Along the way, Lao Yuantou hummed an unknown tune and seemed to be in a particularly good mood.
Chen Changyuan noticed that the road they were walking on was becoming more and more remote, gradually moving away from the village, and finally they came to a heavily guarded place - the military compound!
Chen Changyuan was startled and subconsciously looked at Lao Yuantou, but saw that he was driving the carriage calmly, without any sign of nervousness.
The sentry standing guard at the door was a young man. When he saw the old man driving the carriage, he immediately stepped forward, saluted, and said in a kind tone:
"Old comrade, this is a military stronghold. No outsiders are allowed to enter."
The old man stopped the carriage with a smile, took out a box of wrinkled cigarettes from his pocket, handed one to the sentry, and said:
"Little comrade, I'm not an outsider. I'm here to do business with the militia comrades!"
The sentry was startled, took the cigarette with some doubt, and asked:
"Business? What business?"
The old man smiled mysteriously, lifted the cloth covering the meat on the carriage, revealing the fresh bear meat and venison underneath, and said:
"Look, this is freshly hunted game! The wild game from our mountains is something city dwellers can't even afford, even if they have the money! So, I thought I'd send some to our militia comrades who are defending our country!"
The sentry looked at the meat on the carriage, his eyes wide open, he swallowed and said, "This... this is not good..."
Lao Yuan put his arm around the sentry's shoulders and whispered a few words in his ear. The sentry's expression changed immediately, from hesitation at first to surprise, and finally to embarrassment.
“This…this…”
The sentry hesitated for a long time, but finally couldn't resist the temptation and said to the old Yuantou, "Old comrade, please wait a moment. I will go and inform him."
The old man smiled and patted the sentry on the shoulder, saying:
"Go ahead, there's no rush."
Watching the sentry trot in, the old man squinted his eyes and blew out a smoke ring, which floated in the air for a while before being blown away by the breeze.
"Xiaoyuan, let me tell you, these days, except for the three northeastern provinces, every other place is suffering from famine! So many people can't eat, and meat is even more limited. Sometimes, when the military district's consumption is high, they will buy some meat from the people. The grasslands and the three northeastern provinces are major meat-producing areas. The grasslands mainly produce things like yellow sheep, while here we have wild game."
Chen Changyuan listened quietly. This information was all new to him.
In his previous life, although he also lived in this era, he had never been exposed to such grassroots information. He only knew that there was a shortage of supplies, but he had no idea that the specific situation was so serious.
The old man took another puff of his cigarette and continued:
"So, there's an unwritten rule: if a hunter kills meat, they can exchange it for a stipend from the military. This is a great opportunity!"
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