Chapter 242 Where He Yuzhu went (55)

I heard He Yuzhu say that the Beiping Military Control Commission required a higher level of

It is to grind various grains into powder, mix them, add salt and fry them. As a professional chef, He Daqing can easily imagine how unpalatable this thing is.
But when he was about to speak, He Yuzhu spoke again.

"Dad, since the Military Control Commission wants to mobilize the people of the whole city to make fried noodles and cotton-padded clothes and shoes, I guess the district office will definitely gather all the drivers from all departments in Shichahai to transport the supplies.
Then I won’t go with you to sell coal. I have to go back to the police station to see what’s going on.”

Seeing that He Yuzhu was busy, He Daqing did not stop him and nodded in agreement.
"Well, go quickly.

You don't have to worry about buying coal. The worst that can happen is that you just have to pay a little more and ask Mr. Zhu at the coal shop to arrange for his assistant to deliver it to you."

Seeing that He Daqing agreed, He Yuzhu said nothing and immediately ran out of the courtyard gate and ran to the branch office.

As soon as I entered the gate, I saw Lin Zheng gathering his comrades to assign tasks.

Seeing He Yuzhu running in, she immediately said,
"It just so happens that Zhuzi is here. Hurry to the car class. Dapeng and the others should not have left yet. Just ask him about the specific mission."

After hearing Lin Zheng's arrangement, He Yuzhu didn't waste any words and turned around to go to the car class.

When we got there, we saw Ye Dapeng and Yu Mingxiong leading several other members of the motor vehicle team getting ready to set off.

So he ran and shouted loudly,
"Brother Dapeng, wait! Wait!"

Hearing He Yuzhu's greeting, Ye Dapeng, who had just opened the truck door, turned around and waved to him with a smile.

"Hurry up, Zhuzi. I was just about to go to the courtyard to look for you, and you just happened to be here.

Director Lin asked me to tell you about this mission."

While he was talking, He Yuzhu had already run to Ye Dapeng, and then he heard him say,
"Pillar,
The Military Control Commission will mobilize the people of the city to rush to produce various logistical supplies.
Our task was to transport the grain, coal, cotton cloth and other supplies that had been stored in major warehouses by the Central Finance and Economics Committee since last year, which were enough for the people of Peiping to use for more than half a year, to the various grain stations and state-owned stores in Shichahai.

At that time, the comrades of the street government will organize the people in the area to go to the grain stations and state-owned stores to collect them.
The Military Control Commission’s requirement for us is that we would rather let the supplies gather dust in the warehouses of grain stations and state-owned stores than let the people wait for our supplies and waste their time.”

"Understood, Dapeng, don't worry, I promise I won't let you down."

Seeing He Yuzhu's confident look, Ye Dapeng stopped talking and opened the car door and climbed in.

"Okay, then hurry up and drive with us."

"coming!"

When He Yuzhu drove with Ye Dapeng and others to the warehouse at Chaoyangmen to collect supplies,
The various police stations in Beijing also organized numerous patrol teams and began to set up checkpoints and patrol the streets and alleys.
Be on guard against sabotage by spies and gangsters who have been silent for a long time.

When he drove the branch's convoy to Chaoyangmen, he saw that there were nearly a hundred large trucks waiting in an orderly queue.

He Yuzhu put the car in the queue.

Then open the door and get out.
While following Ye Dapeng and the others towards the drivers who were chatting in groups of three or five, he asked,
"Brother Dapeng, today's mission is so important, the Military Control Commission will have to dispatch more vehicles and drivers like they did last year during the food war.
Why are there only so few people this time? "

Hearing this, Ye Dapeng and Yu Mingxiong both laughed.

"Zhu Zi, you took a leave today, so you don't know what happened in the bureau.

I guess all the motor soldiers in the city are writing applications to go to the front to fight the foreign devils, so only so few people have come now.

You wait and see, there will surely be more people coming by then."

Sure enough, as soon as Ye Dapeng finished speaking, someone in the chat group asked, "Dapeng, did your Lin Bureau agree that you can go to the front line?"

Hearing someone greeting him from the other side, He Yuzhu subconsciously turned his head and saw that the person greeting him was Zhu Changqing, who had lost the bet last year.

He also went up to say hello, and then heard Ye Dapeng's somewhat disappointed reply,

"not yet,

Except for Zhuzi, most of the comrades in our branch wrote applications to go to the front line this morning. Director Lin has received them, but has not approved them, saying that they have to wait for the specific arrangements of the Military Control Commission.

What about you? Do you have any specific information from your bureau? "

"We are similar. The bureau also has to wait for the unified arrangement of the Military Control Commission before making a decision.
But I heard that the first batch going to the peninsula to support Korea this time is from our 4th Field Army, with 22 soldiers; the second batch that will leave soon is from the 3rd Field Army, with 16 soldiers.
38 troops were mobilized twice, and the enemy was a coalition army led by Mi Lijian.

This time, the higher-ups will definitely send a lot of motor soldiers from various departments of Daxia to the front line. We still have a good chance of getting on.

Just wait patiently."

"We can only wait. We can't disobey orders!"

As soon as Ye Dapeng finished speaking, He Yuzhu saw Zhu Changqing looking at him and asked,

"Zhu Zi, the leader has spoken. When are you going to sign up for the army? How about you join us as a motor soldier this time and transport supplies to the front line?"

Seeing Zhu Changqing asking about this, He Yuzhu could only spread his hands helplessly.
"Brother Zhu, I wanted to go with you guys.

But I won’t be 16 until March or April next year, and I can’t sign up now even if I want to, because the conscription office won’t accept me.”

Seeing He Yuzhu say this, Zhu Changqing subconsciously waved his hand.
“This matter is not simple.
Why don't you ask Director Li from your street government to help you change your date of birth? Anyway, the higher-ups won't be able to investigate it in detail."

As soon as Zhu Changqing finished speaking, he was interrupted by Ye Dapeng.

"I said, Lao Zhu, you are done!

You learned these crooked ways when you joined the army, but it works for you, not for the pillars.

How many leaders in our Peking Military Control Council knew about his situation?

If Zhu can be sent to the front line, even if he is a soldier at the front line, he must be transferred back.

I don't know how many leaders will suffer by then.

You think everyone is as stupid as you."

After saying that, Ye Dapeng punched Zhu Changqing, and then continued,

"Old Zhu, I think Zhuzi won't necessarily be a motor soldier even if he goes to the front. With his talent, the artillery might come to ask for him by then."

He Yuzhu was well-known in the Peking Military Control Commission. Many people knew that he was an accurate shooter.

Zhu Changqing couldn't help but nodded.
"Yes, Zhuzi has a talent for being an artilleryman and can drive. If he goes to the artillery unit, he can do the work of two people.
The higher-ups will definitely not let him follow us in transport operations."

(End of this chapter)