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The time to go to the army to express condolences is set on the 24th of the twelfth lunar month, Little New Year's Eve.

During the small New Year, it is to worship the Stove Lord.

There has been a debate between the north and the south about whether to celebrate the Little New Year on the 23rd or 24th of the twelfth lunar month.

According to records, from the Jin Dynasty to the Qianlong period, the Lunar New Year was celebrated on the 24th day of the twelfth lunar month. On this day, there would be activities to worship the Kitchen God in the palace.

"Qing Jia Lu" records: "On the 24th of the twelfth lunar month, it is the night to send the stove."

But in the middle and late Qing Dynasty, for unknown reasons, the palace suddenly held sacrificial activities twenty-three days in advance.

The emperor must be a weathervane. If the palace holds sacrifices on the 23rd of the twelfth lunar month, the capital and surrounding areas will also change accordingly.

So the areas around the capital, that is, in the north, changed the Little New Year to the 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month. As for the south, the sky is high and the emperor is far away, so the traditional custom of celebrating the small year on the 24th day of the twelfth lunar month continues.

This is probably the reason why the Northern and Southern regions celebrate Xiaonian on different days.

Back to topic.

At 2:30 in the afternoon on the 24th, the leaders’ car arrived in the town where KJ was located.

There is a sign next to it: Military restricted area, local vehicles are prohibited from entering.

That's true, but there are also many ordinary people in the town. With so many people in the town, there are always two families with good conditions who have bought a car and can drive in.

Everything that can be driven in is not an absolute restricted area.

The car drove into the town and continued driving for more than three kilometers when a second sign saying "Military Restricted Area" appeared.

The motorcade slowly approached and then stopped because someone was waiting there.

Xiang Nuan and his group got out of the car and wanted to change into a car driven by the army.

"Secretary Tao..." A man in his fifties who looked like a political cadre shouted and took the lead in saluting Xiang Nuan.

"Political Commissar Yang..." Xiang Nuan extended his hand and the two shook hands.

Everyone shook hands one by one.

After exchanging greetings, Political Commissar Yang said to Xiang Nuan: "Thank you all leaders for coming to our unit to express condolences. There is still a way to get in. Your car's chassis is not good, so replace it with ours."

Xiang Nuan nodded and took the lead in getting on a military vehicle with a high chassis.

Others also got on the bus.

Political Commissar Yang got into the car where Xiang Nuan was sitting.

"Secretary Tao, this is your first time here. I will give you a good introduction later."

Xiang Nuan waved his hand: "I don't need an introduction. An organization like yours has rules. I won't pry around."

Political Commissar Yang laughed: "You are also a member of the military, and we absolutely trust you."

Xiang Nuan waved his hand: "Just show us the style of the soldiers later."

Political Commissar Yang breathed a sigh of relief.

Although these are local leaders, the army has its own rules and refuses to visit some places.

But they can't leave the local area. After all, they often need some support and help from the local government. If Secretary Tao really asks to visit, they won't be able to refuse due to face.

The car drove for another twenty minutes before we actually entered this mysterious army.

Of course, the convoy drove directly to the daily office area, and they would not be taken into more mysterious places.

As soon as they got out of the car, soldiers lined up to applaud.

Wave to Nuan and others.

Political Commissar Yang led them into the office area and said as he walked: "What a coincidence, Lao Cao was urgently called away this morning by the superiors, so he is not here."

Xiang Nuan nodded and said it didn't matter: "It's the same with you here. It's not that I said bad things about him. It's just his loud voice. If he talks next to me for half an hour, I'll get tinnitus when I go back."

Political Commissar Yang laughed.

It was Xiang Nuan's first time here, but she was well aware of the confidentiality regulations, so after visiting the office area, she directly asked to go to the kitchen.

There are no secrets there.

Political Commissar Yang was naturally happy. In the open space in front of the canteen, the soldiers performed several performances for the leaders who came to express condolences, and then went to the canteen to make dumplings.

People in the south don’t eat many dumplings, but glutinous rice balls and rice cakes are more commonly eaten during the Chinese New Year.

People from all over the world gather here, so the cafeteria prepares not only dumpling wrappers and stuffings, but also glutinous rice balls and sesame powder, as well as cooked glutinous rice. The steamed glutinous rice can be pounded into cakes on site.

When the soldiers saw the crowd coming in, they immediately clapped and welcomed them.

Xiang Nuan looked at these young people and started talking.

There are about a hundred people in the cafeteria, and there are more than a dozen tables, with different ingredients placed on each table.

Looking at the young and slightly immature faces, Xiang Nuan felt a lot in his heart.

At this time, many people aged 17 or 18 joined the army. In addition to plane pilots, there were many other ordinary soldiers here.

She looked at these people and said sincerely: "Some of you are about the same age as my children. When I see you, I seem to see my own children. To be honest, as a mother, I can't bear to see you so young." It’s easy to take on heavy responsibilities.”

"But as a city leader, I hope to see more young people join the army and defend their country. Today is New Year's Eve. I represent both City B and your mother. I want to give you a hug, okay? ?”

The cheers of the soldiers came from below, and everyone clapped happily.

There were more than a hundred people present, and it was impossible for everyone to hug. Finally, ten young soldiers aged 18 or 19 came up and hugged Xiang Nuan.

One of the little soldiers happens to have a birthday today.

This is what Political Commissar Yang told her.

Xiang Nuan walked to the little warrior.

The little soldier immediately shouted: "Hello, Chief."

"Hello what is your name?"

"My name is Zhang Xiuhua."

"Zhang Xiuhua, today is your birthday. I wish you a happy birthday. I came in a hurry and didn't prepare a gift for you. This pen is one I have used. If you don't mind it, I will give it to you. I hope you are here Troop, complete another transformation in your life."

Zhang Xiuhua didn't know whether she was excited or moved, her eye circles were a little red, and when she took the pen handed over to Xiang Nuan, her tears fell down.

"Don't cry, kid..." Xiang Nuan took out a handkerchief and wiped his tears.

Zhang Xiuhua was crying silently, but now she started sobbing.

He cried: "I miss home, my mother and sister."

"They are all at home." Xiang Nuan reached out and hugged him: "At this moment, on behalf of your mother, I want to say to you: Happy birthday, son."

Zhang Xiuhua was embarrassed but extremely excited and hugged Xiang Nuan.

Others also applauded, and a few homesick little soldiers secretly wiped away tears.

Xiang Nuan patted his back: "Here at our place, we eat longevity noodles for birthdays. Do you have any noodles for reconciliation? I'll make you a bowl of longevity noodles."

The chief clerk immediately said yes.

So, Xiang Nuan took Zhang Xiuhua there to roll the noodles.

But before I finished rolling out the noodles, I suddenly remembered the sound of air raid sirens.

"Level 1 combat readiness..."

I don't know who shouted, and in an instant, the canteen, which was crowded just now, was empty except for Xiang Nuan and the others.