Ding!Your golden finger has been delivered

On the eighteenth day of the twelfth lunar month, Fang Zhengxin was busy at home, when suddenly there was the roar of a tractor outside the yard, he poked his head out and saw that it was He Hui.

He still remembered that this was one of He Xingzhou's subordinates, who should have come to pick him up.

He Hui didn't even get out of the car, opened the car door, slapped his hands twice, turned on the heater, and exhaled a white mist, "It's really cold today, much colder than Beijing."

"That's right." In addition to the heavy snowfall yesterday, the wind was even more piercing. Fang Zhengxin opened the yard door and greeted, "Come here first to enjoy the fire and drink some hot tea. I still have some things here. to move there."

"what?"

He Hui got out of the car, took a look into the yard, and saw the Dumpling Mountain blending into the snow, he gasped, "Hey, sister-in-law, did you rob the grain depot last night?"

"If the grain depot has such fine and white flour, I really want to grab it."

"It's true, those people will not let these good things stay in the grain depot for the New Year."

He Hui nodded in agreement, as for who they were talking about, ahem, he understood everything.

Fang Zhengxin poured him a cup of hot tea, turned his head away, found a clean cloth bag, filled the dumplings that had been frozen into lumps in the drawer, packed them according to the taste of the fillings, and went to the kitchen to hold them. Take out a bag of grain, which is full of kidney beans, red beans, red dates, etc., which are common ingredients for cooking Laba porridge.

After drinking tea, He Hui felt warmer, and without entering the house, he took the bag in his hand and carried it into the car with ease.

Fang Zhengxin stuffed a lot of straw and clean cloths in the tractor compartment, so they wouldn't be afraid of bumps inside.

The two of them huddled all the way to the barracks. Fang Zhengxin kept looking at the surrounding scenery. The further he went to the border, the more desolate the environment became. There were not a few trees with leaves on the side of the road, and a rammed dirt road stretched away.

A series of low and neat houses appeared in front of his eyes.

"The party will be held in the army cafeteria. The place is big enough. Let's go directly there?"

"Just follow your orders." Fang Zhengxin swept across the border, standing there in green military uniforms like poplars, staring ahead, refusing to relax for a moment, he suddenly felt a little emotional, and asked, "Aren't you going home for the Chinese New Year this year?"

"How fresh? Not only this year, you can ask Commander He, how many times has he returned home after enlisting in the army? It will be three years before we have the opportunity to transfer back. However, although this place is bitter, the people It's not bad, I don't have many bad intentions, and it's the same with my brothers during the New Year."

"How many people in your army are guarding here?"

Seeing that He Hui's face turned strange, Fang Zhengxin realized that he had said something wrong, and quickly waved his hands and said, "I don't want to inquire about your military situation, but I just want to ask, do you have to count how many dumplings you make?"

"You are a member of Battalion Commander He. I believe in you. I can't tell you the exact amount, but I can only say that the food you brought will definitely be finished."

They are all young men, and they have been in training for a long time. Their stomachs are bigger than anyone else, and there is not enough to eat.

When he arrived at the cafeteria, Fang Zhengxin found that it was just as simple and rudimentary. A room was just plastered with cement. The tables, chairs and benches were all old. On the wall, there was a slogan in black on a red background.

Behind the cafeteria is the kitchen. When they passed by, the cooks were cooking soup. He took a look in and found that it was made of meat and potatoes. It looked okay. If you don’t pay attention to the taste, these are things that ordinary people can’t see. Good stuff.

The master chef was cooking porridge with the helper. When he saw them coming, he extended his hand to say hello: "Commander He, are you here to inspect in person today? Don't worry, I have been cooking for so many years, and this food is as honest as mine!"

He Hui was disgusted, "Okay, I don't know you yet? The portion is enough, but the taste can't be lifted at all. Isn't this a waste of food?"

"My name is to let everyone eat well and improve efficiency at the same time. If you let you eat good food, don't you have to think about it during training?"

"You're the only one with a lot of unreasonable things. Today I brought someone to treat you."

He Hui stretched out his hand and pushed Fang Zhengxin out.

The master looked rough and had a loud voice, so he yelled immediately, "Hey! Where did you come from, the young man has no hair yet, can he suffer from the hardships here?"

Fang Zhengxin didn't know how to answer, but it was He Hui who helped him out, "Talk this to the battalion commander, and I will respect you as a man."

"Why does this have something to do with the battalion commander? Company commander, tell me more about it?"

He Hui sneered, as if he was narrow-minded, "This is Commander He's fiancé, do you think he has anything to do with him?"

"Hey, my background is really not small."

Everyone in the barracks seemed to have a natural fear of He Xingzhou, even the master master, and after that, he tried every means to please Fang Zhengxin, and he almost confessed to him.

He Hui couldn't see it, and dragged him out to carry things. When everything was moved into the kitchen, all the ingredients were opened under the noses of everyone, and everyone in the kitchen was dumbfounded.

It's not that they haven't seen so much food, but they all ate enough, and it was the first time they saw someone else deliver it from the top.

"This... Comrade Fang, if you want to come and live, just come here directly. Why do you bring your own food? There is no shortage of you in our team."

"No, you misunderstood, these are extra meals for you. Isn't it the Laba Festival today? Let you eat something good too."

"This is good!" The master clapped his hands quickly, "I'm here, but I'm only craving one bite of dumplings. I don't feel good if I don't eat two during the festival."

The cook who helped the kitchen was still very young, couldn't hold his breath, quietly swallowed his saliva, leaned over to him, and asked in a low voice, "What kind of stuffing are they all made of?"

After Fang Zhengxin said a few words, the other party's eyes became brighter and brighter, and he tilted his head, looking unable to hold back.

The master thought he was ashamed, so he drove him to the back to cut vegetables, and shouted, "Boil the water!"

Orders and prohibitions are very important in the barracks, and the kitchen is no exception. With an order, everyone took action. He stood where he was and patted Fang Zhengxin on the shoulder, "Comrade Fang, don't say anything. Thank you for thinking about us. You and Our Battalion Commander is a match made in heaven!"

"No, no, I'm just using my hands. You guard here every day and you still have to train. It's hard work."

Not being there, not knowing how harsh the conditions are, even though he was wearing the thickest clothes, Fang Zheng still felt cold in his heart, and couldn't help admiring the soldiers guarding the border even more.

Seeing that they were still being polite, He Hui said impatiently: "It's really boring. Old Qian, it's getting late, and you haven't put all the dumplings in the pot. When the troops come back from training, I'll see if you will be punished." .”

"Are you in charge? Today, for the sake of Comrade Fang, not to mention being punished, even if I was asked to clean the toilet in the barracks, I did it!"

Master Qian was not forgiving, and he had already gone to get the spatula in his hand. He Hui was kicked out by him on the pretext of being in the way, and took Fang Zhengxin with him when he left.

Afterwards, the two visited the places where people could see people, mainly including the officer's office building and the big playground. Some combat equipment was stored in the building behind the office building, and only professionals could go in. He Hui didn't send people there. He just introduced a few words vaguely, then turned around and went to the border.

Climbing up the nearly 500-meter hillside, the wind above became colder, and the white air from my mouth could condense into ice crystals almost instantly, and the strong wind blew on my face, causing bone-piercing pain.

He Hui led him into a closed sentry box built on the mountain, pushed open the door, and there were a group of soldiers sitting around the fire, who saluted and greeted each other. He told everyone that there was something good to eat tonight, and immediately There was a strong reaction.

Fang Zhengxin found that these soldiers were not very old. Some correspondents looked younger than him, and they probably received special care. The task was to stay in the house to receive signals. Although it was also exhausting, at least they didn't have to go out to suffer.

Coming down from the hillside, he felt a lot of emotion in his heart. The movement outside was being staged vigorously in front of him. As a direct victim, his family suffered a sudden change, and he was not without hatred in his heart.

But when I think about the current peace, more people insist on guarding it, the more I realize that my spearhead should be aimed at some people, not the whole country or society.

The party started at [-] o'clock sharp, and after a day of training, the soldiers lined up and entered the cafeteria. Today is the holiday, except for those who were on mission at the border, all the soldiers in the battalion ran over. Hundreds of green uniforms crowded the cafeteria. It's full.

He Xingzhou took the lead and started the show. Standing in front of the crowd, his figure seemed to be more upright, exuding a cold and solemn air, with a stiff body and strong facial features. A military uniform was perfect for him.

In a daze, before Fang Zhengxin could hear what he said clearly, the people on the stage disappeared. Just as he was looking for it, the familiar subwoofer rang in his ears: "Are you in a daze? I didn't even see it when I got down."

"No, your speech was too short."

He Xingzhou didn't point him out, but nodded slightly, "I don't like long-winded words."

Fangzheng smiled and looked around for a while, but he didn't find anyone not wearing a military uniform. He couldn't help but feel a little strange, and asked, "Can't you bring your family over today? Why didn't I see anyone?"

"It's hard and bitter here. Wherever someone comes, it's because they want to send something." He Xingzhou put out his hand and tapped his head twice, as if he was used to it, "You're just an idiot. Eyes are ready to come over."

"Isn't this what it should be?" Fang Zhengxin took it for granted.

The two were talking, and the cook who was cooking was coming out with a pot. When the white and fat dumplings and the Laba porridge full of ingredients were distributed to everyone's bowls, joyful cheers erupted from the crowd.

The soldiers were like hungry wolves, holding up their chopsticks, they didn't even have time to pick them up, and directly pulled them into their mouths, one bite at a time, and the aroma and juice of the pork permeated out, combined with the aroma of wheat on the dumpling wrapper, it was a delicacy that I hadn't seen for a long time , how can one be satisfied!

As they ate, they got into a commotion. Knowing that Fang Zhengxin sponsored all the delicacies, they all came to praise him, bragging about the ordinary dumplings as if they were wrapped in dragon liver and phoenix marrow.

He was too embarrassed to listen to it.

There are also those who are not good at words, and they simply express themselves with actions, insisting on pulling Fang Zhengxin to sing military songs, and everyone makes a fuss, adding a lot of warmth to the winter.

Seeing that everyone had finished eating the bowls in front of them, Fang Zheng felt happy too.

When he heard the reminders of the goodwill value in his mind kept ringing, and he clicked to check the final balance, he opened his mouth wide in surprise.