59 years after its opening, people are still in Nanluoguxiang.

"Wang Wang Wang!"

When Chen Hao and his men heard the barking of dogs, they immediately opened fire in the direction indicated by Lai Fu. They did this all the way, forcing Zhang Haixing to take it seriously.

But this time it was a bit strange. I fired several shots but didn’t see the prey running out of the bushes.

Chen Hao was the fastest and ran over first following Lai Fu. He was so scared when he saw it that he took a few steps back.

"Brother, dead man!"

"It's just a dead person, what are you afraid of?" Fatty Wang ran over and said, but he was also a little horrified after seeing it.

Only Hu Bayi was the bravest and very calm.

Chen Feng sighed.

There were three skeletons in the grass. They must have been dead for many years, and even their clothes had rotted away. However, judging from the remaining textiles, pistols, etc., they should be bald soldiers.

"They were probably rebel soldiers. When they entered the pass, many rebel soldiers of the Kuomintang fled into the mountains." Zhang Haixing took a look and didn't take it seriously.

Chen Feng ordered: "They are all Chinese. Don't let their bodies be exposed in the wilderness. Use a Luoyang shovel to dig a grave and put them in it."

I squatted down and checked the other materials, only finding three badges that were somewhat rotten.

The badge is a unique identification of the Kuomintang army, similar to the name tag that foreign soldiers must carry.

The earliest military ID card can be traced back to the waist badge in ancient China. The waist badge is worn around the waist to record the name and identity of the wearer, and it also serves as an ID card and pass. Blank badge, no content filled in The Kuomintang was too poor to afford a badge, with the unit code or serial number printed in the middle, the soldier's name, position, etc. filled in on both sides, and the year of issuance filled in at the bottom.

During World War II, only Americans were rich, and millions of soldiers each had two special metal nameplates engraved with their names, which was a luxury.

"Bayi, go find a big rock, preferably one with a flat surface."

"Ok!"

Hu Bayi quickly found a stone. It was not big, but it was big enough to be used as a tombstone.

Chen Hao and Fatty Wang dug for a long time but only managed to dig a small hole.

Chen Feng didn't ask for a deep dig, as long as it could accommodate the three unfortunate soldiers and bury them.

"If you want, you can take them down the mountain and hand them over to relevant agencies for burial. Maybe their relatives will be able to find them in the future." Zhang Haixing said, leaning against a tree.

Chen Feng shook his head.

"If they were our own people, of course we would take them away, but they are not. Taking them away might not be a good thing. It is better to bury them here so that outsiders will not disturb their peace."

The most important thing is that Chen Feng is worried that someone will use it to disgust him in the future.

Just in case, let's bury it here and take it away later.

After burying the bodies of the three soldiers and carving their names on the stones, the men no longer had any desire to continue hunting.

Fortunately, Fatty Wang shot a pheasant and won the game.

We had a barbecue in the mountains at noon. On the way back from the mountain in the afternoon, we released a wild boar, which was shot to death by the three kids.

The group arrived home before Chen Li finished school.

"Grandpa, I'm going to the drama school."

Carrying a rabbit and two pheasants, Chen Feng went to the office building where the teachers of the Department of Performance were located according to the address given by Professor Wang Yu last time.

The holiday schedule of the Central Academy of Drama is different from that of primary and secondary schools and general universities. They are not only a learning unit in the arts and literature, but also have performance tasks. Many students have to follow their teachers to participate in certain performances.

For example, on the Army Day on August 1, the school will organize personnel to perform for the troops stationed in Sijiucheng. There are quite a few programs, which require intensive rehearsals in July.

After hearing this, the security personnel at the gate did not try to stop them and even asked a young man to lead the way.

"Comrade Chen, this is the Performance Department building. Just go this way to the third floor you mentioned. I won't go up."

"Thank you!"

Chen Feng handed out another cigarette.

"You're welcome." The young man looked at the cloth bag he was carrying with envy. The bulging shapes of the rabbits and pheasants made him sure that it was meat.

But who says he is of low rank?

Although the professors at the Central Academy of Drama are performers by profession, many of them belong to the military. Some of them hold special military ranks, or even in-service military ranks. For example, General Li, the famous good father who was betrayed by his son, was a full general.

The folk singer Ms. Song is a major general, and another famous singer Ms. Han is a colonel!

Lao Pan, a friend of Pan and Ga, advised Ga Zi not to sell fake wine. The man he really resembles, probably because of his poor moral standards, only enjoys the treatment of a full colonel (without military rank).

They all have pensions of tens of thousands!

Wang Yu’s office is not difficult to find. He is a high-ranking official and the head of the department.

The door of his office was not closed. When Chen Feng went in, the old man was packing up and preparing to go home after get off work.

Seeing Chen Feng knocking on the door, he said in surprise: "You are that, that little comrade!"

"Chen Feng!"

"Yes, look at my memory. Please sit down, please sit down!"

Wang Yu was very polite, and couldn't help laughing when he saw what he had in his hand.

"I was thinking about talking to you more next time I see you, but I didn't expect you to actually deliver it."

"Is it a fish?"

Chen Feng sat on the chair opposite him, shook his head and smiled: "No, I went hunting in the mountains today and killed a few rabbits and pheasants."

Wang Yu smiled even brighter.

"Come, I'll take you to our cafeteria. We need to hurry. It's getting late, and the cafeteria will be closing soon."

Chen Feng was a little confused and asked, "Professor Wang, since the school has a cafeteria, why do you want to go out to eat?"

Wang Yu said as he walked, "I have two relatives' children living with me. I will share my portion with them and just go to Changqing Restaurant to have a bowl of porridge every day."

"Of course, sometimes I also blackmail a few colleagues to ask them to treat me to a meal and improve the food."

The food in the cafeteria of the Drama Academy is definitely not good for students, at best they can keep themselves from going hungry, but the meals for professor-level teachers are definitely not bad. There are special indicators for this, and nutritious products such as fish, meat, and eggs are provided on a regular basis.

This old professor is also interesting. He would rather let his relatives' children eat well while he drinks porridge.

"Lao Liu, is Lao Liu here?"

"Director Wang, I'm here. Director Liu is counting things in the warehouse." said a cleaner in the kitchen.

The two turned around and went to the warehouse of the school cafeteria, where they ran into Director Liu who was counting the supplies.

"Liu Meng, come here, let me introduce you to a good comrade."

Liu Meng was a little displeased with him, frowned and complained: "Lao Wang, our logistics department really has no job vacancies now, I can't help you arrange it."

Wang Yu angrily yelled, "Get lost! He is not my student. This is Chen Feng. He is here to sell his body."

Why does this sentence sound so harsh?

Chen Feng corrected: "Selling prey, not selling meat!"

"Yes, yes, prey, prey in the mountains, rabbits, pheasants!" Wang Yu also felt that what he said just now was not very friendly, so he changed his words in time.

Liu Meng was stunned, a little bit unconvinced.

Wang Yu, the director of the acting department, was too lenient and often asked him to help him arrange jobs for some of his relatives and friends.

But it’s not that easy!

He also wants to make arrangements for his family!