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Chapter 259: Fellow Villagers

Li Jun nodded after hearing what Wang Luo said. He had experienced that era and knew a lot about that period of history, especially the common people. They were absolutely unwilling to accept and were loyal to their friends. They just fought for their rights. There were railway guerrillas, mine warfare, various armed work teams, including Langya, which was a natural place for guerrilla warfare, with high mountains and dense forests. Just think about it, by the time the War of Resistance Against Japan was won, a total of 27 field troops had emerged from Shandong Province, which showed that it was very strong. It was just that it became an occupied area at the beginning, and people on the Internet in later generations just followed the crowd and did not understand this period of history.

"Master Li, Uncle Xiao Luo, when it comes to fighting the little guys, our Lu Province is definitely the manliest. There is something you may not know or have heard of. When we were fighting, especially in the later period, our Lu Province was really full of flames. There were endless levels of armed organizations, each showing its power. The little guys who were fighting hid in the artillery tower and dared not show up. Especially since we are good at besieging a point and attacking reinforcements, that guy, their reinforcements could not deliver supplies, and the people in the artillery tower were so hungry that they kept crying.

It was different from when we first came here and had to rob for food. Later, our team grew stronger and we blocked the artillery tower with mines. If they tried to get out, they would be beaten. The brave enemy soldiers came out with guns and bullets to exchange for food with us, while the timid ones ran out and worked as farmhands in the landlords' homes to earn a living. They were more capable than mules and donkeys, and it was said that some of them were even taken in as sons-in-law!"

Speaking of this, Goushengzi was also very proud.

The three of them walked and talked, and time passed quickly. A few hours later, after two o'clock in the afternoon, they climbed over one mountain after another and finally saw a village in a ravine. This was Wangjia Village, Wang Luo's hometown.

The land is barren, with nothing but trees and stones on the mountains. The valleys are filled with stone houses. Most of the farmland is reclaimed on the hillsides, and only drought-resistant crops such as corn, sweet potatoes, potatoes and millet are grown. The harvest is average, and the family depends entirely on the weather. But it is from such a barren place that too many soldiers and martyrs' families have emerged. "The last grain of food is used as military rations, the last piece of cloth is made into military uniforms, and the last son is sent to the battlefield" came from here.

"Look, everyone is waiting at the entrance of the village!"

Goushengzi pointed to the group of people sitting or standing next to the mill under the big locust tree at the entrance of the village. They were wearing black and gray clothes with patches on top of patches and were looking at the intersection.

Wang Luo knew who these people were, so they were all familiar to him. The natural blood relationship made him feel naturally close to these elders and fellow villagers.

Wang Luo quickly jumped off the mule cart, ran two steps to the waiting old men and old ladies, knelt down, kowtowed, and said, "Grandpa, second grandpa, and grandmas, Xiao Luo is back from the capital. Thank you for waiting for your grandson at the village entrance in the middle of winter. I kowtow to you!"

"Hurry up, hurry up, you little monkey, you're still doing this when you're home. It's only been half a year since we last met, and you've grown taller and stronger. The food in the capital is good for you!"

The great grandfather, with his toothless mouth showing, cheerfully pulled Wang Luo up.

"No matter how good the food in the capital is, it's not as good as the food in our hometown. Everyone in the whole Dragon Country knows that Langya is good. You can see it from the fact that you are still in good health!"

"You've grown up and can talk now. You used to be dumb, but you've changed a lot. Come on, it's cold outside, let's go home and have dinner first!"

He took Wang Luo and walked towards home. Wang Luo took the opportunity to greet other peers and juniors, and introduced Li Jun to the people in the village. They already knew that he was Wang Luo's master, so they were very enthusiastic. The villagers naturally helped to carry the luggage, and they didn't have to do anything.

Surrounded by everyone, they went directly to the great-grandfather's house, which was also the gathering place for the villagers. All matters were discussed in his house. It was like this before and it is still like this now. Not only because of his seniority and age, but mainly because the great-grandfather was very powerful. Except for the old couple and a great-grandson, the rest of the family members sacrificed their lives in the war for the country. The whole family was loyal and brave. How could you not respect such a person? Even though Wang Luo's father seemed very powerful outside and led so many soldiers, he had to be respectful when he came here.

When we arrived at my great grandfather's house, hot food was already on the table, a pot of chicken and a basket of white flour buns. "Eat it while it's hot. The hen isn't laying eggs anymore, so we can kill her and eat her meat!"

As the hostess, the grandmother looked at Wang Luo and Li Jun said with a smile.

"Grandpa, Grandma, every time I come back you always come up with this excuse. It's been so many years, can't you change it?"

In the memory of Wang Luo's previous life, every time he came back from the capital, his great-grandfather and others would always find various reasons to make delicious food for him, such as the chickens stopped laying eggs, they caught wild rabbits, etc. The reasons were different, but they always took out their best things to give to Wang Luo to eat. This was to thank Wang Zhonghua for sending money back every month, and Wang Zhonghua sent money back to thank the villagers for their help in the past and to feel guilty for those villagers who went out to fight with him and died. Both sides knew what was going on and there was no need to be polite. It was the cause and effect of many years.

"Xiao Luo, this?"

Seeing the food on the table, Li Jun, who was here for the first time, didn't know how to pick up his chopsticks. A chicken and some white flour buns were really precious things to these fellow villagers from the mountain valley.

"Master, just eat. This is your own home. If you are polite to my grandparents, they probably won't be happy!"

Wang Luo smiled and shook his head.

"This brat!"

Everyone looked at Wang Luo and was very satisfied with his answer. If he was polite, it would mean that he looked down on his fellow villagers and did not treat them as his own.

Just like in the past, he scooped out some meat in a bowl and distributed it to the children who were drooling and staring at the chicken. The adults didn't stop him. This was tacit understanding.

After doing all this, he picked up the steamed bun and asked Li Jun to eat with big mouthfuls.

After the meal, everyone chatted for a while. Knowing that they were tired after taking the train and mule cart, they let Master Wang Luo and his apprentice go back to their own homes to rest.

The old house had been cleaned long ago, and the quilts were also sent by the villagers. Although they had patches, they were clean and well-dried. The kang was also warm and not cold at all.

He simply took off his clothes and crawled into bed. He was not woken up until the next morning by Goushengzi, and went to his house for dinner.

(End of this chapter)