Show the sword, start from the guerrillas

In September, the temperature in Taihang Mountains is not as hot as in summer, but it still has the residual warmth of summer. Various plants in the mountains are also trying to absorb nutrients from the soil before the ground freezes, so as to accumulate more energy for themselves and preserve their species.

Survival is a big topic! This topic can be divided into genetics, philosophy, behavior, zoology, botany, chemistry... In short, all the subjects you can think of seem to be related to the word survival!
For example, those inconspicuous little grasses. If you analyze them from the perspective of survival, you will find that there are many mysteries in them!
Survival is not just about individual survival, but also about the continuation of a group or species! For example, perennial herbs work hard to store nutrients, storing most of their energy in their roots (and underground stems) to ensure that they will not freeze to death in winter. In the spring of the following year, when the sun shines, these rhizomes will give birth to new buds, allowing the plants to continue growing.

Some annual herbs store as much energy as possible in their seeds, which then take root and sprout in the spring of the following year and continue to grow.

Of course, there are also some perennial plants that will produce some seeds during the growing season of the year, and provide a way for the seeds to spread, allowing the seeds to scatter!
The plant we are most familiar with is probably the dandelion!

Therefore, in September, when all the primary schools in Pingdong District started classes, some primary school students had articles about dandelions in their classrooms. However, unlike the various articles about dandelions that followed, the texts in Pingdong District not only described the growth process of dandelions, but also focused on the medicinal value of dandelions and the pharmacological combinations of dandelions...

That's right, today's primary school textbooks don't have so many beautiful or ugly illustrations, nor do they have almost useless English. They only have three subjects: Chinese, mathematics, and labor. In Chinese class, not only do we learn about words, sentences, reading, and comprehension, we also learn about some pharmacology of traditional Chinese medicine! The education of traditional Chinese medicine should start from childhood, which is the consensus of everyone in the Beishan detachment.

The days gradually returned to peace, and life passed day by day. The people in the Pingdong District base did not have a deep impression of this sweep. If there was any, it was probably the militia mobilized by the Third Brigade and the villagers from Weijia Village who came to visit their relatives.

As the weather gradually cools down, the earth also ushered in the harvest time! This harvest is not only in the military and military industry, but the biggest harvest is in agriculture.

In a farmyard in the north of Weijia Village, a little boy still wearing open-crotch pants was squatting beside the chicken coop, watching the dozen chickens he had raised since childhood pecking at the food. Suddenly, the boy with a good memory noticed that one chicken was missing, so he opened the door of the chicken coop and quietly walked in.

Cluck, cluck, cluck... The chickens are already very familiar with Master Xiao. They are not bold enough to challenge the authority of their young master. They are already pecking at the maggots that crawl out of the maggot basins.

Cluck, cluck, cluck... Just as the little guy walked to the chicken coop, a chicken with a red face clucking rushed out of the chicken coop, scaring the little guy so much that he almost fell down.

Just at this time, the little guy suddenly found an extra egg in the chicken coop, with some blood on the eggshell.

Seeing the eggs, the little guy snorted with joy, reached out and carefully took the warm eggs in his hands, and ran excitedly to the main room: "Mom, mom, there are eggs..."

"Shuanzi, run slower..." A woman in her 40s, seeing her grandson staggering, quickly called out, then put down the dustpan in her hand and chased after her eldest grandson. "Haha... brat, don't fall..." At the door of the main hall, a 40-year-old strong man picked up little Shuanzi, took the egg, and handed it to a young woman in her 20s next to him: "This is from the old family, these are first-cooked eggs, boil them and give them to Shuanzi!"

"No, I want to go see my father! These are the eggs I raised, I want to give them to my father!" The little boy struggled and expressed his wish.

"Okay, go see your dad!" The old man carried his grandson out, saying as he walked, "We're at home. The eggs are cooked, and the grasshoppers we caught yesterday are fried into pancakes. You can take Shuanzi to see his dad later!"

"Dad, what's the matter? The busy farming season is about to begin, and the troops have been given a holiday..." At this time, a soldier in military uniform but without weapons walked into the yard from outside. While he was speaking, his eyes kept staring at his wife and children.

"Feihong, are you on vacation? The team is not fighting anymore?" The speaker was a middle-aged woman, her face full of joy despite her question.

"There is no fighting for the time being. The Japanese dare not leave the artillery tower because of our attacks!" Meng Feihong picked up Meng Xiaoshuan and kissed him vigorously. He then continued, "It is almost the busy farming season. The detachment held a meeting and asked us local soldiers to take a holiday to go home and visit our families, and help with the autumn harvest! Hehe, there are a full 25 days!"

As Meng Feihong spoke, he squeezed his eyes with his wife, conveying a kind of meaning that only exists between husband and wife, which made the young woman glare at him hard.

"Nan has a good relationship...why haven't the second and third sons come back?" asked Aunt Meng.

"Mom, the second son has joined the rapid response company. He has to train every day and fight at any time! The third son just joined the army, how can he have a holiday? Hehe..." As he spoke, Meng Feihong took out a merit certificate from his pocket and handed it to his father solemnly: "Dad, this is my merit certificate. It's from the battle outside the village. I won the second-class merit! And, I'm a platoon leader now."

"Platoon leader? Now you are an official?" Uncle Meng clapped his hands happily, and then said seriously: "Boss, now that you are an official, you can't look down on others like those people! Also, remember, if you always think about the responsibility on your shoulders, you are fighting with dozens of people alone, and a wrong order may ruin the lives of several comrades!"

"Dad, I understand. I even attended a training class and studied for two months before I graduated! By the way, what are we going to do today? Just press it and do it." Meng Feihong put his son down as he spoke.

"Today..." Uncle Meng thought about today's arrangements, and then said: "We won't do anything today, you take a rest for a day, we will start work tomorrow! You stay at home first, old woman, let's go to Butcher Zhang's house, I heard that he killed a pig yesterday, you take the money, let's go buy some meat..." (End of this chapter)