Song Qiming: "What wild boar? Where did I get a wild boar?"
"If you don't know, then never mind, I'll go check out your cafeteria."
Just as Song Qiming hung up the phone, before he could even process what was happening, the phone rang again. He picked up the receiver and heard the voice of Qi Zheng, the commander of the Second Regiment: "Old Song..."
Needless to say, what followed was the same thing the regimental commander meant. After receiving two phone calls, Song Qiming had a general idea of what was going on.
He put down the phone and ran towards the canteen, where people were busy boiling water and preparing tools. Two large wild boars were lying outside the kitchen.
The cooks saw him and quickly saluted: "Regimental Commander!"
Song Qiming nodded, then looked at the wild boar and asked, "Where did it come from?"
"Reporting to the regimental commander, it was sent by Battalion Commander Rong."
Where are they?
"They're gone."
Song Qiming laughed and scolded, "You're cunning. You always know how to throw difficult problems at me."
He knew that his group wouldn't be able to keep both wild boars for themselves today, so he quickly ordered, "Hide one of them quickly, or there won't be any left."
This was bad enough; the cooks immediately rushed out and hurriedly tried to carry the larger end away.
Song Qiming found it amusing and quickly stopped him, saying, "Stop, stop, lift the smaller one."
The soldiers reluctantly put down the large one and carried the small one into the warehouse.
Before long, before the water in the big pot had even boiled, Ding Yuan and Qi Zheng arrived with their men. The two of them immediately climbed onto Song Qiming's shoulders, looking like the three of them were very close.
Ding Yuan: "Old Song, look, you wouldn't enjoy eating two big wild boars by yourselves, would you?"
Qi Zheng: "That's right, you can't let the other brothers not even get a sip of soup while you're eating meat, can you?"
Song Qiming knew their nature; it was impossible for them to leave without taking anything after setting their sights on them. He raised his chin and said, "Here, I've left one for you two. You can decide how to divide it."
"Hey, Lao Song..."
Ding Yuan had just opened his mouth when Song Qiming shouted, "Brothers of the Third Regiment's cooking squad..."
"Hey, Lao Song, what are you doing?"
Qi Zheng quickly reached out to cover Song Qiming's mouth, but Song Qiming pried his hand away and continued shouting, "The First and Second Regiments don't want this stuff, they don't want it..."
He spoke quickly and urgently, and Ding Yuan and Qi Zheng had no time to stop him. Just then, the cooks were about to come and lift the wild boar off the ground.
The two men quickly released Song Qiming and called to their men, "Who said they didn't want it? Who said they didn't want it? Brothers from the first and second regiments, hurry up and carry it away..."
The soldiers in the Third Regiment's cookhouse watched with amusement, all smiling to themselves.
Actually, half a pork belly is really too little for a whole group, but if you take it back and stir-fry it with potatoes, it can still be considered a meat dish.
At this moment, Rong Lianhu was summoned to the office by He Da, the head of the logistics department. After looking him up and down, He Da said, "You're quite capable, kid. Tell me, where did you get this?"
Rong Lianhu confessed honestly: "It was a gift from someone else!"
He Da stood up abruptly and asked seriously, "A gift? Who gave it to you? You can't make a mistake, kid."
Rong Lianhu quickly reassured him: "Minister, don't worry, there was no mistake. It was given to me by my daughter's mentor, and Brigade Commander Wei knows him too."
He Da was relieved. Although they didn't interact much, everyone here had come through gunfire together, and he didn't want anyone to ruin their future for a little meat.
Relieved, but a thought popped into his head: "Do you know where he got it? Can he still get it? We're not going to take it for free, we'll pay him or give him a ticket."
Rong Lianhu said with difficulty, "This should be gone. If he had it, he would have told me."
"Don't jump to conclusions yet. Look, our three regiments only got one pig for the New Year. We can't even smell the meat when it's used to make soup. Especially those kids in the family compound, they're so pitiful. They haven't smelled meat in so long."
“Okay, I’ll tell Song Qiming, and you can go ask your daughter’s master if he has any other meat.”
"By the way, where is he?"
"Should I send you a car?"
He rattled off a whole bunch of things, not giving Rong Lianhu a chance to speak at all, and then pulled out a huge pile of banknotes.
Rong Lianhu waved his hand: "I won't take the money and tickets yet. As for asking about the meat, I can go now, but I need to go back and report to our commander first."
He Da's eyes lit up: "How about I bring the money and go with you?"
Rong Lianhu stood at attention and saluted: "Goodbye, Minister He!"
After saying that, he quickly slipped away!
Are you kidding me? Going with him would be like leading a group of people to do business.
After Rong Lianhu left, Wei Guodong walked into He Da's office and, seeing that he seemed to be in a good mood, asked, "Could that kid have gotten his hands on any other meat?"
He Da said smugly, "Judging from his expression, he probably knows there's other meat, but whether they'll give it to him or not is another matter."
Wei Guodong said sourly, "Rong Lianhu is lucky to have found a capable person to be his daughter's mentor."
"You know him? That's strange. If you did know him, would you still be sitting here?"
Wei Guodong shook his head: "I've never even met him before, how could I know him?"
"However, I know that person is a master of metaphysics, let me tell you..."
Rong Lianhu was unaware that the two were talking about him and Qing Xuanzi behind his back. He had already returned to the regimental headquarters and found Song Qiming to explain the situation.
Song Qiming waved his hand: "Go ahead, it'll be faster to drive there. But if you find anything good, remember to think of the brothers in the regiment."
Rong Lianhu immediately understood: "Okay, I'll go right now."
Rong Lianhu drove the regiment's jeep straight to town...
In town, after Rong Lianhu left, Qing Xuanzi instructed Fu Ya: "There are ingredients in the kitchen, go and cook, cook more, and cook better, so that the children can have more nourishment."
Fu Ya nodded: "I'll make it right away. What would you like to eat?"
"Anything is fine, just make some porridge or pancakes. But you have to put meat in the porridge, otherwise Jiaojiao will crave meat."
Fu Ya knew immediately that Rong Jiaojiao was eating very well, which put her at ease.
"Okay, then I'll make some meat porridge and a few pancakes."
Qing Xuanzi waved his hand, telling her to do as she pleased. He then turned and led the two brothers into the hall, where he lit the kang (heated brick bed). Only then did he have time to look at Rong Zhigao and Rong Zhiyuan. Seeing their steady stance, he knew they had trained with Rong Lianhu.
He held out two bright red apples: "Here, these are wild apples I found in the mountains. They taste good, have a taste."
The two accepted the gifts and thanked him. Rong Zhiyuan then asked Qing Xuanzi, "Uncle, isn't my sister getting prettier and prettier?"
"Of course!"
"Will she like the colorful doll I buy for her?"
"Where is it? Let me see?"
Rong Zhiyuan took out a small, colorful doll from his pocket; it was clearly made of scraps of fabric pieced together.
The doll has clear and beautiful features, wears a colorful dress, and although the workmanship is somewhat rough, the doll is very cute.
Qing Xuanzi nodded: "It looks great, Jiaojiao will definitely like it."
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