In the evening, an oil lamp was lit in the house.

"What did that white-faced scholar do today?"

Li Yunlong sat cross-legged on the kang, drinking wine, and asked with a squinted eye.

"Captain, Wang Desheng didn't know why he convinced him. I heard that they scraped some soil from the toilet pigpens, and brought some soldiers to set up pots in the company yard to cook things."

Zhang Dabiao was actually curious, but he asked Wang Desheng and was disappointed. Someone was cautious and asked to keep it secret. Wang Desheng was afraid that he would make him angry again, so he gave up.

Therefore, Zhang Dabiao could only ask Lu Wenyuan and other cadres of the Third Company to inquire about some information from the side.

Li Yunlong's brows frowned into the character Sichuan, and he was obviously not satisfied. But if you think about it carefully, there was actually nothing to pay attention to.

I really believed in the evil spirit of the white-faced scholar, thinking that I could make something useful.

But what can Niba do to make pottery?

Fighting a mud war?

It can still be eaten as a meal.

"Well, it's nothing to eat for a few days. Wang Desheng has something to do, so he can save me from being bothered."

Li Yunlong was too open-minded and no longer paid attention to this matter. He had more important things.

"Da Biao, have our intelligence officers come back? The Japanese have not been moved these days, but I always feel restless and my eyes twitch.

I wondered if the Japanese were planning a big attack."

Zhang Dabiao nodded with consent: "Captain, I think so too. During the autumn harvest, the Japanese came to the countryside to grab grain. We were ambushed several times and dared not come out.

But the Japanese are not the ones who suffer losses, and they must be thinking about how to take revenge. The intelligence officers before also thought it was a bit wrong, but they didn't find out what was wrong. We can only ask the intelligence officers in the inside to find out."

The Japanese only believe that the Japanese are the Japanese. The Eighth Route Army develops the inside line, mostly puppet troops or some people in the puppet government, and it is difficult to get in touch with core secrets. It is objectively difficult to do intelligence work.

This is something that no one can do.

Li Yunlong could only instruct Zhang Dabiao to inform the county government to implement the work of digging holes and storing grain in the base area as soon as possible and prepare for counter-sweeping.

"The intelligence officer comes back and tell me immediately when there is any news." Li Yunlong repeatedly reminded him.

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The next day.

The yard of the company became very lively in the morning. The instructor got up early to light the stove, and a large iron pot was installed on the fire to boil the salt.

Boiling this thing is not cooking, it has no fragrance, but it has a strange smell.

Many soldiers were watching the fun after getting up, and some were muttering in a low voice.

"It was all done by that white-faced scholar, and I don't know why the instructor believed his evil spirit."

"Can you make gold by slaughtering the soil? I think it was the white-faced scholar who used the evil magic and coaxed the instructor."

Chen Li was particularly concerned about spreading such remarks. He whispered a few words to the soldier and muttered to the veteran.

He himself didn't know why he did this, maybe he thought that this white-faced scholar was not like a good person.

Wang Desheng stared at the pot for a long time and found that it was very slow.

When he looked up and found that the soldiers in the even watched the fun and didn't even fuck him, he immediately became unhappy: "Are you all idle? Don't train anymore!"

The soldiers looked at each other, and no one dared to say anything. The instructor who was not angry often started to get angry was more scared than the company commander who was often angry and scolded.

Lu Wenyuan, who was watching the fun in the room, walked out: "Get together, we all went to the entrance of the village to conduct thorn training for me."

Like the amnesty soldiers, they ran to the courtyard and gathered in a queue.

"Old Wang, you're busy, go and train them. The young man is energetic and needs to vent their anger."

Lu Wenyuan has something to say.

I also think he was bewitched, do you mess around?

If it hadn't been for Yuan Chenming's confidentiality, Wang Desheng would have to tell them.

However, I believe that when they get the things done, they will definitely surprise these people who watch the fun.

At that time, some will be seen.

By the way, where has Yuan Chenming been gone? Haven’t you gotten up yet?

"Xiao Yuan, Xiao Yuan, have you gotten up?"

Wang Desheng saw Yuan Chenming who was writing at his desk, and quickly took his steps lighter, for fear of disturbing him.

The morning sun shone in and shone on his cheeks.

I have to say that Yuan Chenming has a good face and a sense of literary popularity. Especially when writing at a desk, not to mention women, men will like them.

If you don't like it, it's jealousy.

After a long time, finally finished writing. Yuan Chenming stood up and stretched his body. He was surprised to find someone beside him: "Well, instructor, when did you come?"

"I just came here and saw that you were writing something, so I didn't disturb you. I probably had to use it for a whole morning to dry the water in the pot. It was a water grinding skill. I wonder if other ingredients should be prepared?"

"Instructor, we thought of going together."

Yuan Chenming felt like he had met a confidant, and this was the thing he was busy with this morning.

There are two materials required to configure gunpowder, and three important parts are required to manufacture finished products. If you do it one by one, seven days will not be enough.

If the construction can be started simultaneously, there is no need to worry about the problem of less time.

After hearing Yuan Chenming's thoughts, Wang Desheng was also considering: "Charcoal is easy to make, whether it is to buy it from fellow villagers or to burn it ourselves."

Sulfur is a bit troublesome, and looking for sulfur ore is not something you can find in a short while.”

"That's right, although sulfur is easier to refine, it's a cook without raw ore. However, I remember that sulfur is also a Chinese medicine, and you can definitely buy it in a pharmacy. Tracing the source, you may also find sulfur ore."

Wang Desheng sounded a little new, he had never heard of sulfur as medicine.

In fact, sulfur is really a medicine. Oral administration has the effect of replenishing fire and helping yang and laxative, and external administration has the effect of detoxifying, killing insects and treating sores.

Isn’t adding some sulfur to the soap a sulfur soap?

The sulphur smell is quite strong, and the aroma of soap will be covered up, so there will be no aroma, it is only called sulfur soap.

Wang Desheng called the warrior and arranged the two tasks. He also called a warrior to stare at the pot and collect crystallized salt.

The two of them went to complete a more important task - solving the problem of finished accessories.

Zhaojiazhuang is a large village with more than 200 families and more than 700 people. It is considered large in this area of ​​ten miles.

There are blacksmiths and carpenters in the village. The common pots, kitchen knives, hoes and other tools of the villagers, as well as tables and cabinets at home, can be built in the village.

After the Eighth Route Army arrived, the blacksmith Zhao Laosan became even busier.

Heavy bayonets and repairs the big knife, so busy that he couldn't find the floor. The two newly hired apprentices were just chores and couldn't help much, so he was all for the blacksmith shop.

Knowing that the Eighth Route Army repaired weapons to kill the Japanese, he was not going to charge money, but he just asked the warriors holding the new weapons to kill two more Japanese.

Then he is worth it.

However, the Eighth Route Army has discipline and is not allowed to take every needle and thread from the masses, let alone such a thing.

At that time, Wang Desheng and Zhao Laosan were in contact. He also took a lot of verbal care to make Zhao Laosan agree to accept some capital.

When Zhao Laosan, who was busy, heard that Instructor Wang was coming, he handed the stove to the apprentice and happily greeted him.

"Instructor Wang, you haven't been here for a long time."
Chapter completed!