Chapter 30 Encountering a new group of people by chance
Wang Chengzhu sat in the reception office of the Military Affairs Department, searching for the original owner's memories of the brigade. After a long time, he found that this body had only been to the brigade three times, and all three times were at the Military Supplies Department. Once he received it from the regimental commander.
Cotton-padded clothes for the winter, and the other two were to deliver guns, ammunition, supplies, etc. to the brigade headquarters.
After much deliberation, I still can’t figure out why I have to wait by myself. It is indeed not qualified to send a telegram or call to inform the New First Regiment. But send a correspondent who knows the current location of the New First Regiment to inform the leader, or directly take him Wang Chengzhu back to the army.
Is it so troublesome to cancel sick leave?
Seeing that it was time for lunch, Wang Chengzhu decided not to do this brain-burning task. His stomach already felt "hungry" when it just reached eleven o'clock. From the time he set off from the field hospital in the morning to now, Wang Chengzhu has been
I haven’t had any water or rice for many hours, and my eyebrows are already tingling, and there are signs of hypoglycemia flashing in front of my eyes.
Just when Wang Chengzhu was about to reveal a few MP restoration items from the system to relieve his hunger, the wooden door that was left ajar was pushed open from the outside. Two soldiers in blue and gray military uniforms walked in one after another.
, the person in the back exposed most of his body from the right, and introduced to Wang Chengzhu that the person in front was the director of the Military Affairs Department.
The Director of the Military Affairs Department exchanged pleasantries with Wang Chengzhu and said that they would go to the canteen for lunch together. Wang Chengzhu, who was so hungry that he was dizzy, naturally agreed. The three of them left the courtyard of the Military Affairs Department, and the officer on duty took the lead and walked straight to the canteen of the brigade headquarters.<
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Hundreds of people at the brigade headquarters eat together in one canteen, which is a disaster for incremental management. The four cooking classes provide three meals and hot water services to the command organization, political organization, logistics organization and equipment organization. The Military Affairs Office, as a subordinate unit of the headquarters,
Arranged to eat in the canteen of the headquarters.
Two military cadres took Wang Chengzhu to the yard of the commander's canteen and lined up to receive meals.
The agency canteen implements a meal-sharing system. The cooking squad leader and the kitchen helpers share the meals in the kitchen. The staple food and side dishes are put in an eight-inch bowl and placed one by one in the steamer with the basket cloth removed.
Place on a basin of boiling water to keep warm.
Before starting to receive the meal, the cooks carried out the baskets and put them on the meal table, and one assistant cook handed out bowls of food. The cooking sinks and serving basins were also placed on the meal table, and the other assistant cook brought his own
The warriors of the lunch box serve rice and scoop vegetables.
The cooks were constantly carrying the washed dishes and chopsticks and stacking them on the dining table for easy access. Not long after the meals began to be distributed, the chief chef brought out the soup bucket and placed it on the ground for the soldiers to serve themselves.<
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Watching the cooking team and government cadres in front of them serving and receiving meals in an orderly manner, the cooking team leader was holding a pack of bamboo chopsticks and distributing bamboo chopsticks beside the team. Wang Chengzhu, who was standing behind the team, could not help but sigh when he smelled the aroma of rice.
In the 1920s, there were three meals a day. Meat, eggs, poultry, and milk were not rare. Rice, noodles, oil, and salt were not a worry, and snacks were free. In the year of 1940, Wang Chengzhu had not eaten polished rice and white noodles in the past seven days. p>
One type of Erhe noodles is white flour, which is considered a fine grain. Wang Chengzhu did have a meal of Erhe noodles. However, eighty years later, this food mixed with corn flour was regarded as a fancy coarse grain.
It is no exaggeration to say that finely ground corn flour is much more expensive than powdered Fuqiang flour. Customers will criticize the corn flour cakes in steamed bun shops if they do not leave residue.
Holding bamboo chopsticks and lining up in front of the dining table, Wang Chengzhu looked at the four taels of white rice, yellow millet, two rice and another third of vegetables and meat in the bowl. His throat moved and he swallowed the fluid in his mouth.
I have eaten a lot of seasonal vegetables in the hospital cafeteria, such as dandelions, amaranth, bitter chrysanthemum and purslane, etc. Before Wang Chengzhu traveled through the country, these were all expensive wild vegetables in restaurants. The premise of being delicious is that they are supported by oil and salt condiments.
The years of war and chaos were not enough to oil the stomach.
The canteen of the brigade headquarters served cold blanched spinach and three bean sprouts in vinegar for lunch, and each person’s rice bowl also had a braised pork slice as long as the middle finger and as wide as the index finger.
The assistant cook brought out a bowl and handed it to Wang Chengzhu, who took it and took a deep breath. It smelled so good. I haven't eaten such a sumptuous meal in a week.
When the cook saw Wang Chengzhu standing motionless in front of the dining table, holding the rice bowl, he couldn't help but become anxious. He couldn't let a soldier affect the speed of lunch distribution, and stretched out his hands to take back the rice bowl Wang Chengzhu was holding.
At this time, when Wang Chengzhu came with him, the director of the military affairs department who had already received the meal called out: "Comrade, don't be in a daze, come here to eat together."
The cook looked at the person in front of him who was holding a bowl and not eating. He said to himself, don't be dazed here with a rice bowl, and quickly made room for the comrade behind to receive the meal. Hearing someone talking next to him, he realized that the two people might be together.
Subconsciously, I turned my head and glanced at the speaker.
After this glance, he retracted his outstretched hand. This was probably a cadre in charge. The officers and soldiers in blue-gray military uniforms with "18GA" stitched on their left arms were eating from the same pot. It was almost impossible to tell at a glance.
Who are the cadres and who are the soldiers?
The assistant cook who had worked in the agency canteen for several years carefully noticed that this man behaved strangely. Ordinary cadres and soldiers who used to come and go did not have the habit of talking in the canteen. After eating, they washed the dishes and left. p>
It is rare to see cadres with guards serving meals and help cooks. This familiar person often dines in this cafeteria. He is probably a middle-level cadre of the command organization. The small matter of a soldier receiving meals is so embarrassing that he can't help himself.
, just give it a try.
The kitchen warrior pulled out a bowl of food with his hands hanging down, as if he was passing the bowl to the warrior behind him. He stretched out his left hand, motioning to Wang Chengzhu in front of him to make way for his rice bowl, and left from the empty space.
Wang Chengzhu, who was in a trance, was awakened by the call from the Director of Military Affairs, and his attention was withdrawn from the rice bowl in his hand. With an awkward smile, he walked with the Director of Military Affairs to the unoccupied table and bench with the food in hand, and prepared to sit down and eat.
Perhaps feeling the influence of the dining atmosphere in the cafeteria, within ten minutes, Wang Chengzhu chewed and swallowed the bowl of food he brought to the dining table, stood up and formed a queue of three or five people in front of the soup bucket.
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Each person scooped a ladle of soup into a bamboo hat bowl, handed the handle of the spoon to the comrade behind him, then picked up half a bowl of soup and walked out of the hall. Wang Chengzhu filled the soup and followed him out. It turned out that these people walked to the courtyard carrying vegetable soup.
The soldiers inside were giving up their seats to the comrades who were queuing up to receive meals. By the way, they were sipping warm vegetable soup and queuing up at the sink.
Wang Chengzhu walked back to the canteen courtyard carrying the washed rice bowl and bamboo chopsticks. Perhaps because there were many people dining, there were many square tables and benches in the courtyard. He imitated the soldiers in front of him and held the bowls and chopsticks in his hands.
Place them in bamboo baskets and chopstick baskets to control water.
While standing in the yard waiting for the two men from the Military Affairs Office, Wang Chengzhu was tapped on the shoulder. When he turned around, he heard only one voice: "Zhuzi, why didn't you ask the regiment to take you back after you were discharged?"
Wang Chengzhu showed a puzzled expression, and quickly searched his memory for the original owner's impression of the person in front of him. After being stunned for two or three seconds, Wang Chengzhu put a smile on his face: "Who do I think he is, patting the shoulder from behind without any hesitation.
This is also at the brigade headquarters. If we leave it outside, one of us must lie on the ground." Wang Chengzhu thought for a long time and couldn't remember the names of the people in front of him. "I recovered and was discharged from the hospital today. The wounded were sent to the hospital by the brigade headquarters.
Comrade brought it back. I just registered the information with the Military Affairs Office and asked them to tell the regiment about my return to the army."
The shoulder strike soldier said to Wang Chengzhu: "Squad leader Wang, I know your story. After I go to the munitions office to get supplies, I will go to the military affairs office to find you and return to the army together. In this way, the provincial brigade headquarters will send someone to lead the way." "Thank you so much. I came at an unlucky time, and I happened to be brought to have lunch by a comrade from the Military Affairs Office." Wang Chengzhu continued the conversation in the spirit of not being embarrassed, and leaving the embarrassment to others.
The shoulder-striking soldier could only see the look of someone he admired, and further revealed his identity to Wang Chengzhu: "That's thanks to the lunch break, otherwise in such a big brigade headquarters, there might be more people who hit the wrong shoulder. I took it with me
Your artillery squad and two squads from the 3rd Company of the 1st Battalion are here to collect some mortar shells and Rubin ammunition."
Wang Chengzhu looked understanding, patted the soldier's upper arms on both sides, and said he would wait for him at the Military Affairs Office to pick him up.
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Note 1: The Rubin cartridge is the 7.92mm bullet used in the 1888 Committee rifle. The barrel rifling is copied from the Lebel rifle, and the barrel jacket has a full-length rifle designed by Armand Mieg.
Tube sleeve. When copied in China, it is called old sleeve or Hanyang rifle.