"Son, what are you thinking?" Zhang Sheng patted his son's head gently. Zhang Zhenhua raised his head, looked at his father, blinked his eyes and said, "I'm thinking about what delicious food is in northern Shaanxi. I heard that there are mutton soaking buns, beef ramen noodles, sauce noodles, and oil-splashed noodles there..." While saying that, counting with his little fingers.

Everyone burst into laughter, and Liu Erwa said, "The little one is right. Although our northern Shaanxi snacks are not as good as those in large places like you in Peking and Tianjin, there are a lot of them. I'm afraid you won't be able to eat them at that time."

"Then I'll eat it all day." Zhang Zhenhua raised a finger.

"You little brat, you know how to eat." Zhang Sheng was so angry that he patted his son on the head. "Don't pat my head!" Zhang Zhenhua looked at the father angrily. "I am your father!" Zhang Sheng glared at his eyes. "Dad can't do it either!" Zhang Zhenhua did not give in, "If you pat it stupidly, you won't be able to marry a wife." This reason is very powerful.

"Hahaha..." Everyone was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter, and a few of them squatted on the ground with their stomachs covered. Zhang Sheng wanted to get into the crack in the ground now. Fang Dongmei was so angry that she pulled her son over and slapped his little butt twice, "Boy, who did you hear this?"

Liu Erwa tried hard to hold back his laughter, waved his hand and said, "Okay, let's go. Try to get there quickly." "Okay!" Everyone cheered in unison and speeded up.

At noon, everyone rushed to the small county town. Under Liu Erwa's leadership, everyone came to the Eighth Route Army reception office in the county. Liu Erwa and the reception officer of the office completed the handover procedures and said goodbye to everyone. The officer took everyone to lunch in advance and told everyone that there would be a special car in the afternoon to take everyone to northern Shaanxi together.

After dinner, everyone was taken to register and file. While waiting, Zhang Zhenhua sat on the stool, twisting his body and looking left and right. Fang Dongmei couldn't help but scold: "Son, be honest." Zhang Zhenhua's little face collapsed, "But I'm bored." Then he remembered something and asked his father: "My mom and dad, didn't you bring a lot of books before you came out? Give me one."

Zhang Sheng said: "My parents bring books that adults read, but they don't take you and children to read."

"What's wrong with the child? You can't compare. Those are the ancients." Zhang Zhenhua's mind somehow made such a sentence and blurted out. A young man from Tianjin who was sitting on the side heard this and continued with a smile: "I don't know which ancients are there?" "Yeah, there are still supporting actors here?" Zhang Zhenhua suddenly felt energetic, jumped off the stool, and thrust his small breasts, "I don't know, then I'll tell you, listen, I'm thinking about the past."

"That's what it was?"

"That's not what is happening now. Thinking back to the time, Wen Yanbo of the Song Dynasty, young children had the wisdom of filling a hole and floating balls; Sima Wen Gong, who was six years old, had the plan to break the urn to save his friends; Kong Rong of the Han Dynasty, who was four years old, knew the etiquette of humility; Thirteen Langs were five years old; Liu Yan of the Tang Dynasty, who was seven years old, and had a regular name, and had a regular friend; Huang Xiang of the Han Dynasty, who was nine years old, and Wen Xi served as the prime minister at the age of 12 years old; Wu Zhouyu, who was seven years old, and studied martial arts at the age of 19 years old, and was appointed as the governor of the navy at the age of 13 years old, and led thousands of troops and horses, and took charge of the military power of the six counties and eighty-one states, used bitter meat, offered chains, and burned warships, which made Cao Cao run away in the wind and almost died in the south of the Yangtze River. Although there were the help of the lie dragon and the phoenix chick, Zhou Yu was also the leader among the children." After saying that, he shook his little head, "Who are you, these children?"

"You little brat, how can you learn this?" I didn't hear the unexpected applause, but I heard my father's scolding. The little guy pouted his mouth. The young man smiled and said, "Teacher Zhang, it's okay, your son is quite interesting."

The young man named Wang Tieqiang. He used to work as a repairman in a brass mill. The original owner of the brass mill was pretty good. Later, for some reason, he offended a boss of the **, and was forced to sell the factory to the boss. After the fall of Tianjin, the boss immediately defected to the Japanese. Wang Tieqiang didn't want to work here at all. In addition, he had contacted the underground party before, and he was a person who was full and his family was not hungry, so he simply went to Shaanxi to come to the Eighth Route Army.

Wang Tieqiang smiled and said to Zhang Zhenhua: "Little guy, you seem to have forgotten to say just now, borrow the east wind and borrow the eagle." Zhang Zhenhua raised his little face, "Borrowing the east wind and borrow the eagle was done by Zhuge Liang, not Zhou Yu, I think I don't know. Besides, in the official history, borrowing eagle was not done by Zhuge Liang, but Sun Quan."

"Oh? The little guy knows a lot." At this time, an Eighth Route Army cadre came, and squatted down and asked the little guy with a smile: "Where did you know?" Zhang Zhenhua blinked his big eyes and looked at the person in front of him, "Why should I tell you?" "No rude!" Fang Dongmei also scolded, "Chief, I'm sorry, this child is too naughty." The Eighth Route Army cadre didn't mind, "It doesn't matter, this child is quite smart." As he said, he touched Zhang Zhenhua's head, "Little boy, you must be a child who loves to study in the future." "I know, study hard, and rush up every day." Zhang Zhenhua waved his little hand. "Every day... rush up?" Everyone in the room did not report for a while. The cadre shook his head with a wry smile, turned around and walked out.

After finally everyone registered, another cadre took everyone outside the gate, where there was a large open truck, "Okay, let's take this car to northern Shaanxi. I wish you a good journey."

Everyone got into the car one after another. Xiao Zhenhua looked at the truck's cabin and muttered, "It's so cold that I'll ride a cabin, and it will be frozen." "No, there are so many stinky places." Zhang Sheng was so angry that he patted his son's butt again. "The child said yes." Qiao Jiren, a doctor who had seen the child on the road, said, "This child just happened to be sick, so don't repeat it." The cadre nodded when he heard this, "Teacher Fang, then you can sit in the cab with the child." "No, this child is not that delicate." The couple hurriedly refused. In the end, they still refused, and the mother and son had to sit in the passenger seat.

Although the road was very bumpy, the car was faster than the mule cart. Before the evening, I finally arrived at Luojiaping outside Yan'an City. The reception staff there assigned their residences according to the reservations. Zhang Sheng and his family were naturally assigned to a cave. By the way, because many of the Eighth Route Army were not local households, and the personnel mobility was high, almost all of them rented houses from local villagers from top to bottom, and even Chairman Mao was no exception.

The landlord of Zhang Sheng's family is Luo Gaoshi. He looks like he is in his sixties. He originally had three sons. The eldest son starved to death early. The second son participated in the Red Army and died on the front line. The third son joined the Eighth Route Army and went to the 129th Division. Only Mrs. Gao, daughter-in-law Feng Erni and a little granddaughter were left in the family.

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law helped Zhang Sheng and his wife clean up the house. Zhang Zhenhua couldn't get in and stood there. When she turned around, she saw half a little head leaning into the door, two small braids with horns like lambs on her head, and her eyes blinked at the people in the room. She suddenly saw the little boy in the room looking at her, and then shrank back. Zhang Zhenhua rolled his eyelids and said to himself: "Am I that scary?"

Fortunately, the family didn't bring much, and they finished packing in a short while. The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law arranged to prepare dinner again, and they all squeezed on a table together. At this time, Zhang Zhenhua saw clearly the little guy just now, the third member of the landlord's house, the little girl Luo Xiuxiu. The little girl was afraid of being angry. At the beginning, she kept huddled behind her mother, but couldn't help but curiosity. She showed her half a little head from time to time and looked at the new strangers. Fang Dongmei looked at it interestingly and asked, "Little girl, how old are you?" Luo Xiuxiu grunted for a long time before stammering, "Four, four years old." Luo Gao hurriedly said, "Don't be surprised, the country girl has never seen any world." "No, the little girl is very cute." Fang Dongmei smiled.

"Cute?" Zhang Zhenhua looked at the little girl in front of her, which was quite cute. She had a baby-fat little face on one side, and she was "plateau red" on one side. I don't know if it was cold or shy. This reminded him of the last life when he went to kindergarten and elementary school. Whenever there was any performance activity, the teacher would paint two red faces on the children's faces. Whenever he saw zombie films produced in Hong Kong and Taiwan, the zombies inside were also so red, and he felt a little chilled all over. Later, I saw zombies produced in Hong Kong and Taiwan.

After thinking about it carefully, I seemed to understand something. In the past, people regarded rosy complexion as a reflection of their health. Isn’t there such a saying, “What is blushing?” “Green spirit.” No, this is a slander for bandits. In general, malnutrition and almost everyone is wearing vegetables, now, rosy on their faces does mean that this person’s health is not bad. Didn’t the advertisement say “fine, rosy and shiny”? But this little girl has redness, and she hasn’t seen it yet.

I didn't think about it anymore and had a meal. I looked down at the food on the table. There were a few boiled eggs, a large pot of boiled cabbage with a few pieces of mutton, four large Shaanxi buns, a few pieces of sweet potatoes, a plate of pickles, and a bowl of millet porridge for each person. "The countryman, nothing is good. I'm sorry." Old Mrs. Luo said embarrassedly. "You are too polite if you say anything." Zhang Sheng said hurriedly and politely.

"Come on, beloved baby, have a boiled egg first." "Thank you grandma." Zhang Zhenhua took the egg handed by Grandma Gao with both hands and knocked it open. When he looked up, he saw Xiuxiu staring at the egg in her hand and swallowing. He hurriedly picked up one from the plate and handed it to her, "You eat too." The little girl was stunned for a moment, when Grandma Luo slapped it off on her hand and said, "No, kid, you eat it, these are for you." Zhang Sheng said, "Grandma Luo, let Xiuxiu eat it, anyway." Grandma Luo thought for a while, "Okay, Xiu, just allow one." "Thank you, uncle, thank you brother." Seeing that grandma agreed, the little girl took the egg.
Chapter completed!