When you walk into Liu Bing's temporary camp, the first thing you see is a variety of strange and dazzling cooking tools: remove the kettle in the first half, the large earthen bowl, the barbecue wild vegetables, and the intact big pot.

I don’t know if the other party doesn’t want to cause trouble for them in their lives or is hungry and can’t wait to wait. They actually prepared this meal early: although it was all wild vegetables, they did make a lot of them.

Zhang Qingshan came to the big pot, looked at it, and subconsciously picked up the spoon to check if there was barley in the pot, but as soon as he reached out, he stopped and retracted his hand, and turned to Liu Bing beside him.

Zhang Qingshan originally wanted to save some face for Liu Bing, because he felt that seeing the other person's embarrassment in person was like sweeping the other person's face. But he never expected that Liu Bing not only did not feel embarrassed, but instead said with a smile: "There is no way. I heard Comrade Peng Peng say that you still have food, but I thought that it would be better to save some money, so I asked the comrades to cook wild vegetables early, thinking that after you arrive, although the food is not as good as yours, you can eat hot food at least."

When he heard this, Zhang Qingshan looked at Liu Bing in surprise. He felt that Liu Bing was proud of himself, but he was quite open-minded. Thinking about it carefully, it was probably because he felt that he had done his best, so he was so honest.

Zhang Qingshan nodded, took out a cigarette, and handed it to Liu Bingyi.

Liu Bing took a sip of cigarettes and looked around. His eyes finally showed a little anxiety. His tone was not so proud, but a little sad. He said lightly: "Old Zhang, let me tell you the truth: Actually, I mainly think that it doesn't matter what a person like us eats, but the wounded really need food to supplement nutrition. Otherwise, if you drag on this, sooner or later, there will be big problems. By that time, as their leader, I will be too dereliction of duty and will not even have the shame to see them even if I die."

Zhang Qingshan smiled and nodded, patted his shoulder, and said, "Now everyone is in trouble. Many times, many things are something we cannot solve for the time being. You don't need to blame yourself so much. We are all revolutionary comrades and should help each other. Now that we meet in such a big place, it is destined by God. In the future, we will just face any difficulties and obstacles. I won't say much more if you don't say anything extra."

As he said that, Zhang Qingshan turned around and shouted to Xiang Tao who was following not far behind, "Xiang Tao, go and send an order, and stay here today. Let's talk to Zhou Ping again and make a fire immediately. According to the previous regulations, the food of the injured and sick must be prepared. Especially Comrade Li Xueshan's meals must be guaranteed to be the best. He will have to undergo surgery in the next two days. There must be sufficient guarantees for nutrition. Although other comrades can't do anything, they can add some lard to this big pot, so that everyone can eat some oil star flavor and nourish the body. Please discuss with the newly joined comrades and count the specific number of people and the injured, and take good care of them."

After giving these instructions, Zhang Qingshan saw Liu Bing make a call and knew that he meant to ask him to go to the side, find a quiet place, and talk to him. It was nothing but a matter of increasing the friendship between the actual leaders of both sides.

Zhang Qingshan nodded with a smile, but accidentally saw something abnormal in the corner of his eyes. He turned his head to look at it subconsciously, and his heart suddenly became cold: When he came, he only noticed that these people were pale and thin, unkempt and dirty, almost like beggars. Then he was stunned by joy. Finally, he was anxious to know their food situation, but he didn't notice that these people were even worse than they thought!

Look at these sitting people, all their faces are pale and thin, as thin as skeletons. Moreover, all sitting people have blood on their bodies, which can be said to be injured. There are more than ten people. Although they all try to open their eyes wide and want to show their energy, the malnutrition and injuries caused by long-term hunger are mixed with them, which makes them look like people who are inferior to beggars. Only the guns in their hands can prove that they are soldiers, and only the red ones on their military caps

Stars can prove that they are the Red Army. Only the respectful look they saw, indicating that they are a disciplined and organized army. Of course, Zhang Qingshan didn't know that this was the face-loving face of Liu Bing's pride: those who greeted them before were intact, and these dozen wounded people, whether Liu Bing was intentional or unintentional, were now lying or sitting by the fire to serve the pot. If Zhang Qingshan had not come to see it, he might not have seen such a scene, at least he would not have seen it for the time being.

Seeing Zhang Qingshan frowning, Liu Bing's expression finally became a little embarrassed. However, his pride decided that he would not let Zhang Qingshan speak first, but he would not refuse to admit such a scene. So, he pulled down Zhang Qingshan's sleeve and whispered: "Old Zhang, let's go over there and talk for a while."

Zhang Qingshan frowned and glared at his eyes. Liu Bing blushed and lowered his head with a blushing face. Zhang Qingshan finally endured it, nodded, turned around and took out most of the cigarette from his body. The wounded and the wounded were holding a cigarette, and took a burning firewood to help them ignite Zhang Qingshan felt that he had to do this, because these soldiers were respectable warriors. To put it bluntly, he was a little disgusted with Liu Bing's behavior: Isn't it just that we are afraid that we will see your fragile y

Is it a face? I put the wounded last? What's the bullshit? Others don't know, do we comrades who participated in it personally know: how much hardships, how many sins have we suffered since we climbed the snow-capped mountains and crossed the grassland? Will you actually feel embarrassed to let others see these wounded people? Or are you afraid that we will not merge with you? You actually want to have a bad idea. Is it necessary? You underestimate me, Zhang Qingshan. If I, Zhang Qingshan, really have this idea.

, I fucking took Zhou Ping and Zhou Baoyu, the three of us took a detour and avoided all of you. Even if we walked for three or five months, we could walk out of this grassland with victory like traveling around the mountains and rivers. We still had to take the initiative to take over the fallen comrades and deliver them to the door to endure hardships? I just thought that everyone is a revolutionary comrade, and we should share weal and woe, not be content with enjoyment. If you really think that, then a revolution is just a big deal, it would be better to go home and farm. It seems that this Liu Bing is proud

It turned out to be arrogant. For this reason, he actually had bad ideas in this regard. It seems that even if his personal thoughts are fine, his personal quality is still a problem. Don’t he know that doing so will cause negative emotions to these wounded people, causing unnecessary trouble and sacrifice? Then, from the small to the big, who will fight with you in the future? When anyone fights with you, if he doesn’t think about being injured, wouldn’t he be ruthlessly abandoned by you? In that case, the cornerstone of the army will not be messed up.

If someone else came, he might be able to bear it, but Zhang Qingshan's hot temper has changed a lot now. If he had changed to the past, he might have turned against each other immediately, but now, he has suppressed the anger in his heart.

After tribute to each of the wounded, he turned his head and stared at Liu Bing. Seeing Liu Bing lowering his head to smoke, Zhang Qingshan stood up and turned around and shouted: "Zhou Baoyu, come here!"

Zhou Baoyu was holding a spoon and scooped a scoop of lard from the jar filled with lard that Zhou Ping was holding. When he heard Zhang Qingshan's shouting, he felt a little angry in his tone. Zhou Baoyu naturally knew that Zhang Qingshan must be angry at this time and dared not delay. He responded, "Come" and put the lard and spoon into the big pot, and ran towards Zhang Qingshan quickly. Zhou Ping behind him looked at Zhang Qingshan with dissatisfaction, curled his lips, but said nothing. But Zhang Qingshan looked at this eye carefully and clearly felt the meaning of Zhou Ping's eye: For the first time, you should pay attention to the influence, especially unity, at least restrain your temperament, don't let people say that you are so proud that you can criticize others with some supplies.

Fortunately, Zhang Qingshan was not the naughty green man he had at the time. He had already restrained his anger and felt the meaning of Zhou Ping's eyes again. With the comrades around him looking at him in surprise, Zhang Qingshan's anger became less angry.

When Zhou Baoyu arrived, his tone became very calm.

"Pack to me the cigarette, and then, you go and find Qin Fang and show these wounded and sick people. Yi must do his best to take good care of these comrades." Speaking of this, Zhang Qingshan looked at the wounded and sick people around him, sighed, and whispered: "You can't let the comrades bleed and cry."

"yes!"

Zhou Baoyu didn't dare to say anything else, so he quickly handed the cigarette over, answered and turned around and ran away.

Zhang Qingshan then walked to Liu Bing, and his tone was still calm: "Old Liu, go, find a place where no one is talking."

Liu Bing nodded slightly and followed Zhang Qingshan.

The world is vast and boundless, and it is easiest to find a place where no one is found.

Soon, the two of them found a place with lush water and grass more than 20 meters away from the soldiers and sat on the ground.

Zhang Qingshan took out a cigarette and a lighter, put it between the two of them, and began to talk about his experience on the road. Although he had said it briefly and roughly, Liu Bing was still stunned. His eyes looked like he looked at a god. He admired him very much, and admired Zhang Qingshan's luck for such a good thing. Indeed, there were probably not many lucky people like Zhang Qingshan in the entire Red Army.

After saying that, Zhang Qingshan ignored Liu Bing's reaction, threw the cigarette butt, grabbed the cigarette box and lighter, took out a cigarette, lit it, took a deep breath, looked at Liu Bing, and asked in another way: "Old Liu, it's time for you to talk about the process."

Liu Bing came to his senses, picked up the cigarette box, lit the root, and slowly said.

However, this guy is really smart. Given Zhang Qingshan’s response just now, he naturally knows what to focus on.
Chapter completed!