Roaming In The World Of Film And Television

Chapter 114

“Canned food? Where do you get the drops?” Veterinarian Hao looked at the Japanese words on the skin and said, “This is Japanese food, right.”

“Which country you care about, it’s better than boiled vegetables in brine.” Lin Yue used the corkscrew he snatched from the quartermaster to open the Japanese can of sardines and pinched a piece of fish in his mouth.

“Well, the taste is okay.”

He nodded, stood up and walked to the wooden table where the pottery bowl was placed. He found two chopsticks made of branches and wiped it on the sleeve of his underwear. He picked up a piece of fish and handed it to the old man: “Try it.”

“The goose is not hungry, you can save it for yourself.”

“If you let you taste it, you can taste it. If you don’t eat the canned food, there is no medicine.” Lin Yue took out a bottle of sulfa medicine in his pocket and shook it.

“This is…sulfa?”

“if not?”

“Where did you drop this?”

“You don’t care where I got it, do you want it or not.”

“Think, the wounded in Goose Field pointed at it to survive.”

“Be obedient if you want, and eat this can of sardines.”

Veterinarian Hao looked at the canned food in his left hand and the medicine bottle in his right hand: “You baby has a good heart.

While speaking, he took the canned sardines handed by Lin Yue, and put a piece of fish into his mouth with chopsticks made of branches.

“Goose heard that the United States people have canned beef during the war. Let’s take a look at us. It’s good to have two meals a day. When I was a baby, I didn’t have enough to eat a meal.”

Lin Yue took out the medicine bottle containing quinine from his pocket, and handed it over with the medicine bottle containing eight tablets of sulfa. “The medicine bottle on the left is quinine, and the medicine bottle on the right is sulfa. The color is different.”

“Goose knows that quinine is used to treat malaria and sulfa is used to reduce inflammation.”

As the two talked, the wounded lying next to him woke up. They were temporarily not interested in the contents of the medicine bottle. They were all focused on the canned food in Veterinarian Hao’s hand, each of them licked their lips and swallowed.

“Don’t worry, you have a share.”

Veterinarian Hao brought the canned sardines that Lin Yue had given him to the wounded, and fed each of them a bite of the fish like his own children.

Lin Yue wanted to tell him that the wounded could not eat seafood, but he swallowed it when he reached the point of his mouth, just sighed softly.

Veterinarian Hao came back after a round of feeding, and there were only a few pieces of fish left in the can.

At this time, the smoker who was smoking in the north house came over with a numb smell of the fragrance, and said flatly, “Veterinarian, what are you eating.”

“This is called canned sardines, Japanese.”

“How does it taste?”

Veterinarian Hao smiled and handed him the can: “You will know if you taste it yourself.”

“To get it.”

He took the remaining canned sardines from his hand like hell, and ran to the corner of the North House to eat alone.

When I was young, I only heard an angry roar.

“Okay, you need to be numb, and the bastard has a lid drop, hide and eat alone.”

He has a strong Hunan accent. It is Deng Bao (nickname is not spicy), a superior soldier of the 7th Infantry Company. He, Yaoma, and Snake Butt are the iron triangle in the containment station.

“Don’t grab it, don’t grab it, don’t grab it either.”

There was a flutter in the North House.

Lin Yue looked over there and shook his head, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took out a cigarette and handed it over.

Veterinarian Hao waved his hand, lit his old cigarette stick, went to the doorstep, sat down, and took a few sips with his mouth. He didn’t know what kind of tobacco was in it, and it made people breathless.

Lin Yue endured the musty smell coming from the cigarettes, looked up at the sky where the Milky Way was invisible, and sat there with the old man swallowing clouds and fog.

“Don’t bother Meng with sulfa, let him come to me by himself.”

Veterinarian Hao glanced at him, knocked the cigarette stick on the pillar of the porch and knocked off the ashes on it.

“The baby is actually not bad, it’s just that he has suffered too many sins and thinks a lot.”

“Don’t worry about the goose’s grudge against him, or your wounded will be taken off the medicine.” Lin Yue stretched out his right hand with three small brown medicine bottles in the middle, turning around in his palm like an elderly fitness ball.

“You baby is learning to talk like a goose again.”

Lin Yue patted his butt and stood up, and walked towards the Beiwu own bed.

…

Early the next morning, Lin Yue scooped a scoop of water in the yard, dipped his finger in the toothpowder and rubbed it in his mouth for a while.

The buttocks of the snake who was on fire next to him stared at the half box of tooth powder on the ground.

“Come on?”

Snake’s butt wiped his dirty fingers on his clothes, dipped in a bit of tooth powder, and pressed it to the stained area and wiped it vigorously.

“How about it?”

“It’s white.”

“Really?”

He walked to the front of Tao Urn, hooked his mouth and took a picture inside.

“Lying will be struck by lightning.”

“Hahahaha.” Lin Yue put the box of tooth powder into his arms, got up and walked towards the moon cave gate.

Veterinarian Hao just got up, walked out of the room with his hands on his back, and muttered in a low voice: “Mysterious Midi all day, this baby was not like this before.”

Snake ass said: “Veterinarian, are you worried that he is dead and no one will be your son in the future?”

Meng was annoyed and limped out with the door frame: “Veterinarian, how do I remember that your son was on the battlefield in the Central Plains? Don’t misrecognize relatives. Lin Zuo is someone who wants to be a general. You can’t afford to be a dad. .”

Veterinarian Hao glanced at the Moon Cave Gate: “I’m bored, your mouth, the goose has to find time to cure it.”

Milong, who was lying on the hammock early in the morning, squinted across a few people and turned away.

Lin Yue didn’t hear their conversation, and walked straight to the Dongmen Black Market after leaving the shelter.

The town was very peaceful, and it did not become lively because the quartermaster was attacked and knocked unconscious. After all, it is a felony to greet the Mexican quarters to fill their own pockets. It is a felony to catch someone who is going to a military court. How dare the three of them say anything.

What kind of soldiers are there in Chanda City? The ruined soldiers, wounded soldiers, remnants, and deserters captured. There are not 3 gunmen out of 100 people. They can’t eat enough to eat every day. They live in a muddle-headed manner and rob the officers. This kind of thing gave them the courage to do it, but at most it would be a disaster for the villagers and do some surreptitious work.

Lin Yue strolled around the Dongmen market, but did not find Qi Mazi. It is estimated that Laodier was hollowed out by him, and now he is out of stock.

A few people in long gowns and hats stood at the entrance of the alley or at the root of the wall near the store. When they moved forward a little bit, they stretched out their hands in their sleeves to make a gesture.

Lin Yue chose a middle-aged man wearing a navy blue gown, followed him into the alley and walked to the back corner.

“Are there seven or nine rifles?”

The man stretched out his palm and compared it in front of him.

“You sell 50 things for the pawnshop for 20 oceans, so you can grab the money. 30 yuan, or not?”

“40.”

“It’s only 30, don’t need one more son.” Lin Yue took out the lieutenant own collar from his pocket: “Do you know it, I have friends on the inspection team.”

The middle-aged man gritted his teeth: “Okay, 30 is 30.”

“Another 5 dollar bullet.”

The middle-aged man made a gesture to the man in the hutong with a hat, and after a while, the man came over with a seven-nine rifle on his back.

Lin Yue paid the middle-aged man and walked out of the alley with a rifle on his back.

Under normal circumstances, a Hanyang production cost 20-30 oceans. Now, with the help of [Bargaining] skills, I bought a seven-nine rifle with 90 fiat currency and 15 rounds of ammunition.

Note: 1 piece of legal currency in 1941 is not equal to 1 piece of ocean, because the data found is too general, it is approximately equal to 3:1.