Chapter 119 It’s great to have money
At night, the troops were silent.
In the quiet office, Han Suijing took a deep puff of cigarette, his face showed no emotion, just a dull and lazy expression: "If you have to fart, do it now. Are you here so late to let people guess riddles?"
"You are such a smart boy, but haven't you smelled anything yet?" Duan Yanzhi smiled evilly.
"Go ahead. I know too well the strength of your Duan family in Yun Province. You can get more accurate intelligence than our military."
Han Suijing chuckled, his laughter containing a hint of mockery.
The two have worked together for many years and know each other's personalities very well. Han Suijing could roughly guess that what the other party was about to say was related to the army, but it was not extremely urgent.
"You! I just caught you doing something trivial, but you're even more irritable than a nobleman like me."
Duan Yanzhi still sat cross-legged on the desk, one hand on the table, puffing out smoke.
After a long while, he said, "You also know that our Duan family's Hongtai business gang is spread across major towns on the border of Yun Province. Well, I just received news from my clan that Baiteng Town has discovered signs of a sudden increase in neighboring troops..."
"Did the scouts of Baiteng Town fail to detect such important intelligence?" Han Suijing's eyes narrowed slightly, and for a moment he thought that the area Duan Yanzhi mentioned belonged to the Xiongshi Military District.
In other words, Bai Teng Town currently has no direct garrison relationship with them.
But if the brother area really cannot be taken, they must provide support as soon as possible.
In particular, he directly manages more than half of the artillery forces in Yun Province.
As long as his country and people need him, he will go to the front line without hesitation, stand in front of tens of thousands of villagers, guard the country's borders, and will not hesitate to sacrifice his life for the country.
"Okay, go back and keep in close contact with your family, and call me as soon as you have any news." Han Suijing already knew that there might be trouble in the neighborhood, so he was on guard. "However, I heard that many warriors will return home to visit their families after the New Year. If it really breaks out..."
"It's important to take precautions early. I will notify the next area," Duan Yanzhi said.
Han Suijing already knew what was going on, so he turned to look at his irritable boss and asked, "Isn't there some good news?"
Hearing Han Suijing's rare interest in asking further questions, Duan Yanzhi resumed his frivolous and frivolous look: "My family introduced me to a girl and asked me to go back and meet her during my holiday this week. Will she come with me then?"
"You are such a scoundrel! Get out!"
"Hahaha..." Duan Yanzhi laughed unrestrainedly, as if he had successfully teased the other party. "My mother said that she has also found a girl for you this time. The girl she introduced to you is one in a million."
It’s great to be rich. The Duan family’s monthly blind date event has started again.
Han Suijing turned around slowly and glared at the other person. If it wasn't for the fact that this bastard had won more medals than him, he would never let this matter go.
He must have lied to his mother and stabbed him in the back, otherwise why would Madam Duan take care of Han Suijing's life-long affairs every time she chose a partner for her son?
The evil laughter gradually faded away. Duan Yan continued to smoke, his face returning to its mature look. He said:
"For people of our level, getting married is not realistic. We can neither take care of our family nor bring happiness to women. Forget it. You and I don't have to worry about life-long affairs. When we are old, I will give you a house by the sea in Dali!"
"I wonder who saw a girl unable to walk last time we went to Baixiang Town?"
Han Suijing still remembers that last year when they were on a business trip together, the military jeep passed through Baixiang Town. Through the car window, Duan Yanzhi saw a girl and ordered the driver to stop the car.
He didn't stop until he saw the girl holding the hand of a young man.
Duan Yanzhi's tall figure opened the door and walked out carelessly, his laughter echoing in the quiet corridor.
In the office, Han Suijing decided to contact the armed forces in his hometown after daybreak and make arrangements for visiting relatives in his hometown in advance.
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The next morning, at dawn.
Zou Bu drove the unit's jeep to Yang's house to pick up people. After picking up Wang Ziru and Wang Zonghao, brother and sister, they went straight to the Armed Forces compound.
That day was Wang Zonghao's first day at work, and as his direct superior, Zou Bu also spoke his mind.
"Xiao Wang, your sister will be joining the army with your brother-in-law soon. So, during this period of time, you should seize the opportunity to learn your sister's skills. You must learn them. In the future, you will know that you can also do a great job as a chef."
"Yes! I will definitely remember what the leader said." Wang Zonghao replied immediately.
Zou Bu smiled and nodded, turned and walked into the light gray building to start his day's work.
In front of the small building, the brother and sister were deeply moved. The people from Zou Bu and Yang Family were really good to them.
Wang Zonghao finally found a job in the county town. Unable to hide his excitement, he strode towards the small canteen in the backyard.
"Sister! We suppressed the Yang family yesterday, so you have to help me during this time and teach me how to cook those high-end home-cooked dishes."
"What's the difference between high-end and low-end home-cooked dishes?" Wang Ziru was thinking about what to make for breakfast. She smiled and said, "There are only hard dishes and soft dishes. For example, Dongpo pork elbow is a hard dish, while hot and sour potato shreds are just an ordinary home-cooked dish."
"I don't care whether it's a hard dish or not, just teach me everything you know."
"Okay, okay! I'll teach you everything. As long as you're willing to learn, cooking is easy to learn."
When the brother and sister walked to the backyard, they saw that Old Man Zhang had already gotten up and was busy in the yard.
Seeing Wang Zonghao coming to work, he smiled and said, "Xiao Wang, you guys are here so early? It's still early, and no one is at work yet. I'll cook the noodles later."
"Eating instant noodles again?" Wang Zonghao was already looking forward to his sister's suggestion of having a different breakfast every week. He was no longer interested in instant noodles, which were considered a luxury in the village.
I turned around and looked at my sister, "You're eating instant noodles for breakfast?"
"Come with me to the kitchen to see what ingredients are available."
"oh."
The brother and sister walked into the kitchen and rummaged around in a small warehouse inside the kitchen for a while, and found a bag of soybeans and two bags of flour.
As well as some other dry ingredients, wild mushrooms and black fungus, peanuts and a bundle of kelp.
Wang Ziru was quite satisfied with the food preparation. "Not bad. If we have soybeans, we can grind some soybean milk and make an egg pancake. Let's give everyone something different this morning."
"Soy milk and egg pancakes? That's a good life." Wang Zonghao's eyes lit up.
"Zong Hao, go ask Uncle Zhang if there is a stone mill in the yard." Wang Ziru opened the bag, grabbed a handful of soybeans and smelled them. They must be the beans harvested before the New Year. The grains were big and plump, very suitable for grinding soy milk or making tofu.
"Sister! You're in such a hurry this morning. Do you really want to grind the beans?" Wang Zonghao frowned. It was his first day at work and he couldn't mess it up.
As far as he knew, in the countryside, beans were ground only during the Chinese New Year, but that was for making tofu, so he also knew that grinding beans took a lot of time.
"In the morning, we just grind some beans and make soy milk."
Wang Zonghao thought for two seconds, turned around and walked out of the kitchen, and went to find Old Man Zhang to ask where the stone mill was.
Soon, he returned to the stove room and said excitedly, "Sister! Uncle Zhang said there is a stone mill in the room at the back where all the sundries are stored. Do we really want to grind soy milk?"
"It would be best if we had a stone mill! Go get two basins, I'll put some soybeans in them, you soak them for a while, and then go to the mill to grind them."
Wang Zonghao turned around and went to the stove room to get two porcelain basins and handed them to his sister. He filled two bowls with soybeans, took them out, scooped a ladle of clean water to wash them casually, and soaked them in clean water.
After the soybeans were soaked, Wang Ziru brought out three bowls of flour in a porcelain bowl.
Crack a few eggs into a bowl, add some water and stir with chopsticks.
"Zong Hao, please chop some green onions. I need to sprinkle some chopped green onions in the flour to make it more fragrant..." Wang Ziru explained that she was going to make fried egg pancakes for everyone in the morning and asked her brother to chop some green onions.
"They must have never eaten egg pancakes with soy milk, wouldn't they be happy?!"
Wang Zonghao quickly took out a booklet and a blue ballpoint pen that he had asked for from the Yang family. Seeing his sister mixing the flour in the porcelain bowl evenly, he begged her to quickly write down the steps for making the egg pancakes for him.
Last night, they went to Yang's house to help prepare the birthday banquet. The elder sister made pork hotpot with pickled mustard greens. When it was served on the table, the adults and children in the Yang family rushed to grab it. The hotpot was gone before the other dishes were even started.
He was looking forward to the first day of work today and the happy and satisfied looks on the leaders' faces when they ate the breakfast they prepared.
Old Man Zhang was busy in the yard for a while, then he walked into the kitchen and saw soaked soybeans and batter on the chopping board.
After asking, he found out that the Wang siblings wanted to make egg pancakes and soy milk.
"I just don't know if they can eat enough of these things..."
Normally, he prepared instant noodles for everyone for breakfast. Although the ingredients never changed, he cooked plenty of noodles so that a group of men could eat their fill.
Seeing that Mr. Zhang was looking at the things on the chopping board with some worry, Wang Zonghao patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, Uncle Zhang. We are very sensible in what we do."
"Since you think it's okay, just do as you say. I'll go and help you grind the mill."
Wang Ziru reminded them, "Use gauze to filter out the bean dregs before cooking."
"Do we still need to filter? It's a bit troublesome." Wang Zonghao muttered.
He had thought he just had to grind the beans and pour them into a pot and boil them.
The two men carried the soybeans to the mill.
Wang Ziru was also not idle. She quickly took a clean basin and grabbed a large bowl of dried radish from the dustpan outside.
I took it into the oven, sprinkled some chili powder and pepper powder, a little salt, chopped some green garlic, mixed them all together, tasted it, and it was refreshing and delicious, and went well with rice.
Put the mixed dried radish into a large porcelain plate and set aside.
Turning around, Wang Ziru began to clean up the firewood in the stove, and then went to take a look at the progress of the mill.
After more than ten minutes, Wang Zonghao returned to the stove room with a bowl of soy milk. "Sister, this is all soy milk. I can't wait to drink it."
Wang Ziru had already cleaned the firewood pot and told her brother to pour the soy milk into the pot. "It will boil in a few minutes. Why are you in such a hurry?"
There are three stoves in the courtyard, each of which is a large round iron pot, suitable for stir-frying, braising or stewing rice.
It’s fine to cook soy milk like today. Pour half a pot of soy milk into the pot and cover it with a lid.
"Oh, right!" Wang Ziru seemed to remember something, looked back in the direction of the mill, and whispered: "You are a cook, so in the future, when you cook something else, you will be eager to eat it first. It will be embarrassing if others see you."
"...I can at least try its flavor, right?" Wang Zonghao said with a pout.
"Anyway, remember, just do what I say. I worked so hard to get you this job opportunity, don't lose the big picture because of a small one."
"It's still a pity. I should have brought Baoer into the city yesterday. Wouldn't he have jumped for joy when he saw all these delicious foods?"
"Have you forgotten what Zou Bu said that day? They can't even let their family members come over to eat. Zong Hao, remember this. After you and Chen Pingping get married, don't bring her here to eat every now and then!"
Wang Zonghao pursed his lips and said, "Oh."
He felt very sorry. Now, he had to live in the city during the weekdays. He couldn't hug Pingping at night, and he didn't know if Pingping would miss him...
After the soy milk was put into the pot, Wang Ziru taught her brother how to fry an egg pancake.
Wang Zonghao stood in front of the wood-burning pot, holding an aluminum spoon for soup in his hand, while listening to his sister's demonstration.
"Like this, after you mix the batter with chopped green onions and salt, let it sit for a while. Once you've prepared other things, like what I did, the side dishes to go with the rice, you can start making the pancakes."
"For a large group of people like them, it would be a waste of time to fry the pancakes too small, so you can fry a large pancake each time, spread it thinner, and then fry it on both sides, scoop it up, put it on the cutting board and cut it into several small pieces."