noffsinger Chapter 261 Chinese New Year
Chapter 261 Chinese New Year
Zhao Gang was originally a good college student. Although he dropped out of school, he was also a cultured person.
In this way, Li Yunlong led him to become a cultural "ruffian".
But this is very characteristic of an independent column.
When Mr. Bray from Chongqing saw the response of the Independent Column, he felt a sense of helplessness and confusion.
He didn't know who he was "fighting" against, a high-ranking military official or a street-swearing older sister?
Chen Bulei fell into deep self-doubt. At this moment, he really wanted to open Zhao Gang's brain to see what he was thinking.
As soon as the "Letter to All Fellow Countrymen" was published, a wave of donations to the Eighth Route Army swept across the country.
It is hard for people all over the country to imagine that the Eighth Route Army was eating diseased livestock and using weapons and equipment of substandard quality?
Chongqing, Guiyang, Chengdu and Kunming successively launched large-scale public fundraising activities, and young students, patriotic businessmen and ordinary Chinese people all donated their own ideas.
Didn’t the transport captain expect that he would provide another assist to the Eighth Route Army?
At this time, you can hear the sound of the back molars grinding.
At the Eighth Route Army's front-line command, the deputy commander-in-chief smiled from ear to ear as he watched the Eighth Route Army's liaison offices in various places continuously sending back various supplies.
"Our little brother who separated from the family is really capable! Now I really regret the separation."
"Haha, deputy commander, even though we've separated, aren't we still brothers in the same trench? You're still finding ways to send us supplies."
"Yes, we are wronging them! After the New Year, we will see if there is anything we can cooperate with. Although we are poor, we should give them a gift in return, right?"
In this battle of public opinion, the Independent Column won a great victory.
People across the country no longer care about the affiliation of the independent column, but instead feel more sympathetic towards the Eighth Route Army.
In the blink of an eye, it was New Year's Eve.
Li Yunlong, Zhao Gang, Wang Meng and Lin Shubing held a brief summary meeting and arranged the work of New Year's Eve condolences.
"Old Li, I think we should go to the grassroots troops to take a look. We also have three newly established infantry divisions. I just don't know if the grassroots troops welcome us."
Wang Meng and Lin Shubing looked at each other.
"Lao Li, Lao Zhao, I think we should just forget it. If we go to the grassroots troops, they will definitely be busy welcoming us. It's hard to celebrate the New Year, so let's have some peace and quiet."
Lin Shubing fully agreed. It seemed like a good thing for leaders to go to the grassroots to express their condolences, but it was a task and a test for the officers and soldiers at the grassroots level.
You have to clean the place, wipe the yellow leaves off the trees, and clean the gaps between the bricks in the toilet, right?
Also, the New Year’s Eve dinner can’t just be about eating and drinking, right? It has to include a whole program, right?
People just want to spend the New Year in peace and quiet, but you end up causing trouble. Even if they don't dare to say it, how many people would really welcome it in their hearts?
"Yeah, why don't we just forget about it and wait until they are done with the New Year, then we can go and see if there are any problems that need our help to solve."
Zhao Gang also nodded. It seemed that he still did not put himself in other people's shoes and took things for granted.
"Then let's put it this way. We won't go there in person, but we still have to send some gifts. It's at least a token of our appreciation. Then we'll go around Pingshun County and have some fun with everyone."
Finally, Li Yunlong made the decision that all Spring Festival relief supplies should be delivered to various troops as soon as possible, without engaging in formalism, and each unit should carry out celebration activities according to local conditions.
"Also, the combat readiness of each unit cannot be relaxed. Especially at times like this, we must be more careful about the Japanese making trouble. They have been quiet for so long, it seems like they have been holding back for something good!"
"Okay, I'll arrange the combat readiness mission."
Wang Meng took the initiative to take the job.
The task of communicating with the local government about New Year's greetings naturally fell to Zhao Gang.
Lin Shubing was responsible for serving the bigwigs of Pingshun Academy of Sciences, and also had to study the reception and work arrangements for the foreign experts who would arrive in the spring.
Li Yunlong was free now and prepared to have a couple of drinks.
"Old Li, you've been busy this year, so I'll give you a day off, but please don't get drunk!"
"Hehe, it's still Old Zhao who cares about me. Don't worry, I've never been afraid of anyone at the wine table!"
Zhao Gang was speechless. This doesn't mean you should get others drunk, but you should not get drunk yourself.
"Forget it, forget it, it's up to you!"
After saying that, the three of them went their separate ways, and Li Yunlong also called a jeep and headed towards Pingshun County.
On New Year's Eve, not many people were doing business, but everyone had money and moved piles of things home, so the county town was still as bustling as the previous few days.
Li Yunlong originally wanted to go to Jia Gui's place to take a look, but when he saw that the government workers were also busy, he did not go to join in the fun.
At the gate of the government office, Li Yunlong found a noodle stall and ordered a bowl of oil-splashed noodles.
Watching the boiling hot oil being poured on the chili peppers, a burst of fragrance hits you in the face, it is so delicious.
"Boss, according to previous years, you closed on the 29th of the twelfth lunar month. How come you're open until the Chinese New Year this year?"
"Boss, it turns out that the common people in Pingshun are poor. It's as difficult to celebrate the New Year as it is to celebrate the New Year. Forget about having a good meal. It's good enough if we don't get smashed by debt collectors!"
The noodle stall owner threw the remaining noodle into the boiling water, cooked it, and added it to Li Yunlong's bowl.
"I'll give you the last bit of noodles! Now, we ordinary people have money in our hands. We just wander around the streets every day and buy whatever we want. That's why we have opened these shops until today."
After the noodle stall owner finished speaking, he started packing up the pots and pans, preparing to go home for the New Year.
Seeing that people were living a better life, Li Yunlong was full of motivation and said that everything else was nonsense and that ensuring that people had enough food and clothing was the real work.
Li Yunlong picked up the bowl and slurped the noodles, sweating profusely as he ate.
But just as I was concentrating on eating noodles, a familiar figure appeared among the gradually thinning crowd.
not good!
Li Yunlong quickly lowered his head and almost buried his face in the bowl, completely covering his big face.
There was a sound of dragging a chair, followed by a clear female voice.
"Boss, give me a bowl of sauerkraut noodles! I'm starving!"
The noodle stall owner wiped his hands on his apron apologetically.
"I'm sorry, little girl, we're out of noodles. I just gave them all to the boss."
The little girl touched her rumbling stomach and leaned her head forward. The disappointment in her eyes turned into surprise.
"Commander Li, why are you here? How come you have time to come and eat noodles?"