again by the scene in front of him.

I saw a charred corpse lying on the place where the wolf smoke was lit in the middle of the beacon tower.

The back of the corpse could no longer see its original appearance. The entire back was spread out like meat sauce, covered with blowflies.

The body was bowed, tightly protecting the beacon under the body.

"This brother died to protect Fenghuo!" Song Hu looked at the corpse and said with some emotion.

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Chapter 10 Resting the Beacons

Zhao Wen looked at the corpse in front of him and was speechless for a while.

"Oh, poor thing." Zhao Wen let out a long sigh, then turned his head away and stopped looking at the corpse.

After everyone cleaned up the beacon tower, there was already a glimmer of light in the eastern sky.

Zhao Wen stood in the center of the beacon and said, "Brother Song, what should we do with this fallen wall? Is it possible to ignore it like this?"

"How is it possible? After the sky is completely bright, I will go and make some mud to patch up the wall. Otherwise, if the wind blows, people will freeze to death." Song Hu gathered the firewood on the ground and lit it with a fire sickle.

The temperature in the entire beacon rose a little bit, Zhao Wen sat beside the fire, and the light of the fire made his face red.

An hour later, the sky was already bright.The fire in the beacon also gradually dimmed.

Zhao Wen stood up from the ground, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and then said to Song Hu, "I'm going to the nearby woods to use the toilet."

Song Hu looked at Zhao Wen and said, "Why did you run so far to go to the bathroom?"

"I'll get some firewood when I go to the bathroom, or the fire will go out." Zhao Wen looked at Song Hu with a guilty conscience.

In fact, Zhao Wen didn't go to the toilet at all, but found a place where no one was around, and then returned to the warehouse.

Zhao Wen walked alone to a bush not far from the beacon tower. He looked around and found no one else, so he rolled up his left sleeve.

Zhao Wen stretched out his right hand and pressed it on the black mark on his left arm.

"Shh!"

A white light flashed, and Zhao Wen disappeared in place.

Zhao Wen landed in the warehouse. He patted the dust on his buttocks and walked directly to the largest warehouse in the center.

Zhao Wen returned to the warehouse this time mainly to replenish some ammunition. After all, when he killed those Tartar cavalry last time, the ammunition was almost consumed.

Zhao Wen moved a box containing bullets off the shelf, took out several magazines, and filled them with bullets.

Zhao Wen stuffed the four or five magazines full of bullets into his arms, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Hmph, Tartar, I don't believe you can be invulnerable."

Zhao Wen pinned the big black star to his waist, and then took two more from the box containing Type 67 grenades with wooden handles.

After finishing everything, Zhao Wen reappeared in the bush just now.

He looked around and saw no one, so he grabbed some firewood from the ground and returned to the beacon.

The fire in the beacon has dimmed, and Zhao Wen saw that no one doubted his appearance, so he hurriedly put the firewood in his hand on the fire.

"boom!"

The fire radiated vitality again and burned.

Liu Wu squatted beside the fire, holding a wooden stick, and stirred the fire.

A large amount of air entered the fire, and the whole fire burned more violently in an instant.

Liu Wu put down the wooden stick in his hand, and took out an iron pot with a corner missing from the baggage he was carrying.

Among so many people, Liu Wu is the only one who can cook.

Liu Wu blew the dust in the iron pot with his mouth, then put it on the fire, took off the water bag around his waist, and poured water into it.

The flames licked the bottom of the iron pot, and after a while, the water in the iron pot began to boil.

Song Hu took out a large coarse porcelain bowl, scooped a bowl of hot water from it, and drank it slowly.

Zhao Wen saw some impurities in the iron pot rising and falling with the hot water, and suddenly lost the idea of ​​drinking hot water.

Liu Wu added another handful of firewood to the bottom of the pot, and then took out a rag bag.

There was some millet in the rag bag. Liu Wu opened the rag bag, poured the millet into a large porcelain bowl, and blew the rice husks on it.

I didn't even wash it, and poured it directly into the pot.

A group of people sat around the fire, Li Xiaosan's face was flushed, and he stared straight at the millet in the iron pot, his mouth dripped all over the floor.

"Hey, I still have some pickles here." Zhao Daniu laughed, and then mysteriously took out a piece of blackened pickles from his bag.

Liu Wu took the pickles, wiped them casually, then pulled out the saber, cut the pickles into small pieces, and put them into the iron pot.

After half a quarter of an hour, Liu Wu took the iron pot off the fire and put it aside.

A scent of millet filled the entire Fengsui.

Li Xiaosan didn't care about other things, he directly took out his bowl, reached into the iron pot and scooped a large bowl of pickled vegetables and millet porridge.

Liu Wu took a bowl of millet porridge and put it in Zhao Wen's hands.

"Eat, or you won't have the strength to work later." Song Hu looked at Zhao Wen with a troubled face, and persuaded him.

"Yes, yes, let's eat it quickly. This millet porridge is delicious. Brother Liu's cooking is really delicious." Li Xiaosan said with a satisfied face while holding the bowl.

Zhao Wen looked at the black pickles and blackened millet in the bowl, so he gritted his teeth and poured it directly into his mouth.

Fortunately, the millet porridge is not hot now, otherwise, Zhao Wen would have to spit it out.

After Zhao Wen drank the millet porridge, he suppressed his nausea and said, "I'm full, so I won't eat."

"Is this enough?" Liu Wu looked at Zhao Wen in surprise.

This is only one bowl, can you be full?What's more, the millet porridge is so thin that it can reflect the shadow of a person.

Zhao Wen put down the bowls and chopsticks in his hand, and said, "I'm really full, so don't worry about me. I'll go out to get some air."

Zhao Daniu looked at the figure of Zhao Wen going out, and said in a low voice: "Brother Zhao must have been the son of a wealthy family before, otherwise, it is impossible not to be able to eat this food. You didn't see him just now, his face was drawn together. "

"Shut your mouth, can't millet porridge stop you?" Song Hu put down the bowl and chopsticks, and glared at Zhao Daniu.

"Hiccup~"

Song Hu burped for a long time, and then said: "Daniu, Wang Qi, Liu Wu, you three follow me to make mud. Xiao San, you stay here and clean up these bricks."

Because there was no weapon at hand, Song Hu and others had no choice but to use sabers to dig soil on the ground.

Zhao Wen leaned against the door frame, watching Song Hu who kept digging.

Half an hour later, a huge mound of dirt appeared in front of Song Hu and the others.

Li Xiaosan took everyone's helmets and ran to the small river not far from the beacon to draw some water.

Li Xiaosan poured water on the soil, poured some firewood, and then started stirring with a waist knife.

Adding some firewood to the soil can increase the viscosity of the mud and make the bricks and tiles more firmly bonded.

"I used to be a skilled bricklayer, and I was well-known in ten miles and eight towns." Zhao Daniu smeared some mud on the green bricks, pressed them to the ground, and boasted without blushing.

Li Xiaosan squatted beside him, handed a brick to Zhao Daniu, and said with a smile: "I think you are bragging?"

Zhao Daniu rolled his eyes and said: "What do you know, my craft is very exquisite. How about it, do you want to worship me as a teacher?"

"Tch, I don't want to pray."

……

After the wall was completely repaired, the sky gradually darkened.

A crescent moon hangs in the sky.

"Today I will keep watch at night, you guys go to bed first." Song Hu said to the people sitting on the kang.

The firewood in the kang was burning, steaming the whole kang.

Although it is only September, it is already very cold because of the small ice river.

"I'll go with you." Zhao Wen jumped off the kang and took a long knife full of gaps on the bedside.

This long knife was left by the soldiers who died in the beacon. Song Hu saw that Zhao Wen didn't have a weapon at hand, so he gave the knife to Zhao Wen.

Song Hu looked at Zhao Wen, frowned and said, "The weather is so cold, can you bear it?"

"You can stand it, why can't I?" Zhao Wen said unconvinced.

"Okay, let's go." Song Hu couldn't be more stubborn than Zhao Wen, so he had no choice but to agree with Zhao Wen's idea.

Before leaving, Zhao Wen and Song Hu wrapped all the clothes that Zhao Daniu and others took off on their bodies.

Zhao Wen stood on the beacon tower, looking at the sky full of stars, unable to speak for a long time.

Seeing Zhao Wen like this, Song Hu thought Zhao Wen was homesick, so he didn't bother him.

The two stood on the beacon tower like this, watching the distance quietly.

A gust of night wind blew, and Zhao Wen tightened his clothes.

Zhao Wen looked into the distance, feeling sleepy.

After all, everyone had traveled all night last night and packed up the beacon, so they didn't have a good rest.

So, after standing for a while, Zhao Wen became exhausted.

"Brother Zhao, there is a situation."