Looking at Wang Chengping's suspicious and angry face, the elderly Political Commissar Zhang really didn't know how to explain. Just as he was thinking about how to get away with it, Wang Chengping saw the note left by Wei Ling on the desk.
Now there is no need to make up any nonsense.
Political Commissar Zhang's face turned red as he explained, "Old Wang, this is really not my fault. I just came here to get a document, but the dumpling smelled delicious, so I couldn't help but take a bite, and I couldn't stop eating it."
He was not lying, it was indeed the case.
Wang Chengping angrily pinched a dumpling and stuffed it into his mouth. As soon as he took a bite of the dumpling, he knew why Political Commissar Zhang couldn't control his mouth.
This dumpling tastes more tempting than it smells.
"Lao Zhang, you've gone too far. You're a political commissar with strict discipline." Wang Chengping was very angry.
Seeing Wang Chengping bringing up such a great truth, Political Commissar Zhang couldn't help but retort, "Old Wang, don't be so stingy. It's just a few of your dumplings. You often go to my office to look for food. You've eaten everything I have. You can eat my things, but why can't I eat yours?"
"How can they be the same? These are dumplings that Wei Ling's wife made specially for me. They are gifts from the younger generation to the elders." Wang Chengping would never admit that he was stingy.
Political Commissar Zhang was usually very eloquent when it came to ideological education for the soldiers, but when it came to Wang Chengping, who was full of fallacies and heresies, he was really no match for him. In addition, he was indeed not honest enough, so he could only apologize.
"Lao Wang, I'm sorry, the dumplings smelled so good that I couldn't control myself. When your sister-in-law comes, I'll ask her to make you a special meal of dumplings."
He only dared to say this because Political Commissar Zhang's wife was coming to see him in a few days.
Wang Chengping saw that Political Commissar Zhang had asked his sister-in-law to make dumplings for him as a gift, so he really couldn't bring up the matter of Political Commissar Zhang stealing his dumplings.
With a look of heartache, Wang Chengping said this as he swept the last fried dumpling in the lunch box.
"That's not right. If Wei Ling really came to give me dumplings, he wouldn't have given me only one. Where's yours?" As soon as he said this, Wang Chengping looked at Political Commissar Zhang with a hint of suspicion. "Old Zhang, you're not hiding yours and planning to eat it all by yourself tomorrow, are you?"
"Am I such a person?"
Political Commissar Zhang was so angry at Wang Chengping's words that he almost vomited blood, but he did have some doubts.
If Wei Ling wanted to send something, it was impossible for him to send it only to Wang Chengping. Wang Chengping was also very nice to Wei Ling, and Wei Ling would never favor one over the other.
Political Commissar Zhang stood up instantly and walked towards his office.
If Wei Ling had also given him dumplings, which were so delicious, he would definitely not share them with Wang Chengping. Anyway, Wang Chengping had already grumbled at him for a long time, and he had already apologized, so this apology could not be in vain.
Political Commissar Zhang had something in mind. Wang Chengping guessed what Zhang was planning and followed him out immediately.
Under such circumstances, it was difficult for Political Commissar Zhang to tell Lao Wang to stop following him.
If these words were spoken, Wang Chengping would definitely bear a grudge and think that he had done it on purpose.
Helplessly, Political Commissar Zhang could only lead Wang Chengping into his office, where he searched everywhere but found nothing.
Now Wang Chengping was secretly cursing Wei Ling in his heart.
How do you treat people? You gave dumplings but not to the division political commissar. Are you waiting to be harassed?
Of course, he knew that Political Commissar Zhang was not a petty person, but what Wei Ling did was not fair and could easily give others a handle.
Touching his chin, Wang Chengping glanced at the greasy lunch box in his arms and waved to the guard on duty outside the door to come in.
"Commander, please give us your instructions." The guard saluted Wang Chengping and Political Commissar Zhang as soon as he entered the office.
"Where did Wei Ling go?" Wang Chengping asked the guard.
"It seems like he went to the Logistics Department." The guard was not too sure, but he could roughly estimate based on the direction Wei Ling left. At the same time, he also knew that Wei Ling had asked the Logistics Department for help before.
"Lao Zhang, let's go to the logistics department."
As soon as Wang Chengping heard it, he knew that Wei Ling had gone to find Hong Wei.
Hong Wei and Wei Ling have a good relationship. If there are really extra dumplings, it is possible that Wei Ling would send some to Hong Wei.
"Old Wang, this is not a good idea, right?" Political Commissar Zhang, who knew Wang Chengping's plan, was a little hesitant.
Chasing after him just for a bite of food was really an insult to his divisional political commissar.
Wang Chengping saw that Political Commissar Zhang was hesitant, so he didn't force him. He put his lunch box in his arms and went straight to the logistics department. He ate a few dumplings and just after he tasted the flavor, he decided not to stop until he got Political Commissar Zhang's share.
It's just as well that Lao Zhang didn't go, so he could eat all by himself.
Wang Chengping hurried to the logistics department. Political Commissar Zhang felt very uncomfortable looking at Wang Chengping's back. The taste of fried dumplings kept rolling in his mind, and every rolling was extremely tempting to him.
In the end, Political Commissar Zhang lost face and followed Wang Chengping.
Just as Political Commissar Zhang left in a hurry, his guard came back with a big lunch box.
Looking at the empty office, the guard turned his gaze to the guard.
"He went to the logistics department." The guard at the door told him without any concealment.
"Why?" The guard was a little puzzled. If the political commissar needed something, he could just give him a note and go to the logistics department to get it. Why did he have to make a trip himself?
Is it an emergency?
The guard became a little anxious when he thought about it.
He was the guard of the divisional political commissar, and it was his responsibility to run errands like this. If official business was delayed, he would be held accountable.
Under the guard's anxious gaze, the guard looked at the lunch box in his hand and said, "Dumpling." He had been standing guard outside the office, so of course he knew what was going on when the division commander and the political commissar went to the logistics department.
This matter is not a secret, and of course there is no need to hide it from the political commissar's guards.
The guard who had just returned from the logistics department took a look at the lunch box in his hand, immediately guessed the reason, and rushed to the logistics department with the lunch box.
Captain Wei sent dumplings to the political commissar, but the political commissar's lunch box was not in the office. Captain Wei asked him to take the lunch box to Director Hong of the Logistics Department to pack the dumplings. He rushed back just after packing the dumplings, but he was still a step too late.
It would be so embarrassing if the political commissar really had to ask Captain Wei for dumplings.
The guard ran quite fast in the snow, but what he didn't expect was the determination of the two "leaders" who were tempted by the fried dumplings to eat them.
The guard was a few minutes late in the pursuit, and as a young and strong guy he failed to catch up with the two veteran soldiers in their fifties and sixties.
With the logistics department in sight, the guard finally saw Wang Chengping and Political Commissar Zhang. Just as he raised his hand to call for help, another figure appeared in his sight.
Seeing Wei Ling, the guard put down his hands and squatted down.
Then he silently stepped back step by step.
Forget it. Captain Wei is the favorite of the two leaders, and he, an outsider, will not get involved.
The guards fled secretly.
As Wei Ling walked out of Hong Wei's office, he almost bumped into Wang Chengping and Political Commissar Zhang. He was quite surprised to see the two of them. Could it be that they came to thank him?
"Wei Ling, where are the dumplings?"
Wang Chengping and Wei Ling's private relationship is uncle and nephew, and Political Commissar Zhang also knows it. In the absence of outsiders, Wang Chengping also beats around the bush and directly asks him the reason why he hurried here.
Wei Ling glanced at Wang Chengping's expression, then looked at the lunch box in Wang Chengping's arms that was obviously of the wrong size, and finally stopped his gaze on Political Commissar Zhang's face.
This was stolen!
Wei Ling's sight was bright, and Political Commissar Zhang was not blind, so he understood immediately. His old face flushed, and Political Commissar Zhang, with a little heat on his face, explained: "Wei Ling, your dumplings are so delicious, I couldn't control my appetite, and left four for Lao Wang."
"Four!"
Wei Ling immediately sympathized with Wang Chengping.
There was a whole box of dumplings that was more than enough for Wang Chengping to have a full meal, but he only ate four. He felt really unlucky and wronged.
"What nonsense are you talking about? Hurry up, fill it up quickly."
Wang Chengping didn't care at all about the look in Wei Ling's eyes and just handed the lunch box over.
When he thought of the delicious dumplings, his mouth started to water.
It was so delicious! It was the most delicious sauerkraut dumpling he had ever eaten, especially the dumpling skin that was fried until golden on both sides, fragrant and crispy. Add a little garlic and it was truly a delicacy.
At this moment, Wang Chengping was already thinking about how to go to the cafeteria to ask the chef for a few cloves of garlic.
"No more." Wei Ling shook his head at Wang Chengping while holding the willow basket.
"Impossible." Wang Chengping glared at Wei Ling, "I can smell it." Although the dumplings were frozen due to the cold weather and his smell could not be smelled, he could tell there were still dumplings in the basket based on the way Wei Ling carried the basket.
Political Commissar Zhang also looked at Wei Ling with disapproval.
He could also see that there were still dumplings in the willow basket.
Wei Ling looked at Political Commissar Zhang's expression and suddenly thought of a possibility. He almost couldn't help laughing and explained, "Division Commander, Political Commissar, there really is no more. The remaining is for Du Hongyi and others. The amount is less than half of what is given to you. Don't worry about the last bit."
Wang Chengping cleverly heard the clue from Wei Ling's words.
He immediately looked at Political Commissar Zhang and said angrily: "You are so good, Old Zhang, you really hid the dumpling." Political commissars are always cunning. It is too much for him to hold back after eating a dumpling!
Political Commissar Zhang felt extremely aggrieved, as he had not seen his share of dumplings till now. Could it be that someone had seen his dumplings by chance when they entered his office, and then secretly ate them, or perhaps they had stolen them?
Regret, Political Commissar Zhang regretted.
He should have just asked the guard outside the office.
Wei Ling saw that Wang Chengping had mistaken Political Commissar Zhang, and of course he would not allow the top and second-in-command of the division to quarrel, so he explained: "Political Commissar Zhang's lunch box was not in the office, so I asked Xiao Zhou to go to the cafeteria to get it and bring it to Uncle Hong to pack dumplings. Xiao Zhou just left a while ago."
At this point, Wei Ling spotted Xiao Zhou sneaking away.
He didn't point it out, but added, "Maybe you two groups just happened to miss each other."
Wang Chengping and Political Commissar Zhang: …
Fortunately, I didn't ask Wei Ling why he didn't bring dumplings for Political Commissar Zhang, otherwise it would have been very embarrassing.
The two old men's faces flushed again.
"Well, Wei Ling, Political Commissar Zhang has eaten all my dumplings. Can you give me some more?" Wang Chengping handed the lunch box to Wei Ling again. How could he have the nerve to talk about sharing dumplings with the political commissar in front of a junior?
Of course, if we want to divide up the political commissar's dumplings, we have to do it in private.
Political Commissar Zhang also saw Wang Chengping's plan.
As for Wei Ling, he understood Wang Chengping's character even better. He hid the willow basket in his hand behind him and said without giving in: "Commander, I said that the remaining ones belong to Du Hongyi and his men. If they are divided among the four of them, they won't get much."
"Give me ten more." Wang Chengping was always very shameless in front of Wei Ling.
In fact, he is not only shameless in front of Wei Ling, he is also shameless with everyone, because he always adheres to the view that the crying child gets the milk.
Otherwise, their division's equipment would not have been better than that of other divisions when the war began.
That's because he is shameless and cries.
Wei Ling looked at Wang Chengping who was so righteous that he didn't know whether he should make fun of him.
"Eight. Any less won't be enough to fill the gaps between our teeth!" Wang Chengping reduced the number of dumplings after looking at Wei Ling's expression.
"No, if I give you eight Du Hongyis, they can only try it out."
Wei Ling is still very principled. He won't make exceptions if he says he won't make them.
The veins on Wang Chengping's forehead were throbbing. This kid would always frown, but he chose to do it at this moment. It was really...
"Wei Ling, why did you come back?" Political Commissar Zhang saw Wang Chengping and Wei Ling were in a stalemate and hurried to smooth things over.
At this time Hong Wei also walked out of the office.
Separated by a door, he could hear the conversation between the two parties clearly. What happened at his door really required him to show up. Seeing Political Commissar Zhang trying to ease the atmosphere, he quickly opened the door and came out.
He came here to act as a peacemaker.
There was nothing shameful about Wei Ling's return to the division headquarters, so he said directly: "Tomorrow is the winter solstice, and my wife and I have discussed the plan to invite Du Hongyi and others to my house to eat dumplings."
Political Commissar Zhang: ...Now the way he looks at Wei Ling is also wrong.
He and Wang Chengping argued fiercely over a few dumplings, and when Wei Ling came back he actually invited Du Hongyi and others to his home to eat to their heart's content.
This matter will arouse hatred no matter how you look at it.
Facing three pairs of eyes that looked at him as if something was not right, Wei Ling explained, "I had originally planned to invite the three uncles, but you are very busy tomorrow, so my wife specially made fried dumplings for you today."
"Okay, very good."
Wang Chengping looked at Wei Ling and smiled kindly and amiably.
Political Commissar Zhang also smiled elegantly.
Then Wei Ling felt an attack from behind. Hong Wei actually attacked his willow basket at this time.
As soon as Hong Wei took action, Wang Chengping and Political Commissar Zhang no longer showed any courtesy to Wei Ling.
I've invited people to my house to eat dumplings tomorrow, but I'm still reluctant to give them a few dumplings. That's ridiculous.
One against three, even if Wei Ling can defeat the enemy, he has to give in.
In the end, he lost the willow basket in his hand.
"Hurry back, and remember to tell Comrade Qin Qingman that the dumplings are delicious. Thank you." After receiving the willow basket, Wang Chengping waved to Wei Ling and reminded him, "Except today, you still have two days off. Cherish them. Go back early to accompany Comrade Qin Qingman."
"Yes, Wei Ling, it's getting late. Go back quickly or it will be dark soon."
Political Commissar Zhang glanced at the sky and reminded Wei Ling.
Hong Wei did not urge him, but just looked at Wei Ling warily. Wei Ling, this bastard, did not care that he was his elder and really had the guts to do it. He felt half of his cheek was numb.
Didn't he just try to snatch the willow basket first? Why is he holding such a grudge?
Wei Ling glanced at Liu Kuang who was never to come back and left the division headquarters helplessly. He did not see Du Hongyi and the others when he came back this time. They were either leading the team in training or on missions, so he did not meet them.
But it wasn't a wasted trip, he left a note for the three people.
Invite three people to come home tomorrow to celebrate the Winter Solstice and eat dumplings.
After leaving the note, Wei Ling packed up some of his clothes and belongings before heading back to Kaoshantun. After delaying for such a while, it was getting dark. If he didn't hurry up, he might not be able to get home before dark.
Thinking of this, Wei Ling took bigger steps.
On the other side of the division headquarters, Wang Chengping rubbed his stomach vigorously after seeing Wei Ling leave. Just now, that brat Wei Ling had punched him really hard. If the other party had not controlled the strength, he estimated that he would have vomited out the dumplings he had just eaten.
"Wei Ling's skills are getting better and better."
Political Commissar Zhang rubbed his shoulders and sighed.
None of the three of them ended up well, as they were all punched by Wei Ling, but the punches landed in different locations.
Hong Wei looked at Wang Chengping, then at Political Commissar Zhang, and hung his head in dejection.
He was the most unlucky one as he was hit in the face and will probably be bruised tomorrow.
"Let's go to my office. I have peanuts in my office." Wang Chengping was not stingy and took the initiative to invite the two brothers while carrying a willow basket.
"Okay, let's go to the commander's office." Hong Wei turned around and went back to the office to get his portion of dumplings. Today, the three of them would have a good meal of 'Winter Solstice' dumplings, which came from the filial piety of Wei Ling and his wife.
The old men returned to Wang Chengping's office and put their dumplings on the steel stove to heat them up.
A few handfuls of peanuts were also thrown on the plate.
After roasting, the peanuts will become fragrant in a short time.
It’s a pity that they can’t drink alcohol, otherwise dumplings with wine would be a real delicacy.
Xiao Zhou, the bodyguard of Political Commissar Zhang, had committed a crime, so he went to the canteen earlier and asked the chef for some garlic. Now he was sent by Political Commissar Zhang to eat in the canteen. It was getting dark, and the canteen was about to open for dinner, so he couldn't delay the comrades' dinner.
While peeling peanuts, Wang Chengping and Hong Wei, who had not yet eaten, happily ate fried dumplings.
Political Commissar Zhang, who had eaten and drunk his fill, just watched.
In the 1970s, supplies were relatively scarce and no family was willing to use so much oil to fry food, so this was the first time they had fried dumplings.
One bite of the fried dumplings made them fall in love with the taste.
"Old Zhang, can our division headquarters apply to our higher authorities to build a family area?" Wang Chengping threw a clove of garlic into his mouth and then asked Political Commissar Zhang about business.
Hearing this, Hong Wei also pricked up his ears.
Several of them came here several years earlier than Wei Ling. Originally, the division headquarters was stationed here to protect the border. At first, they thought it might be unsafe, so they did not bring their families, and the division headquarters did not build a family area. But times have changed. Several years have passed, and the border is stable. Isn't it time to consider the needs of the soldiers?
It's really not a big deal for a couple to live apart.
They have been very peaceful in recent years and can indeed establish a family area.
Political Commissar Zhang has also been thinking about this matter.
He had been considering it since Wei Ling married Qin Qingman, and even investigated the area around the division headquarters. The area near Kaoshantun was very good.
The terrain is good, the people living near the mountain are simple and honest, and it is very suitable for establishing a family area.
By the time the family quarters are built, the villages behind the mountains can still take care of each other. The military and civilians are like one family, and this is what the Chairman has always emphasized.
"Old Wang, I have indeed considered this matter and was just about to discuss it with you. I really like the land for building a family district..." Political Commissar Zhang told Wang Chengping and Hong Wei about his thoughts.
The couple had been separated for several years and they both missed home.
Wei Ling didn't know that the division headquarters had already put the issue of building a family quarters on the agenda. He was rushing home at this time. When he was halfway there and it was getting darker, he saw three lights lit in the Qin family's house.
The bright candlelight was even brighter in the ice, and it also pointed him back home.
go home!
His wife was waiting for him at home, and among the thousands of lights, there was one that was waiting for him to come home.
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