There is a large open space in front of the canteen, with a huge tree that blocks out the sky on the side, and many stone benches under the tree.
Although the canteen was large, there were more people than seats. Unless it was the dead of winter, the soldiers would often gather under the trees to eat.
They are used to a fast pace, but that doesn't stop them from occasionally enjoying the leisure time between evening training and bedtime, joking around, chatting, and reconnecting with their deep comrades.
When Shishi arrived, groups of two or three had already gathered around. There weren't enough stone benches, so some stood and some squatted, quickly eating their food while chatting about the big news in the camp over the past two days.
Anything that can be called big news must cause quite a stir.
A rough-around-the-edges guy who only trains, living a life of routine between the training ground, canteen, and dormitory, basically oblivious to the world around him, he's now chatting away, with laughter occasionally breaking the silence.
"Have you heard? Deputy Regiment Commander Xie's courtyard has become a matchmaking agency. Your wife really knows how to have fun."
"Oh, what kind of trouble has the commander's daughter gotten into this time?"
"What nonsense are you talking about? Is that some kind of weird thing? He's clearly a benevolent person who's giving away meat."
"Hey kid, did you enjoy the meat you got from selling the deputy battalion commander?"
"What do you mean 'for sale'? Those are pig heads that our Pig Head Squad won with our own skills, Brother Peng, don't you think?"
"You're quite proud of yourself. Does our Deputy Battalion Commander Li know you're so happy about selling him out?"
"He knows, look, the guy who delivered the pig's head was staring at you as he walked, his face was red, and he looked like he was constipated."
A soft, sweet voice broke through the noisy commotion, and everyone was momentarily stunned.
One of the standing warriors quickly emptied his lunchbox, chewed and swallowed, his mouth moving faster than his brain. "Where is it? Where is it? Let me see what constipation looks like."
He turned his head and didn't see the constipated face, but he met more than one pair of eyes, and they were only a step away from him.
He suddenly stepped back, bumping into three comrades who were crouching behind him. He lost his balance and fell headfirst into their encirclement.
Startled by the sudden noise, the three of them lost their grip, and the lunchbox fell to the ground with a thud, spilling half of the food.
The three people: ...They're still not full.
One of them fixed his dark eyes on something, then reached out and grabbed the top portion of rice, saying it wasn't dirty and could be eaten.
Food is so precious; wasting food will bring down a horrible punishment.
After taking a few bites, seeing that the other two hadn't touched their food, he asked, "Aren't you going to eat? If not, I'll eat."
Seeing them shake their heads blankly, he moved again, ate a few bites, and then sighed while rubbing his stomach, "Sigh, I'm only half full. The rest is dirty and can only be fed to the pigs."
He's eaten grass roots covered in mud when he's hungry. If it weren't for the fish bones that everyone spat out on the ground earlier, he could have eaten a few more bites.
The two: ......
The fallen warrior: ......
The crowd, stunned by his actions, were speechless.
Shishi was stunned; she never imagined that her words would cause such a disaster.
She really didn't mean it; she was just telling them the truth. Li Pan, who was passing by, was staring at them with a constipated look on his face, gritting his teeth as he walked, looking fierce, as if he wanted to eat their flesh and drink their blood.
real.
The crowd in front of him was from the First Battalion of the First Regiment. Peng Guoxu tapped the head of the young soldier who was picking up food from the ground, then reluctantly picked up his own lunchbox and stood up.
He recognized the voice behind him; wasn't that the very same philanthropist who had betrayed their deputy battalion commander?
"Sister-in-law, what brings you here?"
Looking at the extra few kids, this group is even bigger than yesterday. Is my sister-in-law up to something again?
"Are you hungry?" Shishi asked, seemingly unrelated to the question.
The person who picked up the food from the ground was still only half full. He and the other person didn't pick up any food, so they must be even hungrier.
Do all of Dad's soldiers go hungry?
After thinking for a moment, before Peng Guoxu could answer, she asked again, "If the lunchbox hadn't fallen, and you ate all the rice, would you be full?"
Peng Guoxu couldn't understand why the question was asked. He glanced at the baby and three chickens clinging to the edge of the stroller, their expressions identically curious, and answered truthfully:
"I'm hungry. Even after eating everything, I'm not very full. I'd say I'm about 60-70% full."
As a company commander, his allowance was more than enough to live on, but he was reluctant to waste it. In addition to sending money home to support his parents, he would occasionally help the underlings who were in trouble.
A soldier's monthly allowance of 6 yuan is enough for one person to eat, but who can guarantee that they won't get sick? And some soldiers' families are in dire straits.
Take the guy who scavenges food for a living, for example. He has to send half of it home every month because of his heavy training load and he often needs to drink water to stave off hunger.
Given the circumstances, with a large population and limited food rations, there's nothing anyone can do.
Of course, he wasn't a great philanthropist; he only helped those who were truly in dire need and deserved help, and not many—he only gave away a few dollars a month.
He knew this guy was secretly keeping accounts, and that was his business; he never intended for him to pay it back.
Shishi gave him a deep look, then glanced at the others, and then at the cafeteria bustling with people coming and going in the distance. She made up her mind.
Food is precious, so we won't let them spit out their food.
Their gaze fell on the flattest rock under a big tree, and the people sitting on it immediately jumped up as if their pants were on fire.
After whispering something in her ear to her friends, Shishi stood up without hesitation and raised her little megaphone.
"Come on, come on, don't miss out! Let's play a fun game. Don't rush to run, there are many benefits to winning, such as meat to eat."
Upon hearing that there was meat to eat, the fleeing people stopped in their tracks.
The young soldier who was collecting food had the surname Ouyang. He bravely stepped forward and asked, "Sister-in-law, what kind of game is it?"
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