War Photographer's Notebook

Chapter 401 The Best Gift
In the lively forest camp, although the setting sun has been completely blocked by the tree canopy, although the two simple words on the wooden board have become blurred due to the nightfall.But everyone, including those guerrillas, including those old people, women and children, everyone is talking about what they will look like in 50 years.

Perhaps because of the limitations of the times, the world they imagined 50 years later will inevitably be quite different from the era that Wei Ran knew.But perhaps it is precisely because of the uncertainty of the future that the world imagined by these war victims 50 years later is far more beautiful than the era in which Wei Ran lived.

"It would be great if 50 years from now it's really what you imagined."

Wei Ran, who was muttering to himself, abruptly stopped the second half of the sentence. If it was as they imagined, the Soviets in that world might be happier, but perhaps only the Soviets were happy.

In a trance, Wei Ran seemed to see through the essence of the war, and Wei Ran, who was somewhat dispirited, sighed, and left the open-air classroom quietly, taking advantage of the cover of night to walk away with a milk bucket that was obviously seized from the Germans, and walked slowly Strolled to the shack that temporarily belonged to him.

To his surprise, even though he had been running outside for a day, the charcoal fire in the simple fireplace in the hut was still burning brightly, and the hut, which had been cleaned carefully, was also baked and dry. Many, even the small bed made out of ammunition boxes, has been re-laid with a thick layer of dry pine needles under the animal skin blanket.

And at the head of the small bed, there was an extra bulging pillow, not to mention that, on the small table made of ammunition boxes at the head of the bed, there was a wooden bowl full of pine nuts, even Even the simple wooden door was nailed with a layer of fresh birch bark enough to block the light and cold wind.

There is no doubt that all this must have been done by the old people or women who stayed in the camp.And their careful arrangement undoubtedly made Wei Ran's living environment much more comfortable for the next few days.

Closing the wooden door with the fragrance of birch bark, Wei Ran took advantage of the light provided by the constantly beating bonfire in the fireplace, first used the clear water in the enamel kettle that Ivan and his little friend sent yesterday, and poured the milk that had just come in. The barrel was rinsed carefully, and the vodka-filled barrel was removed from the metal book.

This milk barrel is the standard equipment of the German supply soldiers in World War II, and its capacity is just 10 liters, while the oil barrel belonging to Wei Ran has a capacity of 20 liters. In other words, the vodka he brought is just filled with two such milk bucket.

However, he knew the peeing nature of the Slavs. Not to mention World War II, even during World War I, it was absolutely impossible for these bastards to spoil the alcohol at hand overnight, and they would definitely drink all of it in their stomachs to be safe.Therefore, in order to prevent those guerrillas outside from drinking too much and being accused of stealing their homes by Germans who may appear at any time, the most sensible way is to limit the supply.

Thieves filling borrowed milk pails with vodka from their imaginary world.Wei Ran hurriedly collected the half-stocked oil barrel, then closed the lid of the milk barrel, carried it in his hands and left the warm shack.

When he returned to the open-air classroom, those imaginative children and guerrillas had almost constructed what the world would look like 50 years later. In the shack on No. [-], the dinner was brought up.

It’s pitiful to say that, in order to avoid being discovered by the German reconnaissance planes, these guerrillas can only cook in the huts at night to avoid being discovered by the German reconnaissance planes. It may be better in winter, but in summer, I want to I want to know how much I suffer.

Not only is it hard work to cook, the food is not really good, just a big bucket of rabbit and venison, potatoes, carrots and devil ginger and mushrooms, and some dry and hard acorns Black bread.In addition, on the table made out of ammunition boxes, there was also a basket of wild fruits of various colors.

Although in Wei Ran's opinion, this dinner is too simple, but looking at the way the children headed by Ivan swallow their saliva wildly, it is clear that even such a dinner is not often available to them.

"This is yours, taste it!"

Slava handed Wei Ran a lunch box full of thick soup and two large slices of bread. There was also a piece of venison the size of a fist and two potatoes soaked in soup in the lunch box.

Glancing at the lunch box in the hands of Teacher Jaina and the tank soldier Shura not far away, and then looking at Ivan's lunch box, Wei Ran shook his head, "Distribute the meat to the children, I don't eat meat, and I haven't eaten meat since I was a child." eat meat."

"vegetarian?"

Slava looked at Wei Ran suspiciously, "How can there be people in this world who don't eat meat? Victor, you taught the children a very good lesson today, so you're welcome."

“I don't really eat meat”

Wei Ran shook his head again, and said jokingly, "Maybe after 50 years, there will be many people who don't eat meat, and they might let others not eat meat too."

"how is this possible!"

Slava laughed loudly, "If there is such an idiot, I will climb out of the grave and change places with him, let him lie in my coffin, and I will eat meat for him!"

"It's indeed a good proposal, but I really don't eat meat." Wei Ran said seriously.

"Really don't want to eat?" Slava looked at Wei Ran seriously.

“Really don't eat”

Wei Ran said as he shook the milk bucket in his hand, "But if you can help me replace the meat with potatoes, Jerusalem artichokes, or slices of bread, these vodkas are yours."

"Did you really get vodka?!"

Slava's eyes widened immediately after taking the milk bucket. The heavy weight was not what he thought everyone could only take a sip to taste.

Wei Ran looked at the guerrillas swarming around him, and made a promise with a smile, "And it's vodka without water."

"Comrade Stalin testifies that the last time I drank vodka without water was in summer!" Shura opened the lid of the milk bucket and sniffed it. "It really isn't watered! It's really not watered vodka!"

"Get a new bowl of broth for our comrade journalists!"

Uncle Slava closed the lid of the milk bucket and said happily, "Remember not to put meat on him, put more potatoes, carrots or mushrooms, and bring some more slices of bread!"

"It's the first time I've seen a weirdo like you who doesn't eat meat."

The old man who was in charge of filling the broth for everyone made a new bowl of broth for Wei Ran. Although there was no meat in it this time, I don’t know if it was because of the vodka, but there was very little soup in it. Solids other than meat.

"Not so much"

Wei Ran simply snatched the spoon from the opponent's hand, poured the soup from the lunch box into it again, filled half a bowl of soup himself, and scooped up some potatoes and mushrooms in small quantities, maintaining the same treatment as Shula and others.

The old man in charge of cooking sighed, silently picked up three pieces of bread and stuffed them to Wei Ran.vegetarian?This is an excuse that has been used by partisans for months.

After the episode that almost all adults knew well, Wei Ran sat in the shadow of an oak tree with Uncle Slava, holding his own broth and bread.

It is also forced by the reconnaissance plane that may appear overhead at an unknown time, so everyone also found the shadow of the trees to solve the dinner in the dark.The only difference is that there are two groups of people who drink and those who don't.

"Victor, don't tell me that you don't even plan to drink wine." While speaking, Slava had already poured Wei Ran a big full glass from an enamel cup.

"This cup is enough."

Wei Ran took the cup as he spoke, and the milk bucket became lighter and lighter as the guerrillas passed it around.

Unsurprisingly, the guerrillas, including Slava, all sent their cups of vodka to their mouths, took a small sip, and immediately poured the rest into the jug filled with water. I want to drink more in disguise.And the milk bucket, which had been passed around and still had a lot of stock, was taken away by Teacher Jaina as a matter of course.

"Victor, you have brought the best gift, so this first glass of wine, for our fellow journalists, cheers!"

After Uncle Slava's simple toast, everyone raised their glasses, cheered in a low voice, and then drank the vodka mixed with water in the glasses.

Wei Ran also picked up the cup and thanked, "Thank you everyone, it's just some vodka."

"no no no"

After drinking, Uncle Slava seemed to become more talkative, "We're not talking about these vodkas. Although these things are precious now, it's okay if you don't drink them.

I'm talking about the lesson you gave the kids, we never took them to imagine what would happen after the war, and even those of us never thought about whether we would live to see the end of the war. "

Slava was about to pour another glass of vodka mixed with water from his kettle, but Wei Ran took the first step and gave half of the unwatered wine in his glass to the other party.

Slava shook his head with a smile, and did not reject Wei Ran's kindness, but just took a sip with special treasure, and then continued, "Before this, all of us were just spending time trying to save more people, trying to make more trouble for the Germans, never thinking about what we will do after the war is over.

But today, I listened to the dreams of those children, and to the future world imagined by everyone.I think we all have purpose now.Even if we don't live 50 years later, at least those children should have the opportunity to realize their dreams. "

　Thanks to the leader of Mingjian for the reward, how can I be such a rubbish
　　
　
(End of this chapter)