He had never imagined that this would become a special camp, or even an area for visiting relatives. He felt that this man would give up sooner or later.
In fact, Zeng Wangcai plans to learn from the infrastructure maniac and build this place into a base.
After a while, two soldiers came over with the meal. The meal was the common steamed buns and cornmeal, but the dish was not simple either, it was a grilled fish and a bowl of hot broth.
“Why go through so much trouble just to heat up the leftovers…” Zeng Wangcai said casually when he saw the food.
"Report to the platoon leader!" a soldier said, "The squad leader said that we can eat meat every day because of the platoon leader. The platoon leader's wife is here, so we can't be careless."
This is a very simple truth. If you feed and drink well to your subordinates and meet their core needs, they will respect you.
Zeng Wangcai is in this state now. Except for Zheng Yilin who questions him, everyone in the platoon respects him extremely.
After dinner, Zeng Wangcai told the two that they would have a few days to go back home during the Chinese New Year, and they should go back in advance, so they should prepare some New Year goods for the family before that.
Now all the people in the family who can hunt have come out. If we don’t bring something back from here, it will be difficult to get through the New Year relying on the pickled fish we used to have.
Of course, this is relative to other families.
"By the way, the third brother heard that I was coming to the army and asked me to help get some things back." Zeng Youhuo lit the cigarette given by his nephew with firewood, exhaled a puff of smoke and said, "I replied, but he didn't agree!"
"How is life in the village?" Zeng Wangcai asked.
"It's not easy!" Zeng Youhuo frowned. "The canteen can no longer run. The commune wants too much, and the production team doesn't have enough food left. Now everyone has half a pound of food every day. We cook at home. Our family is fine, but other families are miserable."
Zeng Wangcai could imagine that it was like this in places without natural disasters, and what life would be like in places with natural disasters.
"Okay, grandma is still at home, so let's help as much as we can. But not to the village, but to the commune!" Zeng Wangcai said after thinking about it, "Then bring some meat and fish to Secretary Wang and ask the commune to buy it at the purchase price, so as to leave a token of gratitude."
Hearing this, Zheng Yilin could not help but said, "I object. Our troops have not yet completed the 10,000-jin mission, and we still have extra supplies to give you as a favor? They agreed to come to help, how come it turned out like this..."
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