Chapter 243 Making Fried Noodles

I heard the two of them analyzing the types of soldiers they would join.

Although he knew that the hope was slim, He Yuzhu couldn't help but ask,

"Brother Dapeng, Brother Changqing,

You are either car soldiers or artillery soldiers, can't I go to the front line and be an infantryman? I want to be an infantryman, it would be so nice to be an infantryman, holding onto a machine gun and not letting go, how exciting it would be! "

"Hahaha, what are you thinking about?

Do you know how difficult it is for our People's Liberation Army to train motor soldiers and artillery soldiers?

How could the higher-ups allow someone like you who can drive and fire a cannon to charge into battle on the front lines?
If anyone dares to assign you to an infantry company on the front line, whoever assigns you there will be in big trouble."

"Nice pillar,
Our People's Liberation Army cannot do such a luxurious thing that seriously wastes talent.
You should just be a good driver and artillery soldier in the future, and don't even think about going to the front line to kill enemies with machine guns.

It is destined to have nothing to do with you."

While several people were talking,
The leaders of the warehouse have also made all preparations for distributing the supplies.

Seeing the trucks in front start to load supplies, He Yuzhu and his friends stopped talking nonsense. They followed the large group to move the cars and took advantage of their free time to help load the trucks and speed up efficiency.

As a large number of trucks set out one after another,
He Yuzhu also returned to the grain station near Shichahai with a load of grain, cotton and other supplies.

The grain station was also very busy at this time.
Outside the grain station, residents of Nanluoguxiang, big and small, lined up in a long queue;
At the gate of the grain station, Li Hongying was leading the government staff to register the residents who came to collect supplies and prepare fried noodles and bedding.

Inside the grain station, the director of the grain station was leading the workers to distribute food, cotton cloth and other supplies to the registered residents according to their needs;

The things in the warehouse were becoming scarce at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Seeing He Yuzhu and Ye Dapeng driving back with their fully loaded trucks, Wang Chuanrong, the grain station director, immediately came forward with several men carrying large bags.
"Dapeng and Xiaohe, you are finally here.
If you don’t come soon, there will be nothing left in my granary.”

Hearing Wang Chuanrong say that the grain station was almost emptied, He Yuzhu and Ye Dapeng were quite surprised, so they looked inside the grain station.
As expected, the food that was supposed to be full had been emptied by more than half.

So here are some curious questions,

"Director Wang, this is too much! All the people in Nanluoguxiang must be here!"

"Of course not.

When the people living near Nanluoguxiang heard that the volunteer army had won a great victory on the front line, they were extremely happy.
When I heard on the radio that the troops at the front were running low on food,
Before Director Li from the street government came forward to organize, many neighbors came to our grain station to inquire about the situation.

And it's not just here at our grain station,
There were also quite a lot of people queuing up at the state-owned stores near Nanluoguxiang, and the state-owned grain stores would come to our place from time to time to transport grain back.

Isn’t the demand going to be high? "

Seeing this was the case, He Yuzhu and the others did not ask any more questions.
Then he called on everyone to start unloading the goods from the truck.

The two of them didn't even have time to eat lunch, and they were busy until the afternoon, until all the neighbors in Nanluoguxiang who were willing to make fried noodles and quilts received the supplies.

He Yuzhu and the others finally had a chance to catch their breath.

"Zhu Zi, go back and eat and take a rest. We will continue in the afternoon." "Brother Cheng Dapeng, come over after I finish my meal."

As soon as he returned to the courtyard, He Yuzhu saw that He Daqing and the women in the courtyard had already set up several large stoves in the front yard and were making fried noodles according to the requirements of the Military Control Commission.
Seeing He Yuzhu coming back at this time, he asked casually,
"Zhu Zi, why are you back at this time?"

"I came back to eat.
Dad, is there any food at home? Bring some back quickly. I’m starving.”

Hearing that He Yuzhu came back to eat at this time, Aunt Yan, who was adding firewood to the big stove, immediately asked in surprise,
"Zhu Zi, you are on a mission today, right?
It's already this late, and the police station doesn't even provide any food?"

"Aunt, what are you thinking about?

All comrades in the branch office were provided with food.

There is a certain amount of food and vegetables each day, and everyone gets that much. If I eat, my comrades will have to eat less.

Do you think the police station will take care of my meals?

Besides, I am an activist in the branch and I get food subsidies. I would be embarrassed if they asked me to eat."

As soon as he finished speaking, He Daqing pointed in the direction of the main room.

"We had steamed buns and fried potato chips for lunch today. Since you didn't come back, we ate them by ourselves.
I'll leave the rest for you. It's on the stove. Go back and eat it yourself."

Soon, He Yuzhu returned to the front yard with his bowl of rice. He ate his lunch while watching He Daqing and the others busy.
"Dad, how many pots have you made today?"

“This is only the third pot.

After hauling coal this morning, we went to the state-owned grain store at the entrance of the alley to get some food and cotton cloth.
The old lady led your aunt, Aunt Zhang and a few others to make quilts in the backyard, while I led Aunt Liu, Aunt Yan and others to grind flour in the front.
I started making this fried noodles after lunch.

After finishing the first pot, a few of us grabbed a little to taste.
My goodness, this little bit of food almost choked me to death. It was dry and astringent. I had to drink several sips of water to swallow this fried noodles.

I really don’t know how the soldiers on the front line can eat it.”

Seeing He Daqing gesturing and complaining about fried noodles with a look of disgust, He Yuzhu smiled and shook his head and said,

"This is not possible,

Our air force was established only four months ago, and it has not yet formed any combat capability. It is impossible for the higher-ups to send them up, or else we would be heartbroken if one of them died.
As for the Russians, not only are they small in number in the Far East, but they cannot directly participate in the war and have to come up with excuses.
The front line now relies on those anti-aircraft artillery units, but they are being suppressed by the joint forces.

Our troops on the frontline are now afraid to cook, so naturally they can only eat this food. It is a bit unpalatable, but a mouthful of snow and a mouthful of noodles is not only convenient but also filling.

Things will get better slowly.”

Hearing this, He Daqing just sighed, and then began to urge He Yuzhu,

"Okay, stop standing here and watching the fun. Eat quickly and then go out to work. Don't cut off our supply of food and cotton cloth."

"I know, Dad. I'll go to work after eating."

After lunch, He Yuzhu went to the police station and drove the truck out.
He had just finished his first trip and was about to leave after unloading the goods when he saw the neighbors from Nanluoguxiang carrying large and small bags of grain to the entrance of the grain station to report to the staff of the street government.

(End of this chapter)