Zhang Junping got into the car driven by Wang Yuan, and a group of fifteen Liberation Trucks drove away from the Zhaozhuang Brigade.
As soon as Zhang Junping and his convoy left, someone eagerly opened the courtyard gate.
I went in and walked around, and walked out with an annoyed look on my face.
It turned out that there was wine in it. I wish I had known earlier.
There are so many pork, beef and mutton.
Unfortunately, it is now empty, not even a hair is left.
Zhang Junping naturally didn't know what happened after they left.
I don’t care if I know it, this yard is just a one-time use.
Once the things are taken away, they will not be used again, even if he has paid three months' rent.
The speed of the convoy was not very fast, and the average speed along the way was only over 30 per hour.
There is no way, the roads in this era are just like this.
On provincial roads and national roads, the damage is okay, but some bottom lanes don’t dare to run at all.
If we really start running, we won't have much wine left when we get to Suifenhe.
Zhang Junping was not in a hurry and chatted with Wang Yuan all the way.
Wang Yuan is also a retired automobile soldier from the army and was assigned to the Syracuse Materials Bureau.
Everyone was born in the military, so naturally they had a common language, and they chatted about their past experiences in the army, which was very exciting.
Not boring at all.
When passing a commune, Zhang Junping said to Wang Yuan: "Brother Wang, it's already eleven o'clock, let's stop here for something to eat.
Going forward, I don’t know how long it will take to get to the next commune.”
The two of them chatted very enthusiastically all the way. Zhang Junping no longer called Wang Yuan Captain Wang, but directly called each other Brother Wang and Brother Zhang.
"Okay! If you don't tell me, I have to tell you. It will probably be two or three o'clock in the afternoon when we get to the next commune." Wang Yuan said with a smile.
Wang Yuan and the others often drive cars and are very familiar with the area around Xuecheng.
Unlike Guan Nei in the Northeast, where there is a commune more than ten or twenty kilometers away, here there may be only one commune dozens of kilometers away, or even hundreds of kilometers away.
When we get to Inner Mongolia, Tibet, and XJ, it’s even more desolate. It’s normal to see no human habitation for hundreds of miles.
Zhang Junping was naturally not stingy when it came to entertaining the driver and ordered all the dishes in the restaurant.
In later generations, the saying of pretentiousness is to speculate.
Zhang Junping directly speculated on the two blackboards.
In this era, menus were written on blackboards, and whatever ingredients you bought would be written on the dishes.
Zhang Junping directly asked the waiter to fry two portions of the dishes on the blackboard.
Chicken stewed with mushrooms, sauerkraut and pork stewed with vermicelli are definitely not missing.
"Brother Zhang, there are too many, I can't eat them!" Wang Yuan kept trying to dissuade him from the side.
"Not much, there are more than 20 of us gentlemen, how can we get this order?" As soon as Zhang Junping finished speaking, the waiter over there became unhappy.
"Comrade, you can only order so much. You have used up all the dishes we prepared today. What will you do if someone else comes?" The waitress righteously refused to give Zhang Junping two blackboards.
"You little comrade, you must be responsible for what you say.
We didn’t ask for more. Twenty-six people were eating, and we asked for two dishes in total. How could you not cook them for us?
We all serve the construction of socialism, do you want us to go to work hungry?" Zhang Jun scolded with a straight face.
"Why am I irresponsible? What happened to the twenty-six of you?
Order three portions of chicken stewed with mushrooms, three portions of pickled cabbage and pork stewed with vermicelli, and a pot of radish pimple soup. Ten pounds of rice are not enough for you?" The waitress was not afraid of Zhang Junping at all, and rushed to Zhang Junping with her hands on her hips.
howled.
"Little comrade, they are all master drivers. It is very hard to drive long distances. How can we do it with just two dishes?"
The only way is to let them eat well so that they can have more energy to drive." Seeing that what he said just now did not calm the waitress, Zhang Junping touched his nose and slowly reasoned with her.
"Then add a piece of braised carp and a piece of fried meat with fungus. Isn't this enough for you?" The waitress was reasonable and added two more dishes to Zhang Junping and the others.
"Um, can the radish pimple soup be replaced with Feilong soup?
I see you have Feilong soup above."
"Okay!" The waitress looked at Zhang Junping and nodded.
"that……"
"What else do you want to do?" the waitress asked impatiently.
"Bring us thirteen bottles of Mudanjiang. Besides, ten kilograms of rice is probably not enough to eat. Give us thirteen kilograms."
"Wait!" the waitress rolled her eyes at Zhang Junping.
He took out thirteen bottles of Mudanjiang and put it on the counter, "Pay the money!"
Zhang Junping quickly took out his food stamps and money to settle the bill.
Seeing that Zhang Junping was holding national food stamps, the waitress's expression became better and she said, "Just wait, I'll call you when the food is ready."
Zhang Junping was speechless. He wanted to order a few more dishes, but he was not allowed to do so.
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But that’s how it is in this era.
It was because Zhang Junping was dressed like a leading cadre that he ordered four dishes and one soup.
If everyone were dressed like Hu Zhenchuan and others, they would be kicked out again.
"Brother Wang, brothers, we have to drive in the afternoon, so I won't let you drink more. Each of you will drink half a pound to relieve your fatigue." Returning to the dining table, Zhang Junping said to everyone with a smile.
Drivers must be taken care of well, especially drivers who are of such a helpful nature, they must be taken care of well.
Otherwise, when he encounters a pit and it’s time to apply the brakes, if he applies the accelerator a little, there will be no place for Zhang Junping to cry.
The car he was helping was smashed into pieces by the wine, but Zhang Junping really didn’t understand why.
After eating and taking a short rest, everyone continued on the road.
"Everyone, please be careful when driving! The road behind is difficult, so slow down and don't break the wine.
Brother Zhang is very nice to everyone, but we Northeastern gentlemen cannot do errands." Before setting off, Wang Yuan warned all the drivers.
"Don't worry, Captain Wang! We are not allowed to do errands!"
"Don't worry, Captain Wang, I promise to be more careful than trying to bring goods to my own home."
The driver masters expressed their opinions one after another.
"I would like to thank all the chefs in advance. Today's lunch was a little simpler. When we arrived at Suifenhe, everyone was allowed to eat the pork, beef and mutton on the bus, and drink the wine." Zhang Junping also said to everyone, clasping his fists.
Be very careful along the way, especially where the road is difficult to walk, which is less than ten kilometers.
This journey was not peaceful. I encountered roadblocks several times. A tree crossed the road or a few stones were thrown. I thought about paying.
Or just grab it openly.
However, Zhang Junping and the others were in a convoy, and when they got out of the car to check, they all had guns with them.
Especially Wang Yuan and the others were very familiar with this routine. They got out of the car and fired warning shots into the sky.
Therefore, when the trees and rocks were removed, those people did not come out.
We still found a commune to have dinner in the evening, and at Wang Yuan's suggestion, everyone continued walking.
Drive to the place in one breath and then rest.
Because Zhang Junping is a good person, everyone has no objection.
Finally, at midnight, we arrived at the trading place designated by Zhang Junping on the bank of Suifen River.
This is a wilderness, so we can still hear the roars of wild animals.
"Lao Hu, please do some hard work and bring someone back to get some firewood. Let's eat roasted whole lamb in the evening." Zhang Junping told Hu Zhenchuan.
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"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road and meets familiar people, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There is no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they are indifferent to everything.
Regarding this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, it also has some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Slayer Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and eventually he is expected to become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possess the memory of the previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppression Division that are full of chills, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppression Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment just changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, causing him to frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Zhenmo Division.
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