It was already seven o'clock in the evening when Zhang Hongcheng returned to the fifth company. Fortunately, Hao Aiguo had prepared a meal for him and put it on the stove.
While he was eating his hot meal, he let his roommates look through the snacks he had bought.
Nowadays, everyone still has a sense of limits.
People watch, but no one asks to eat.
Zhang Hongcheng didn't even open the snacks to treat the guests.
Interpersonal relationships have always been about equality.
It's okay to be generous yourself, but it's not nice to put others in a difficult position by repaying your favor.
Once this habit is formed, it can easily lead to a situation where one is more grateful than another and resentful towards the other.
The next day, Class 4's task was to cook.
The entire company’s daily meals are prepared by their fourth squad.
Jia Yumei and Bao Zhihui naturally became the core.
There was no other way. The only ways the other eight men could think of to cook the food were boiling and grilling.
The squad leader, Zeng Jianjun and Song Chunrong, three more careful male comrades, were responsible for cutting the vegetables.
The remaining five people were responsible for carrying loads to deliver lunch to the fields and to the squads.
A lot of red peppers were dried at the entrance of the company.
But people who cook on a daily basis rarely use it.
Su Beijing once asked the old educated youth out of curiosity.
The answer I got was: "If you don't eat chili peppers, you're not revolutionary! Even if you can't eat them, it's good to have them hanging!"
Jia Yumei is in charge of the multi-grain pancakes at the staple food stall, while the one in charge of wielding the huge spatula for the big pot dishes is the Sichuan girl Bao Zhihui.
She secretly asked Kou Shihong to go to the company commander's door and pick a large bunch of dried chilies.
The Sichuan girl thought that a big string was one foot long, while the Jiangxi cousin assessed the appetite of the entire company and thought that a big string should be half of the stock at the company commander's door.
Of course, Bao Zhihui couldn't use so much, he only used one third.
But just as she walked away to drink water, Kou Shihong came in and took a look at the big pot of cooked dishes.
Eh?
Bao Zhihui seems to have forgotten to add chili peppers!
......
Zhang Hongcheng remembered that at noon that day, many of his comrades cried after eating, tears streaming down their faces.
The place where he was responsible for delivering meals was a bit far away, more than three miles away from the bean field. It was a downstream alluvial plain, planted entirely with corn.
The green gauze is like a tent.
It’s a pity that the leaders’ faces were also blue.
The platoon leader stuck out his tongue, which was numb from the spicy food, and chased Zhang Hongcheng for two miles, cursing him.
On the way back, we passed by a bean field.
The soybeans were all harvested by the people organized by the company yesterday.
A pressure pump was installed on the spring. Some people said that the company commander was preparing to make drastic changes and open up another ten acres of bean fields.
There is no one in the bean field today.
Zhang Hongcheng prepared to go and see the condition of the spring.
But he heard a noise.
Eh?
There is something in the pit dug by Zeng Jianjun!
When their eyes met, the silly and cute eyes in the pit were full of curiosity, while the glowing eyes above the pit were flashing with "delicious".
Looking at the silly roe deer being dragged back reluctantly by Zhang Hongcheng, squad leader Hao Aiguo finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Having meat to eat in the evening should be considered making up for it!
The aroma of meat filled the air, making the old educated youth, who were originally full of anger, smile happily.
"It's nothing, it's nothing. If I don't eat chili peppers, I'm not a revolutionary!"
Zhang Hongcheng felt amused. An instructor is an instructor. Even though his mouth was red from the spiciness, he could still laugh.
He just looked at the roster in the cafeteria.
The next time their class cooks is on the fifth of next month, but he just searched for a long time and finally saw his class's name in October.
Company commander Lao Yan's face didn't look very good.
It's not because his peppers are missing half the amount.
He held the bowl and muttered to the instructor.
"One roe deer could be considered a coincidence, but two appeared in a row at the foot of the mountain. This is something wrong..."
Yu Pengnian's smiling expression did not change at all.
"It must be the wolves that are coming here, so the roe deer come down the mountain during this season."
"These endlessly horrible things, sooner or later I will wipe you all out!"
Yan Jinrong narrowed his eyes murderously.
"Old Yu, starting tomorrow, the newly arrived educated youth will begin shooting and first aid training. Their work arrangements should be put on hold for now. Don't wait until something happens before training, it will be too late."
Yu Pengnian nodded.
"We'll be on double duty tonight. The sheep and cattle pens in the second row need to be reinforced. Everyone else needs to take some time to practice with their guns again."
Captain Yan finished the rice and meat in the bowl in a few bites and wiped his mouth.
"I'll go to the branch headquarters tomorrow morning and report everything to the battalion. I hope the regimental headquarters can approve more training bullets."
He turned around and called his communicator.
"Little boy!"
"Company commander, I'm here." The little boy who was chewing roe deer meat trotted over.
"Go to the other side of the river early tomorrow morning and inform the leader of Chunyang Village..."
......
"Five Rings~!!"
Bao Zhihui hid in the pit and loudly counted the targets.
Zhang Hongcheng touched his nose a little embarrassedly.
I finally managed to travel through time, so why can’t I be both civil and military?
All the male students in the class practiced shooting for two days, and his result ranked third from the bottom.
I can only say that most of the time I don't miss the target.
Even worse than him are Ma Changjiang and Song Chunrong.
Ma Changjiang missed the target eight out of ten shots, Zhang Hongcheng missed it half and half, and Brother Song shot at targets all day yesterday, but the target paper was still as smooth as new.
Su Beijing, who lived next door to him, used ten bullets to make twelve holes in the target, seven of which were shot by Su Beijing himself...
On the third day, Song Chunrong finally breathed a sigh of relief. He became a professional target reporter.
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