I fought guerrilla warfare in the Yimeng Mountains during the Anti-Japanese War

Gangzi's father knocked on his pipe and put another bowl of tobacco into it.

"Brother Liang, you are most familiar with Captain Huang. Do you know what will be distributed today? Gangzi and Daya have only joined the army for a few months. I wonder what they can distribute."

Uncle Liang knew about it, but he didn't want to say it. He just wanted to see what expression Gangzi's father had when he saw what he had sent.

Huang Shanhe came out of the warehouse, with several soldiers beside him carrying two large wooden boxes. They were all acquaintances, so there was no need for any opening remarks, as they just came right up to the point with the hard goods.

"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting for a long time. Please come one by one and report the names of your children. Each person will receive thirty-six yuan in cash. Sixteen yuan is the military salary for the children from the time they join the army until the New Year, and twenty yuan is the New Year's welfare benefits given by the Yimeng guerrillas."

When he heard the thirty-six silver dollars, Gangzi's father was choked by the smoke and started coughing violently. He looked at Daya's father eagerly, fearing that he had heard it wrong.

"Brother Liang, thirty-six, everyone is thirty-six? In current dollars?"

"Ah! Yeah? Didn't you hear it"?

Before Gangzi's father could come to his senses, Huang Shanhe continued to shout:

"After receiving the money, each family will go to the warehouse to get a reward. This reward is given by Captain Leng Qiang specifically to improve the lives of the military families."

Military dependents, these two words are so fresh! But it sounds very classy. Yes, I am a military dependent, a soldier’s family member. It doesn’t matter whether I get rewards or not. After receiving a few dozen dollars, who cares about the little extra money?

Gangzi's father counted only a few dozen dollars at most. He received the dollars and arranged them into three piles in front of Huang Shanhe. He counted them carefully three times, and then pulled up the three numbers again. His brows finally relaxed. Gangzi's resettlement fee was all spent on his mother's medical treatment, and he also paid back the little money he earned from fishing to the doctor. With these thirty-six dollars, he would not have to go to the sea on windy days in winter, and the pain from his mother's illness could be relieved a little.

"Dad Gangzi, where are you going? There is a reward here. It is given by Captain Lengqiang himself. Don't you want it?"

After receiving the money, Gangzi's father was a little dazed and was pulled back by Daya's father.

"Oh, I forgot. I was just thinking about getting medicine for Gangzi's mother."

"You are Wei Xiaogang's father, right? Excuse me, is Wei Xiaogang's mother sick? What is her illness?"

"Oh! I've had this disease for more than ten years, tuberculosis. It becomes difficult for me to breathe in the winter."

"Uncle Wei, after you receive your reward, go home and wait. I will bring a field doctor to check it out later."

Uncle Wei shook his head quickly:

"No, no, we can just find a doctor to prescribe some medicine. The doctor can't afford it."

"Uncle Wei, it's free. It's free to treat and buy medicine for military families."

Seeing that the road was blocked behind, Daya’s father pulled Gangzi’s father into the warehouse.

"Mr. Wei, go home and wait after you receive your reward. Captain Huang keeps his word and will not ask you for money."

The warehouse is very large, usually used to temporarily store seafood. Each person has a big bag. No, it seems that each person has a bunch of big bags.

"The rewards have been distributed. Choose your own. Each person has a pile. There are six pockets in total. Don't take other people's things. We will check if you miss any."

There were a lot of people, and it was very chaotic. Several soldiers stood on the kelp pile and shouted. Gangzi's father was a little surprised. One bag was not a small amount! Each family was given six bags. Was Captain Lengqiang's family a big landlord? Or a big businessman from a big family?

Uncle Liang took one pile and pointed to another pile to Gangzi's father.

"They're all the same. Pick a bunch and you watch me carry them out."

"Just this pile! You're not as strong as me, so just watch and I'll carry it."

Gangzi's father carried the goods back and forth four times, two bags each time, and placed them where Captain Huang could see them. On the fifth trip, he and Lao Liang carried the rest out together. Seeing Lao Liang pushing a cart over from the side, Gangzi's father suddenly pointed and reacted.

"Old man, you already knew what the division was, right? You are so cunning and treacherous. Why didn't you tell me first so that I could push the cart?"

Lao Liang chuckled:

"Use mine, push it back and send it back to me".

"Then I have to make an extra trip."

"You old fool, what's wrong with making an extra trip? Does Captain Huang know where you live? He's rushing to see a doctor for Gangzi's mother, so what's wrong with you waiting here to lead the way?"

"That's right! Old man, I won't bother with you anymore."

Lao Liang didn't want to look at this shameless old man anymore, so he turned his head away and smoked quietly.

"Brother Liang, this reward is great! Two bags of white flour, a bag of pork, and another bag of beef! Let me see what's in these two bags."

"Sausages? Bacon? A bag of cloth, Lao Liang, Lao Liang, take a look, these are all hard goods"!

Lao Liang turned his head and showed a look of contempt, as if he had never seen the world. Captain Lengqiang took action, so how could the courtesy be light?

"Hurry up and tie it up and push it home, and then run to bring the car to me."

Gangzi's father quickly sealed the car, and the dollars in his pocket jingled as he turned the car around. He felt warm at heart, and then he looked at his six pockets. He felt that his child still had a long-term vision, unlike himself, who had been fishing all his life and still had to go back to sea to risk his life when he got old.

After Huang Shanhe distributed the welfare gifts, he took the doctor and followed Gangzi's father back to Gangzi's home. Lao Liang was bored, so he delivered the goods home and came back empty-handed to eat melons.

Gangzi's mother's tuberculosis is a common disease. The doctor did a skin test on her and prescribed some medicine for her.

While waiting for the skin test, Gangzi's father and wife showed off the rewards given by the army, including two bags of white flour, ten pounds of beef and beef bones, ten pounds of pork and pork ribs, a string of sausages and a string of bacon, ten boxes of canned beef, and a bag full of cotton cloth.

Gangzi's mother burst into tears when she heard this. Her son had finally made it. He was undisciplined and worked hard at home, but after joining the army for just a few months, he was able to earn such a huge fortune. The fortune teller had said that her son was destined to become a high-ranking official. No wonder Gangzi was determined to join the army. It seemed that only by joining the army could one become a high-ranking official. Without any injections or medication, Gangzi's mother actually felt a little relieved.

Shen Honglie is now wealthy and powerful. Hearing that Mengshan has started to distribute New Year gifts to soldiers to allow them to go home to visit their families, he cannot be left behind, otherwise those bastards will definitely be jealous. He also gives them the same 20 yuan reward and 20 yuan worth of supplies. They are allowed to take turns visiting their families for two months, each round lasting seven days, with one eighth of the troops each time.

War horses were roaring all over the Yimeng land, and cavalrymen could be seen going back and forth on the roads every day. The standard configuration was one man riding two horses, with one rider and one load.

Everyone looked on with envy. Any village that had a soldier returning would become noisy, and the houses would be instantly filled with people asking about the benefits of the Yimeng Guerrillas or the New Fourth Division, and whether they were as the legend said, with a guaranteed minimum of twenty yuan and twenty yuan worth of supplies.

The young people were very envious. They worked very hard at home for a year and could only save three or five dollars. When they heard that the Yimeng Guerrillas provided them with three meals a day and meat, many people became excited. However, the entire Yimeng Guerrillas had stopped recruiting soldiers, which was a pity. Of course, they didn't know that some applicants who had no ties were still retained.