Traveling through the 1940s, the whole village was massacred at the beginning

On the simple stove set up at the entrance of the tent, Peng Yongyan was busy preparing to cook.

He fiddled with the pots and pans skillfully, and the flames in the stove danced happily, reflecting his face.

Just then, Jiang Wenming came over. His steps were heavy and he was not in a good mood.

Peng Yongyan noticed his arrival, stopped what he was doing and greeted him.

Jiang Wenming nodded in response to Peng Yongyan's greeting. He walked to the side, stood with the soldiers, and listened quietly to Jiang Jiyun singing.

Jiang Jiyun's singing voice echoed outside the tent. Although the lyrics were good, his tone-deaf voice made it difficult to describe the sound.

Jiang Wenming listened for a while and finally couldn't help but comment: "The lyrics are quite well written, but it's a pity that the singing is really out of tune. It just sounds like a dry howl."

Peng Yongyan couldn't help laughing when he heard Jiang Wenming's words.

He looked up at Jiang Wenming and said, "You know Xiaoyun can't sing. She's just singing for fun. Don't be so picky. If she knew you commented on her singing like that, she would definitely break up with you."

Jiang Wenming sighed helplessly. He knew that Peng Yongyan was right. They would definitely break off the friendship for another ten minutes.

Jiang Jiyun is indeed not good at singing. The reason why she is singing here today may just be to divert her inner sadness in this way.

"The river flows eastward, and the stars in the sky align with the Big Dipper!"

"Hey, it's Beidou!"

"A bowl of wine for a life-and-death friendship"

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Jiang Wenming heard the cheerful voices of "Hey, Yi'er" coming from the tent and walked in.

Inside the tent, Jiang Jiyun was lying on a small bed, singing enthusiastically.

Although her singing cannot be described as pleasant to the ears, it is full of passion and vitality.

However, when she sang to the climax, she suddenly caught a glimpse of her uncle Jiang Wenming walking in with a smile on his face. Her singing stopped abruptly and a look of embarrassment appeared on her face.

Jiang Wenming found Jiang Jiyun's embarrassed look very amusing.

He deliberately changed the subject and asked with a smile, "We're going to exchange supplies in a couple of days. Can you bring back some more special medicine this time?"

Jiang Jiyun was covering his face with his hands at this time, feeling secretly annoyed.

She is quite aware of her own singing level and knows that she is really tone-deaf.

Thinking back to the high school entrance exam, the music teacher gave her a passing score. That was because the teacher had reached the limit of his patience and gave her a score that was against his will.

After hearing his uncle's question, Jiang Jiyun's originally relaxed expression instantly became serious.

She straightened up, sat upright, and said solemnly, "Uncle, the situation has changed. They don't want valuables like gold and jewelry anymore. They specifically want our herbs."

When Jiang Wenming heard the news, his brows furrowed tightly.

He looked worried and asked, "What kind of herbs do they need? Tell me quickly and I'll contact your brother and report this immediately."

Jiang Jiyun shook his head and said comfortingly, "Uncle, don't worry too much. I've made some preparations and planted some herbs in the space. I should be able to catch up in time for this exchange."

Jiang Wenming felt a little relieved after hearing her say this, but he still decided to go to the space to check the situation in person.

He said to Jiang Jiyun, "Okay, take me into the space. I want to know what specific herbs they need so that we can prepare more seeds later."

After the two entered the space, Jiang Wenming looked around and saw that the vast land that was originally full of crops was now occupied by various herbs. Everywhere he looked, it was green and full of vitality.

However, when his eyes fell on the ginseng field, he found that there was no change there.

Looking at the vegetable garden on the other side, it still remained the same, and the huge pumpkins and winter melons were about to mature.

After growing for a period of time, the cabbage and green vegetables have become lush and much larger than before.

The peppers and tomatoes are also ripe, and the red fruits are hanging on the branches, which is very tempting.

The cucumbers are emerald green in color and look fresh and juicy.

Jiang Jiyun stood beside the vegetable patch, pointing to different areas and explaining, "These are the vegetables we eat and the food our poultry needs. They haven't been touched, and the other areas are planted with herbs they need."

Then, Jiang Jiyun's gaze fell on the pigpen not far away.

There, a group of big white pigs were lying there and taking a nap leisurely.

Suddenly, an idea struck her, and she said to her uncle, "Uncle, the old sow over there has given birth again! We can give those dozens of big pigs to the soldiers to nourish their bodies. We don't have that much pig food to feed them anyway."

Jiang Jiyun thought to himself that wild boars can go to the battlefield to fight and cannot be killed for meat, but these big white pigs do nothing but eat and sleep all day long. Keeping them would just be a waste of pig food.

After saying that, Jiang Jiyun picked up a small scalpel and walked straight towards the group of lively piglets.

She was going to perform a "minor operation" on these little guys.

When Jiang Jiyuan and the others came back, Jiang Wenming and Jiang Jiyun had already walked out of the space. They were standing by the temporary stove, busy with something.

Jiang Jiyun and Peng Yongyan were preparing pig blood. Jiang Jiyuan saw several large wooden barrels placed here, each of which was filled with pig blood. The pig blood was cut into brick-sized blocks and neatly stacked in the barrels.

"What are you doing? Let me help!" Zhang An said as he wiped his face casually, then lowered his head and walked over quickly.

Chen Meng stood aside, looking curiously at the pig blood cubes in the wooden barrels. The pig blood looked quite fresh, probably taken from the pigs that had just been slaughtered.

Jiang Jiyun heard Zhang An's voice and turned around. Her pigtails swayed with her movements.

She said to Zhang An, "No need, Brother An, we've already prepared the pig's blood, so don't bother!"

Zhang An smiled and said, "Well, then what should we do with the pig's blood?"

Jiang Jiyun shook his head and replied, "We'll make pig blood tofu with this pig blood later. It's so delicious! Brother An, I'll send all the pigs to your space. You can just send them directly to the kitchen later."

Zhang An nodded in agreement.

After all, their space is open to the public, so it would be more convenient for them to deliver the pigs to the kitchen.

So, Jiang Jiyun began to send the pigs into Zhang An's space one by one.

She was very skilled in her movements, and in a short while she had sent in forty-eight pigs, leaving only two pigs for them to eat. She also sent a large pile of flour into Zhang An's space.

At this time, Jiang Wenming was talking to Jiang Jiyuan, and he told him about Jiang Wenting.