1949 I am from the future

[357] guest

The base of the 155th regiment was on a piece of wasteland outside the village. According to Slang Wendui, this piece of land had been planted for three years, and according to the rules, it had to be abandoned for a year to cultivate soil fertility.

After arranging the stationing of the troops, the sky was getting dark, and Fan Ming told the deputy head, Tang Xun, to help:

"Ask Battalion Commander Xu to arrange each sentry post carefully. Just like Zheduo, there must be fixed posts and mobile posts. The night patrol team is divided into three shifts. There are people in the first half of the night, the middle of the night, and the second half of the night.

Ask the cooking team to draw a comrade to participate in the night duty, use a pressure cooker to boil some boiling water, pour it into a thermos, and give each soldier a cup of hot water before going to bed. "

"Team leader, don't worry, I'm old enough to know this." Tang Xun said to the deputy head of the gang.

Fan Ming laughed and said, "I'm just wordy, an old problem, and I can't change it."

Political Commissar Jiang walked into the tent of the regiment headquarters from the outside and said, "Lao Fan, it's getting late, the cooking team has started cooking, let's visit old man Slang Wendui."

Fan Mingdao: "Have you arranged the health team and film screening team over there?"

"It's all arranged. The medical team will return to the camp for dinner after finishing their consultations later. The propaganda team will play a movie at [-] p.m., and the first battalion and the third company will be on duty," Political Commissar Jiang said.

"That's fine, let's go." Fan Ming said.

The home of the old mountain man Slang Wendui lived in a cave in the north of the village. Fan Ming and Jiang Hongliang led Li Futian, Wu Dagui and others to look for it on horseback in the direction that Slang Wendui had given before.

"It should be here. Look at the mani pile on the side of the road. Slang Wendui said that the mani pile is directly opposite his home. There is only this house here, so that should be his home." Commissar Jiang turned over Dismounted, analyzed.

Fan Ming also got off his horse, handed the reins to the guard Wu Dagui, and walked forward with Political Commissar Jiang.

Fan Ming saw a barefoot Tibetan girl walking out of the cattle pen in front of the house. With a timid expression, she ran over and asked, "Are you the guests that Dad said?"

Fan Ming looked at this girl carefully, and saw that she was about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a thin body, and the dark skin on her face was a little rough by the wind, but she couldn't hide the plateau red under the laborer's complexion.

Fan Ming knew that the plateau red was caused by long-term hypoxia and high-intensity ultraviolet radiation.But for some reason, Fan Ming felt that the blush on the faces of the Tibetan girls he met along the way seemed very beautiful, revealing the light of youth and health.

"Girl, you are right, we were invited by your father." Li Futian said.

"Hi guests, my name is Baima." The girl introduced herself simply.

Commissar Jiang smiled kindly and said, "I know that, it means lotus."

After saying her name, the girl hurriedly ushered everyone in. She walked briskly in front, walking through the cow pen full of cow dung, her steps were as nimble as a deer.

In front of the mountain people's homes, there is usually a cattle pen that visitors must pass through. The smell of fresh grass dung made Wu Dagui sneezed.Wu Dagui counted, there was a cow, two geldings, and a small calf in the pen.

Crossing the cattle pen is the house of Slangwen. This earthen house is divided into upper and lower floors. The upper floor is for people to live in. The lower floor is supported by many log pillars, forming a corral for livestock to spend the night, shelter from rain and snow.

Baima pointed to the wooden ladder in front of the door and asked everyone to go up.

Fan Ming, who was walking in the lead, suddenly encountered a difficulty.

This single-plank ladder is a log as thick as the mouth of a bowl, and several equidistant gaps have been cut hastily with an axe.

"Is this considered a staircase?" Fan Ming grinned, revealing a wry smile.

Seeing the big guy hesitate in front of the stairs, the girl lifted her skirt and went up the stairs briskly barefoot, then turned around nimbly, and stretched out her hand to Fan Ming.

Fan Ming blushed, but he didn't take over, and climbed up with courage.

"I'm a soldier, how can I see people after climbing a ladder and making jokes?" Fan Ming thought to himself.

The staircase like a telegraph pole looks difficult, but as long as you have the courage to climb it, it is not difficult to climb. Fan Ming, Jiang Hongquan, and Li Futian all went up with gifts, leaving Wu Dagui with the guards to watch and watch. horse.

Seeing the three people coming, Slang Wendui and his wife warmly ushered the guests to sit down. Tibetans are always warm and enthusiastic in hospitality. Slang Wendui held the rag in his hand and wiped the small wooden table repeatedly. Wipe the already greasy table to make it even more greasy.

Baima took out a few wooden bowls from the cabinet, washed and washed, wiped and wiped, and solemnly washed them with water several times.

Finally, the small greasy table in front of the three of them was filled with the best food Tibetans could get, such as buttered tea, glutinous rice cake noodles, sour milk, goat milk skin and so on.

Looking at this table of sumptuous hospitality food, Fan Ming's chest suddenly felt warm.

But this smell... All these foods exude a strong smell of mutton!

People who are not used to eating mutton without onion and ginger, or people who are used to herdsmen's food, would not try it at all. This strong smell hits the nose. Compared with these, Fan Ming feels that the smell of grass dung in the cow pen It's really refreshing.

But at this moment, Political Commissar Jiang and Li Futian began to make glutinous rice cakes from the wooden bowl in front of them, and Fan Ming had to follow.He knows that the warm hospitality of Tibetans must never be rejected, otherwise, the lighter ones will be regarded as outsiders, and the more serious ones will be regarded as looking down on the host.

When Political Commissar Jiang led Li Futian and Fan Ming to knead their glutinous rice cake noodles, the Slang Wendui family, who had looked at the three anxiously before, was already extremely happy, with sincere and enthusiastic smiles overflowing from the bottom of their hearts. .

Seeing the joy of the host's family, Fan Ming felt that this meal was really worth eating, and he wanted to eat it even if he pinched his nose.Li Futian was a long-distance runner in Kangzang, and he didn't feel it when he was used to eating, but Fan Ming was surprised to find that Commissar Jiang, a cultural person full of knowledge, ate without frowning and smiled, eating every kind of food They all tasted some, and thanked and praised the host for the hospitality while eating.

Fan Ming knew that Commissar Jiang, who usually had a bland taste in food, was showing his courtesy.

Fan Ming admired Commissar Jiang very much.

So, he also started to eat in big mouthfuls.

"Uncle Slang Wendui, the army is showing a movie in the square tonight, why don't you go and watch it?" Political Commissar Jiang said.

"Movie? What's a movie? I don't go to the village very much except buying and selling herbs." Slang Wendui said.

Political Commissar Jiang scratched his head and said, "Movies are like singing operas. They are for everyone's entertainment. Some movies are also educational and can inspire people."

Slang Wendui said: "Why do you put it on at night? How do you see it in the dark? Have you lit butter lamps?"

"Movies are supposed to be bright, so you can see them clearly at night. They also have sound, so you can hear the people inside." Commissar Jiang continued to recommend.

Slang Wendui said: "Is it such a rare thing, then I will definitely go and see it."

Bai Ma, who was sitting on the side, said curiously: "It's getting dark already."

Political Commissar Jiang said with a smile: "All of you and your family will go with us later. When the troops leave, you won't be able to see the movie. These days, the army's medical team is also treating everyone in the village for free. Your family will also go for a physical examination." .”

Slang Wendui said: "My family is not sick, it's better to show it to sick people. This is a good thing to accumulate virtue. Dajun is really compassionate."

Commissar Jiang continued to ask, "Is Baima your daughter? Do you have any other children?"

Slang Wendui lowered his head and sighed in silence. His wife said, "I gave birth to five children, and this one survived."

Fan Ming quickly changed the subject and said, "Uncle, we are very grateful for your warm hospitality! Please accept this package of gifts."

After speaking, Fan Ming took out the package of compressed biscuits and ham sausage which weighed six to seven catties.The army didn't have any good gifts to give, only the newly issued compressed biscuits and ham sausages were considered good by everyone, and it was good to give them, so they chose this as a gift.

Slang Wendui opened the cloth bag and saw the vacuum-packed silver compressed biscuits and red ham sausage, completely confused about what it was.

"Thank you Dajun, but what is this?"

Fan Ming took out the ham sausage, cut open the casing with the knife he carried with him, handed it to Slang Wendui, and tore open a pack of compressed biscuits and handed it to Baima.

The delicious taste of the ham sausage and the milky dryness of the compressed biscuits conquered the Slang Wendui family at that time.

Baima took the compressed biscuit and happily took another big bite.

Slang Wendui said gratefully: "The guest's gift is too precious. I have never eaten such a good snack in my life."

Fan Ming smiled and said: "This is not a rare item. It is a portable ration for the soldiers to supplement nutrition. It can be eaten without lighting a fire. It is very convenient to fill the stomach during the war. This time I came here in a hurry, so I can't prepare gifts specially. Just take some of the rations you brought as a gift, please don’t dislike it, uncle.”

Slang Wendui hurriedly said: "This is very good, this is very good, thank you for the guest's gift, I like it very much!"

Baima looked at Fan Ming enviously and said, "A guest from the army, can you eat such good snacks as a soldier?"

Fan Ming didn't know how to explain it, so he said, "Yes. You can eat it if you join the army."

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