Chapter 39 Theory Lesson
Xie Yun sat down and started flipping through the book without waiting for the teacher to start lecturing.
The Militia Military Training Manual actually contains a lot of professional content, such as shock waves, light radiation, atoms, atomic energy, electrons, protons, neutrons...
But the amazing thing is that even if you don't have any knowledge of physics, you can still understand this book.
You don't need to understand atoms, electrons, protons, and neutrons, nor do you need to understand shock waves and light radiation; they're just background information. This book focuses on explaining the hazards of an atomic weapon explosion and how to protect yourself. The subsequent content is very practical and specific, making it easy to understand and master.
They are all hard and solid stuff.
It can be said to appeal to both the elite and the masses.
Theoretical and practical levels coexist.
The Militia Military Training Manual is a masterpiece, and that's not just hype. Its presentation is truly worth learning and emulating. This is what a practical reference book should be.
She asked Zhao Hongxia: "Can we take this book away?"
"Where are you taking it?"
"Take it home."
"No! You can take it back to the dormitory to read, but you have to keep it when the training is over. You'll need it for next year's training. The Armed Forces only have so many of them, and they're used over and over again."
Xie Yun: “…”
She had no choice but to copy it and take it home to show Xie Shen and Zhang Ruifeng.
After everyone arrived, the instructor stood in front and introduced himself. He was from the county armed forces department and was an active-duty soldier. The commune armed forces chief who had come with them earlier was not a real soldier.
The county armed forces department is an active-duty unit at the regimental level, while the people's armed forces department set up in the commune is a "full-time people's armed forces department" that belongs to a government department, not an active-duty military unit.
Next, the instructor first introduced the daily schedule and training arrangements during the training period, and then began to explain the contents of the "Militia Military Training Manual."
Xie Yun listened and copied the book, memorizing the content as she went along. She had never read this book in her previous life. She had read "Friends of Military and Civilian Dual-Use Talents", but that book had not yet been published.
Such theoretical classes must be taken every night during the training period. They are both theoretical and cultural classes.
The cultural level of the militiamen participating in the training is generally not high, and most of them have not even graduated from elementary school. Xie Yun, who is only in the first year of high school, can already represent the highest level.
But everyone is very studious and listens very carefully. They also really care about the country's development and are worried that we will be bullied internationally.
In one afternoon, Xie Yun copied half of it.
Because not only do you have to write, you also have to draw, which is quite troublesome.
But it won’t work without pictures, as it lacks some intuitive persuasiveness.
Fortunately, Xie Yun has practiced sketching well.
During the break, the instructor took everyone to familiarize themselves with the future training location and also watched the training of regular troops.
The cafeteria in the evening was much more orderly than at noon. Perhaps it was because after a whole afternoon of adaptation, everyone had almost become organized and disciplined.
It was dark and dim lights were on in the cafeteria.
Electricity has been connected to the county and the troops are using electricity.
Dinner consisted of cornmeal porridge, mixed-wheat buns, and stewed Chinese cabbage, all dripping with oil. Mixed in with it were a few thin slices of pork belly, sliced so thinly that you wouldn't be able to tell without a keen eye. If the Chinese cabbage had been replaced with sauerkraut, it would have been sauerkraut with pork.
This kind of food is a table for several people, with a basket of steamed buns, a large pot of vegetables, and a bowl of cornmeal porridge per person.
Everyone was eating like crazy. Normally they were good comrades and sisters, but at the dinner table they were all competitors.
Xie Yun was quick-eyed and quick-handed. He quickly picked up three slices of pork belly with his chopsticks and put them into the porridge bowl, and then started to eat the steamed buns and vegetables. As for the things in the porridge bowl, they would be eaten with the porridge later.
The others were no less eager, some shoveling food into their bowls, others stuffing steamed buns into their mouths, first with the staple food as a base, then filling in the porridge and vegetables. To get a few more mouthfuls, everyone was using their own unique skills.
Everyone was silent and ate first as a sign of respect.
The cafeteria was very quiet, with only the sounds of chewing, slurping of porridge and chopsticks accidentally hitting bowls.
Although the table manners of later generations tell us that "don't smack your lips while eating and try not to make any noise" is part of personal cultivation, in fact, nowadays, people don't care about these things at all, and even think that the louder the chewing sound, the better.
That's how much everyone cherishes food. Because the food is so precious, it tastes so good when eaten that the sound of eating is simply involuntary.
When everyone was full and starting to feel slightly fuller, the cafeteria became lively. Everyone finally started to talk.
Xie Yun drank a bowl of porridge, ate two big steamed buns, and grabbed a lot of dishes. His stomach was almost bloated and he didn't want to move at all.
She never ate so much at home. At night, she'd have a bowl of salty soup and a small piece of dry food at most. She'd sneak in a snack every night, a glass of milk and a few nutritional supplements, after all, eating too much before bed wasn't good. She was quite health-conscious.
But now that she was enjoying the free dinner, she had thrown health preservation to the wind.
What's the point of keeping healthy? Free food is not as good as it seems!
Besides, everyone is grabbing it, so if she doesn’t eat it, she will be at a great loss!
Xu Laowu was even more exaggerated than her. In order to make up for the regret of having eaten two less buns at noon, this guy ate four steamed buns in one go!
They say you resemble what you eat. Now when Xie Yun looks at her, she looks like a steamed bun.
Yan Yuying smiled and said, "After we return from the training camp, we will all be sad for a few days."
Xu Wumei asked: "Why?"
Xie Yun continued, "Why else? I've stretched my stomach here, and when I get home and eat my normal amount, I won't even be half full. It's like being hungry for a few days. It will be fine once my stomach gets used to it."
Actually, it's not comfortable here either. Is the process of stretching your stomach comfortable?
Yan Yuying smiled and said, "That's right. During the first few days after returning home, I was so hungry that I couldn't sleep well at night."
Xu Wumei's eyes rolled around, and her expression wavered for a moment before she became determined again. "Even so, I'll eat more."
Fortunately, I didn’t have to go back to the dormitory to rest immediately after dinner. I had to attend a theory class before I could go back to sleep.
By the time the class was over, the bloating had worn off, not to mention Xie Yun had secretly taken two stomach-strengthening and digestion-promoting tablets.
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