Liu Jianyun and Luo Haicheng looked at each other and followed in silently. Director Han was a little angry.

While looking for information, Liu Jianyun quietly provided Han Qingsong with some information, such as the two factions that had been fighting before. After listening, Han Qingsong was silent for a moment. Fighting against heaven and earth is not as bad as fighting against people. But in fact, all the struggles in this world can almost be attributed to the struggle between people.

At dawn, Han Qingsong finally found what he needed in a document.

Although the documents of several brigades in Qingshi Commune applying for ration distribution were rejected, the report on the final instructions on the return of rations and rations contained the following sentence: "All communes and brigades in x County have completed the work of ration distribution and return of rations."

The big red seals of the county government and the county party committee were clearly stamped on it, absolutely correct. I don't know who did it, maybe someone cheated secretly out of fear, or maybe someone didn't want to see those brigades implicated, anyway, just left this document.

For more than ten years, it lay in a pile of dusty documents with no one paying attention to it, causing one-third of the brigades in Qingshi Commune to suffer for ten years in vain.

Han Qingsong slapped the document on the table, and Luo Haicheng and Liu Jianyun came over to take a look. They were so excited that their eyes were red - or maybe it was because they were too excited. With this document, it means that Han Ju does not need to resign and take risks, nor does he need to threaten anyone.

"Director Han, your eyes are very sharp!" Liu Jianyun admired him very much. No wonder people said Director Han's eyes were scary. This document was also afraid and had to run in front of him to show his face.

Han Qingsong: "Show this to the Revolutionary Committee. I'm going to sleep for a while."

Luo Haicheng held it tightly, not daring to lose it. Even if he died a hundred times, he would never be able to get it back.

With this final document, there is nothing to argue about. Although it is a game of words, it is a summary report of the final instructions, which can overturn the previous rejection documents, just like an approval document that may have been accidentally lost and no one has seen it. Now that we have this document, everything is solved, and no one will be embarrassed or angry about it.

Everyone is happy.

Next, we will discuss the crimes of Tan Zhaoxiang, Yu Kangri and others.

Deputy Director Li: "Director Tan is also performing official duties, that's right."

Gao Weidong: "Yu Kangri was also pleading for the people, that's right."

Deputy Director Li's claws were swollen from clapping, and he finally said angrily, "Wang Dashun and Wang Ershun who stole food from Dawangzhuang must be killed!"

Gao Weidong had no objection. Although they had the same reason as Yu Kangri, that is, they all wanted food, Yu Kangri only hid the food in their village, while Dawangzhuang went directly to the commune food management office to rob.

The nature is completely different. It is not unjust to shoot him. If he is not shot, what if someone follows his example and robs him? What will happen then?

Han Qingsong said he would take a nap for a while, but he only dozed off for more than half an hour.

Luo Haicheng asked Han Qingyun to guard outside his door and report the meeting to Han Qingsong as soon as he woke up.

So Han Qingsong was the first to know that the Revolutionary Committee had tacitly agreed to shoot several members of Dawangzhuang who had robbed grain. He washed his face, put on a police hat, and strode to the meeting room.

"I urge you to think carefully about this. If you shoot the Wang Dashun brothers, you should also shoot Tan Zhaoxiang and Wang Jiankang."

Wang Jiankang is the party secretary of Dawangjiazhuang. He handed in all the grain early this year, but the return grain and relief grain were not distributed. As a result, the members of the cooperative were desperate and some of them went to rob the grain management office in the middle of the night.

We cannot shoot members just because they robbed food. We should consider why they robbed food. If the food distribution was not in accordance with the normal regulations, there would be no robbing of food now. Since those who were irresponsible at the time do not need to be punished now, why should those who robbed food for this reason be shot?

As long as there is enough food to survive and no one is starving to death, no one will steal the food. Just look at Xiaoyujia Village.

Wang Jiankang did not have the courage to fight against the Japanese. He simply tried to please the commune cadres. What was even more hateful was that he even withheld the few resale grains and relief grains.

There was another round of banging on the table and yelling, but no matter how Deputy Director Li jumped and cursed, Han Qingsong remained cold and neither got angry nor backed down. In the end, Deputy Director Li became discouraged.

He ruffled his hair and said irritably, "I am doing this for myself? I am doing this for everyone!"

In his opinion, if he wants to keep his position secure, the members must do their duty and the cadres must be united.

But he seemed to have forgotten that the cadres came from the members and that everyone was united, not hostile.

Finally, under Han Qingsong's argument, Wang Jiankang, secretary of the Dawangjia branch, was expelled from the party and sentenced to life imprisonment. The brigade secretary and the brothers Wang Dashun and Wang Ershun were commuted to life imprisonment and sent to Shanshui Farm for labor reform. Other grain robbers were also sentenced according to their circumstances.

Just when Deputy Director Li thought the matter was over, Han Qingsong said: "We should thoroughly check the public grain and resale grain accounts of Qingshi Commune and each brigade."

The Qingshi Commune had accounts to check how much food grain and surplus grain it sold each year, and how much grain it sold back. Even if there were false accounts, the amount the members received was known, so they could not be false. Once checked, it would be clear how much the commune had embezzled and how much the brigade cadres had withheld, and no one who deserved punishment would escape punishment.

When Tan Zhaoxiang next door heard this, he fainted from fright.

The Revolutionary Committee passed a resolution to check the accounts and distribute rations. A checkup team was set up, with the Minister of Agriculture as the team leader, to check all the accounts. At the same time, the ration distribution and the amount of public rations paid by several brigades were re-verified. Not only would the rations of this year be returned to those brigades, but compensation would also be given for the previous payments. The compensation method was to pay a lower proportion of public rations each year until the balance was reached.

After hearing the news, Yu Kangri burst into tears and knelt on the ground, thanking the Party and the government earnestly.

Finally, Deputy Director Li had a fierce argument with the Revolutionary Committee about the punishment of Yu Tan Zhaoxiang and Yu Kangri. At first, he wanted to kill Yu Kangri, but later he said that if Yu Kangri was not killed, Tan Zhaoxiang could not be killed either.

Even if there was a discrepancy between the amount of food rations and the amount of food sold back to the Qingshi Commune, how much could Tan Zhaoxiang eat? After all, many people from top to bottom had also received benefits.

The Revolutionary Committee voted to give Yu a warning within the Anti-Japanese Party and to continue serving as the brigade secretary despite his crime, while Tan Zhaoxiang was given a warning within the Party and demoted and transferred out of Qingshi Commune.

As for the "loss" of documents ten years ago, the blame should be borne by the students and workers who caused trouble during the Cultural Revolution. It is possible that the documents were destroyed during the looting and smashing.

Although the result was not satisfactory, Han Qingsong achieved his goal.

After all, it was a surprise that Yu Kangri was saved and rations were provided to Qingshi Commune without him having to resign.

The county called Shanshui Commune, Shanshui Farm, and Qingshi Commune, and all parties took action immediately.

The county working group also rushed to the countryside to take over and arrange the follow-up work of Qingshi Commune, distribute food rations, etc.

Han Qingsong went to a meeting after dinner, not wanting to stay any longer. After the truth was revealed, he had nothing to do. He went to the logistics department to withdraw diesel for his motorcycle. Originally, he could only get 30 kilograms, but he insisted on asking for 60 kilograms.

The logistics director was about to cry, but after being glared at by Han Qingsong, he obediently signed the order.

After receiving the diesel, Han Qingsong handed over the rest of the follow-up work to his subordinates and drove his motorcycle home.

…

Yu Kucai is so happy. She has never been so happy since she was a child!

"Dad, Mom, hurry up, the team is distributing rations!

"I am ten years old this year. Can I share more than 200 kilograms? Dad and mom can share nearly 400 kilograms. Haha, that's great, that's great!

"I told you that it was the fairy who came to bring us food, but you said she was a fool and wanted to exchange a nest for a stone."

Yu Kucai's mother wrapped herself in a torn quilt from home and tied it tightly with hemp to prevent it from falling off. She really had no clothes to cover her body.

She was also very happy, "Mom, I'm wrong, I'm wrong, it's a fairy, it's a fairy, she's bringing us food."

Although Yu Kucai's father didn't say anything, his eyes were red. He carried the broken sieve at home, and Yu Kucai held the winnowing basket. Because they had no decent belongings, they had to carry them home bit by bit.

Neighbors also came out one after another. Even the half-naked old women washed themselves. Some wrapped themselves in torn sheets, while others wore straw raincoats without any clothes on. Anyway, as long as they could cover their bodies, they came out to see this grand occasion.

"Share the rations! Share the rations!"

"Chairman M and the Party haven't forgotten us!"

At this time, someone shouted: "Go to the households to distribute food, no need to carry it yourself!"

Public security personnel from the county, commune and Shanshui Commune supervised the accountant, security director and others of their brigade as they drove the only two ox carts in the village to distribute food to every household.

All the villagers came out of their homes and stood on the street waiting for the oxcarts to come and deliver food to their families, crying their eyes out and sobbing uncontrollably.

"Finally, we have food!"

Children like Yu Kucai were the happiest and least burdened; they even had the mood to joke and laugh.

A boy laughed and said, "The Dawang Family Village is transporting food from the commune to distribute rations to them. Many people in their village came to the main road outside the village to welcome them. They were so happy that they fell to the ground and cried!"

Yu Kucai: "I also want to lie on the ground and cry, I'm happy!"

As soon as they got their food, they started to cook happily. There was no time to grind the mill, so they just soaked it in water and boiled it over low heat to make wheat rice.

"After we had our share of food, we went to the fields. The corn fields were covered with weeds that were very tall."

"Yes, yes, let's go after dinner."

The staff from top to bottom never thought that "eating" could be such an exciting and beautiful word.

We eat every day, although we don't have big fish and meat every day, but we can eat it after all. We can't eat white flour every day, but we can still eat two-grain flour mixed flour and wedge-shaped steamed buns.

But for the members of Xiaoyujia Village, being able to have a proper meal at home is already a hard-earned happiness.

Cao had been helping Chen Gongan. He was reluctant to come at first, thinking he was a propagandist, not a laborer. But after he came and distributed food to the members, he saw how excited they were, thanking him repeatedly, and the light in their eyes suddenly gave him a new understanding.

It was a feeling I had never experienced before.

He felt that these were what his father and those revolutionary martyrs wanted to protect and fight for.

He suddenly became full of energy, stopped complaining, and took the initiative to help the members who had no strength to carry the wheat into the house.

Looking at the dilapidated houses of the members, with bare walls, he felt that his father had died, but the government and the brigade took good care of him, much better than these people. He should be grateful, not dissatisfied and wanting more.

When it was Yu Kucai's turn, she was not in a hurry to get food. Instead, she chased Cao and asked, "Uncle, where is Sister Lin? Why didn't she come? We were looking for stones for her."

Cao was stunned. Uncle? Sister Lin?

Yu Kucai: "Is she busy? Why doesn't she come when we have food? I asked her to come to my house for dinner. If she doesn't get food, we can find stones for her."

Cao felt a little upset, "Lin is busy with work."

Yu Kucai smiled happily and said, "Please say hello to Sister Lin for me. Let her be busy. I will collect some stones and bring some food to see her later."

She said the word "food" very forcefully, full of pride and gratitude.

Officer Cao nodded and said, "Okay, I'll tell her."

Yu Kucai ran away singing the song of running away.

Officer Cao said that Lin Lan was busy. Of course she was busy, busy with work and family.

But she was not busy for nothing. No matter what she did, she always tried to find a way to maximize efficiency. For example, she was in charge of the Criticize Lin Biao and Criticize Confucius Movement, but she changed it to criticize feudal customs. Although this matter was her credit, she did not take all the credit when she was promoted to a regular position. She also brought in people from the Propaganda Office and the Communications Office to participate.

With their help and by mobilizing the brigade's propagandists, the propaganda of Shanshui Commune would be much easier and she only needed to control the overall situation.

So she would first go to the commune or a certain brigade, and then she could move freely.

She has been knitting sweaters these days!

Lin Lan wants to knit a sweater for Sanwang, but she is too busy to find time to knit it. She is also embarrassed to take it to work because it will have a bad impact. Fortunately, Mai Sui also helps her knit. The little girl is quick-eyed and quick-handed. Sometimes she can knit a lot just by listening to the radio. Now that she has knitted more than half of it, Lin Lan wants to finish knitting it and send it to Sanwang so that he can wear it in autumn and early winter. Wearing the sweater of his mother's brand, the little brother can also feel her love and avoid homesickness.

She wanted to go home to knit and cook after working at the company, but just as she was about to leave by bicycle, she heard the female announcer yelling, "Manager Lin, phone call! Manager Lin, phone call!"

The sound from the loud speaker was so poor quality that Lin Lan shivered and almost fell to the ground. She was going home to knit a sweater, but she felt guilty because she thought she was caught.

She parked the car and trotted to the communications team, "Wang Fang, where's the phone number?"

Wang Fang laughed excitedly, "Provincial capital, Officer Lin, come quickly, our son is calling!"

Lin Lan: We? ...I just thought you were joking with me.

She took two steps at a time and rushed forward, grabbing the microphone. "Son, I miss you so much!"

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment, and then a steady man's voice came, "Comrade Lin Lan?"

Lin Lan: …………

She subconsciously straightened her back and glanced at Wang Fang.

The microphone was not sealed and leaked sound. Wang Fang naturally heard it and smiled apologetically. It was indeed a child who held the microphone and shouted, "Mom, I miss you so much!"

Lin Lan immediately started chatting with the person in official Mandarin. The person who called turned out to be the swimming coach of the Capital National Swimming Team, whose surname was Bian. He said that Sanwang had very good qualities, and although he was still a little young, he wanted to take him to the Asian Games for training.

Lin Lan was a little confused holding the microphone. She understood every word, but when they were put together, she didn't quite understand what was going on.

"Coach, what did you say?"

Coach Bian smiled and said patiently, "Student Han Wangmin has excellent swimming performance. I want to take him abroad to participate in the Asian Games."

Oh my god! Lin Lan cried out in her heart, she was so excited that the blood rushed to her head and her body was shaking slightly. But her voice was steady, and she seemed particularly calm after deliberately restraining it in order not to embarrass herself.

She said, "Coach Bian, I really appreciate your appreciation. This is a great opportunity for us Sanwang. You are his mentor. That is -"

She paused, and the person over there became a little nervous, and you could even hear his breathing.

Doesn't she want me to go?

Lin Lan continued, "Coach Bian, our Sanwang is young and a little confused. He doesn't know how to take care of himself. Coach, you must keep an eye on him and don't let him get lost when we go abroad."

Coach Bian laughed, "Comrade Lin Lan, don't worry about that. We have special staff to follow you, and we also have translators."

Of course Lin Lan knew it, but she still had to give the instructions. If she gave the instructions, the coach would be more attentive.

Coach Bian said: "This time, we will call your parents and get your consent. The provincial sports school supervisor will contact your parents about the subsequent allowances and food coupons, so please rest assured. Because Han Wangmin is really outstanding, we plan to give him more allowances and food coupons as rewards. In this way, he will have 56 yuan and 34 kilograms of food coupons a month in the future..."

Although there was a lot of money and food coupons, Lin Lan was not excited.

She was still wondering in her heart, I let my son go swimming because he likes it, not for the sake of earning allowances, so why didn’t I let my son talk to me during such a precious phone call opportunity, instead of talking nonsense!

After waiting for Coach Bian to finish his words, Lin Lan found the time to ask, "Coach, is Sanwang here?"

Coach Bian asked her to wait.

Lin Lan tilted her ears to listen, but there was no movement in the phone, probably because the phone was covered.

Soon, the microphone was picked up, and Sanwang's unrestrained panting voice came from it, "Mom, I miss you so much!!!"

Lin Lan's ears buzzed, and she pressed them, "Son, keep your voice down."

Sanwang immediately said in a very low voice, "Mom, I know. Tell me quietly and I'll tell you quietly. They can't hear you."

Listening to her son's tone of voice like an underground gang leader, Lin Lan said: ………What the hell is going on?

Lin Lan: "Son, you are going to the provincial capital now. Are you eating well and sleeping well..."

"Mom, I eat very well. You should also eat well at home." Sanwang's voice was filled with tears.

Lin Lan: "Mom is fine. She eats three meals a day. Be careful when you sleep. Sleep on the lower bunk, not the upper bunk."

"Mom, I'm sleeping well, I won't fall down." Sanwang said in a low voice, "Mom, my allowance and food coupons have increased now. We have enough food, I will send the allowance and food coupons back, you remember to collect them. 56 yuan, 34 kilograms of food coupons, you must remember not to let others deduct them secretly."

Lin Lan smiled and said, "Your father is from the Public Security Bureau, who dares? You have to go abroad if you want to go to the capital, you don't have to give it to mom, just take it. Just buy whatever you need to buy in the capital, don't let yourself down."

Sanwang has already started sobbing.

Lin Lan thought he was homesick, so she quickly comforted him, "When are you going to the capital? Mom is knitting a sweater for you. I'll send it to the provincial capital when it's ready in the next two days."

Sanwang: "Mom, please stop knitting. It's tiring. We are all getting clothes."

Lin Lan: "It's already been woven, and all that's left is to hem it. The one I woven for you can't be worn by others, because the size won't fit."

Of course Lin Lan was embarrassed to say that she had only woven half of it, but when she said that the whole thing would be specially for him, Sanwang agreed.

He went to ask for the address and read it to Lin Lan, making sure the postal code was correct.

"Mom, you must eat enough. Don't be hungry."

Lin Lan couldn't help herself when she heard Sanwang crying on the phone, "Mom misses you too, go to the capital and train well, don't worry about home. Take good care of yourself when you go abroad, find a coach if you have any problems, don't wander around. Foreigners don't speak the language, try to translate..."

At this time, the three prosperity were promoted there.

Coach Bian gestured to him, indicating that the time was about right and he needed to go through the formalities.

Sanwang nodded, and whispered to Lin Lan, "Mom, I'll send you some money when the time comes."

Lin Lan thought it should be a photo of ***, "Good son, mother likes it very much." At that time, everyone was proud to have been to ***.

"Mom, please eat your meal and go buy some meat—" He hung up before he finished the sentence.

After hanging up the phone, Lin Lan felt a little sad, but she also felt a little unreal when she thought about her son going to the capital and participating in the Asian Games at such a young age. How could Sanluzi be so amazing? But when she thought about it, he was indeed amazing in his previous life. Although he didn't use a watch to calculate, he was no worse than a professional athlete.

Brother San is awesome!

Lin Lan encouraged herself, wondering whether the Asian Games could be broadcasted in the country.

Oh, she had to hurry home to knit the sweater. She had to finish it in the next two days and mail it out tomorrow. Then she could ask for help from the county revolutionary committee to mail it out. It would be much faster than an ordinary package and it should arrive in two days at most by train.

She didn't care about anything else and hurried out on her bike. She thought that she had been busy with work these days and had not cooked properly for the children. She didn't know how Han Qingsong was doing in the county, so she went to the supply and marketing cooperative and the slaughterhouse to buy some meat.

The third son asked her to buy some meat, this kid! But she was happy to talk to him on the phone, and the family was also happy that he could go to the Asian Games.

Therefore, buying meat to celebrate is a must.

On the other end of the phone, in the office of the Provincial Sports School Revolutionary Committee, Sanwang was crying loudly.

"My mother loves me so much. She knitted sweaters for me even when we couldn't afford to eat. I must swim well and come back with good grades."

Coach Bian didn't understand the situation and really thought Sanwang's family was so poor that they couldn't even make ends meet. He did know that Sanwang's father was the director of the commune's Public Security Bureau, but he didn't expect that the director's family couldn't even make ends meet.

What a good cadre!

"Sanwang, keep going. If you are elected this time, your allowance and food stamps will not change, but will increase. If you win, there will be rewards."

Sanwang wiped away his tears and said, "Coach, I will try my best, don't worry!" The blood in his body seemed to be burning!

Coach Bian asked him to pack up, "We need to meet up in the capital. We will be in Tehran after about a month of training."

"Leaving today?" Sanwang was a little confused. "My mother wanted to send me a sweater. She couldn't bear to eat or wear the sweater she bought for me."

Coach Bian: "It's okay, let's go there first. When your sweater arrives, let Teacher Chu take the sweater to the capital." They had to let Chu Yunfeng stay in the capital for a while, which would help the new coach and Sanwang to get used to each other.

Sanwang was relieved. "Thank you, coach. You are such a good person. Can you send me a letter when I get to the capital? I want to send one to my mother."

Coach Bian laughed and said, "Sure, I'll take a photo with you and ***."

Sanwang muttered in his heart, I wonder when I can take a photo with Chairman M. That way my mother will be very happy.

Originally he was feeling a little sad because he missed home and didn't want to go to the capital or go abroad, but now he was as excited as a chicken and couldn't wait to go to the Asian Games to see what it was like.

Coach Bian really likes this simple child. He looks carefree but a little shrewd, smart but a little confused. But no matter what, this child makes him feel real and sincere. His eyes are sincere and clear, and he is sincere from the inside out.

He likes it.

Coach Bian was very excited to discover such a talented swimmer. After all, domestic swimmers are not good enough and cannot compete internationally. So when he heard that there was a young Flying Fish in Province D, Coach Bian was very curious and immediately contacted the provincial sports school to find out the news.

In fact, he originally just wanted to meet the kid and see if he had any potential. After watching Sanwang's training and competition records, and then seeing the scene, Coach Bian immediately decided to hire him. He didn't just take him to see the world, but actually took him to participate in the Asian Games.

The number of players and events of the national team had been reported a while ago, and the specific list of athletes would be determined about a month before the competition. He decided to focus on training Sanwang during this period, and use his results to persuade the General Administration of Sports to eliminate other athletes and take Sanwang to participate!

Even if he doesn't win a prize this time, he can still gain experience and lay a foundation for future competitions. He believes that this child has great potential that can be tapped and can win glory for the country.

At night, the coach took Sanwang to sit in the sleeper berth of the express train. In order to prevent him from falling down due to restlessness, Coach Bian specially let him sleep at the bottom. Once Sanwang decided to go, he ate and got on the train, and fell asleep as soon as he got on the train, without any worries at all.

I slept very well!

Coach Bian looked at the scene with a kind look in his eyes. This child is really amazing. He is only 11 years old and he is so capable. His parents are also amazing. They have educated their child so well. Then Sanwang began to mumble: "Sauced pork elbow, crystal pork elbow, roasted pig's trotter, roasted whole lamb... mumble, come... eat quickly, eat whatever you want... Brother Xiaowang, mother, father, eldest brother, sister, second brother..."

Coach Bian: …

This child is so filial that he can't forget his parents even when he dreams about eating.

What a good boy!

When Sanwang woke up, it was already daybreak. They had just arrived in Beijing. Coach Bian was leading him and had already called to arrange a car to pick them up.

Sanwang sat in the jeep with his mouth wide open. It was not just the big jeep, but also the wide, clean streets, the rows of beautiful trees, and the clusters of pretty flowers. Not only did he stick his head out, but his whole body was about to stick out.

Coach Bian pulled him back to prevent him from falling out.

"Sanwang, be careful when riding in a car, or you might get your head scratched." Coach Bian pointed to the trees on the side of the road.

Sanwang immediately took his head back to avoid any accidents.

Coach Bian said to the driver, "Master Du, let's go around ***."

Their license plate is also considered an internal license plate, so if you look around there, there should be no problem.

When they passed by, Sanwang saw it from a distance and jumped up excitedly, "Door, door, door..."

Fortunately, Coach Bian held down his head in time, otherwise his strong head would have hit the carport and broken it.

This child, this is like Granny Liu entering the Grand View Garden.

Sanwang: "Wow~~ it really is a door!"

Coach Bian smiled and said, "What did you think it was before?" It should be in the newspaper.

Sanwang: "I thought... it was a mountain."

Hahahaha, even the driver couldn't help laughing.

When Sanwang heard the word *** for the first time when he was a child, his first reaction was: ***, it means a door in the sky.

Only mountains are as high as the sky, so *** should be the mountain. Because of the first impression, even if he saw pictures of *** many times in the newspaper, he still didn't think it was ***.

Sanwang followed Coach Bian into the capital, talking non-stop all the way. He was still a little confused until he arrived at the National Sports General Administration Training Bureau compound on Tiyuguan Road in Dongcheng District.

Beijing Gymnasium was built in 1955, and after its completion this road was changed to Gymnasium Road.

"Coach, am I in the capital?"

Coach Bian smiled and said, "Yes, this is the General Administration of Sports, which was established in 1951. It is quite old."

Sanwang looked over and saw two armed policemen in green uniforms standing guard on both sides of the large iron gate with guns in their hands!

Inside the big iron gate are tube-shaped buildings, four stories high, all with large pointed roofs. They look like the roofs of your own homes and seem quite familiar.

Coach Bian helped him carry his few luggages, while Sanwang carried his own schoolbag and followed Coach Bian cautiously for the first time. The previous disturbance was actually a joke of the door, so he was cautious now and didn't say anything to avoid being laughed at.

Even if you say it, you have to wait until you are familiar with it!

Coach Bian knew that the kid must be a little nervous when visiting a big place like the capital for the first time. He encouraged Sanwang: "The training task is tight. Today, I will let you get familiar with the compound and handle the food and oil relations. Tomorrow, you will start the intensive training. After the Asian Games, I will take you to visit the capital."

Sanwang nodded: "Okay."

His expression was a little serious, but he couldn't help looking around.

Coach Bian told him that the compound was divided into two parts, the east yard was the training area, the west yard was the living area, and there was a cafeteria in the compound.

"The swimming pool at the Capital Gymnasium is much bigger than the one at your district sports school, and also bigger than the one in the province. And it's indoors, so it doesn't matter if it rains or snows."

Sanwang was immediately interested and wanted to swim a few laps right away.

"I'll take you to the cafeteria to eat first, and then to the dormitory. You take a rest and I'll go and arrange food and oil for you." Coach Bian was extra patient and considerate because he was just a little kid.

Sanwang nodded.

He had lived in the regional sports school for a year and had been to the provincial capital, so he was not a fool who had never seen the world. But when he was in school, he was either training, participating in competitions, or going to the radio station every day, so he really didn't have much time to hang out.

The capital is naturally larger and more prosperous than those places.

They went to the canteen first. It was such a big canteen, probably even bigger than the barley field in their village. If there weren't so many tables and chairs, it would be a perfect place to dry the food. The cement floor was free of dirt and clods, saving the trouble of compacting the field.

It was not yet time for lunch, but Coach Bian went to turn on the stove for him.

White flour steamed buns, dumplings, sugar-coated steamed buns, roasted wheat, steamed dumplings, thin steamed cakes, as well as side dishes, and a big bowl of tomato and egg dumpling soup.

Sanwang looked at the food on the table. Although the quantity of each item was not much, there were so many kinds. It was too rich.

Coach Bian even brought over a plate of stinky tofu and asked with a smile, "Do you want some?"

Sanwang's hair almost stood up because of the stink. "Coach, your fermented tofu is bad."

Coach Bian laughed, "This is stinky tofu, not bad."

Sanwang: "If it stinks, isn't it bad?"

Coach Bian: ...Is it broken?

He broke open a steamed bun, put a piece of stinky tofu in it, took a big bite, and sighed with satisfaction.

Sanwang: “!!!” You still eat it even though it’s stinky? How come the capital is worse than us… No, they eat better, they have steamed buns every day.

He picked up a sugar-coated steamed bun and thought it was good, so he wrote it down and bought it for his mother. He ate another steamed bun and thought it was good, so he wrote it down. He tried them all and thought they were delicious!

Except for stinky tofu.

Coach Bian smiled and said, "We have roast duck tonight, roast duck wrapped in pancakes."

Sanwang glanced at the cake on the table, picked it up and took a look. It was not as good as the one rolled by his mother, but he was looking forward to the roast duck.

He nodded and said, "Thank you, Coach, for taking me to eat delicious food."

Sanwang has a big appetite and he can even drink a bowl of dumpling soup at the end. The cafeteria chef also gave him a big plate of watermelon.

"It must be tiring to come all this way. It's hot. Let's have some watermelon."

The dark green skin, bright red sandy flesh, and black seeds look very sweet.

Sanwang chuckled and said, "Thank you, Master."

The chef thought the child was very interesting. He had a slightly white crescent scar on his forehead and his skin was tanned black. He looked like a little Bao Gong. "Eat, there's more if you don't have enough."

A chef always likes to see people enjoying the aroma of their food; this is the best compliment to his cooking skills.

After dinner, Coach Bian took Sanwang to the dormitory.

They went to the Athletes Building, which was also a typical tube-shaped building built in the 1950s. The windows on the four floors were not big. Going up the stairs led to a narrow and long corridor with small rooms on both sides. Each room was six to ten square meters, with two to ten people living in it. There were lights in the corridor, but it was very dim, so you could only see the road clearly. There were some messy things on both sides of the corridor, and you had to take an S-shaped bend to pass through.

Coach Bian smiled and said, "I'll arrange a room facing the sun for you. We have heating here, so it'll be warm in the winter."

The room had been arranged long ago, and Coach Bian had also considered that Sanwang was not arranged in the large room where the swimmers gathered, but in a small mixed room.

There are also extra athletes from track and field, diving, table tennis, basketball, etc. living together in the dormitories.

Coach Bian arranged a four-person dormitory for us.

Coach Bian had already explained the situation to Sanwang on the way, teaching him how to greet his roommates, how to get along with them, etc. The athletes here are much older than those in their sports school, so naturally the way they get along with each other is also different.

Sanwang said to himself: Hello everyone, I am an athlete from Province D, my name is Han Wangmin.

As a result, when Coach Bian pushed open the door, he saw a table with a pair of legs underneath and two people sitting on it. He became nervous and blurted out, "Hello, I'm an athlete from Sanwang..."