Farming Games are All About Grinding

"At that moment, a group of kind-hearted ladies came pushing small carts towards us. On the carts were scallion pancakes and water. As they handed them to us, they specifically told us to eat slowly and assured us there was more if we needed it."

"Back then, we all turned to look at our squad leader. Not until the squad leader reminded us to remember how much we ate—because we had to repay this kindness—did we start eating. As we ate, it was literally one bite of pancake and one tear shed. In those days, food was life itself!"

"When we first started eating the pancakes, none of us knew how to eat them. Most of us in the New Fourth Army were from the south and had never seen this kind of food before. We could only tear the pancakes into tiny pieces, taking a bite of scallion with a piece of pancake. That's when we really felt alive again."

Han Qiwu's mood grew somewhat heavy. "And then what happened?"

Chen Dashan seemed to recall something amusing. Leaning back in his wicker chair, his gaze drifted into the distance.

"Two days later, Erwa came up with a little rhyme: 'Counterattack, counterattack, march on to Shandong. Eating pancakes, wrapping scallions, so tired my teeth ache, my stomach feels hollow!' The moment the squad leader heard that, he dragged Erwa off to help the villagers clean cesspits."

"But Erwa did make a contribution. After the rhyme reached Commander Chen, he specially sent someone to learn the correct method to eat. They folded a piece of paper to use as an example and taught the squad leaders one by one. Then they came up with a new rhyme: 'Hold the pancake, wrap the scallion. Open wide, push it in. Bite down, release your hand. Finish one in just a few minutes!' It was only then that we truly overcame the pancake challenge."

After finishing his story, Chen Dashan glanced at the pancakes on the table, his eyes gradually turning red. "If only the squad leader could taste these refined pancakes. And Erwa—when he left us, he was about the same age as you."

Han Qiwu's heart grew heavier.

There's no such thing as peace and tranquility; it's just that someone else is bearing the burden for you.

[Task: 'Yimeng Spirit' has been completed]