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Text Chapter 454 A Little Privilege

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    Having said this, Yang Zhen shook his head and said: "Our manpower is still a little short. Now Gao Yumin and Zhang Zhenhua are almost crazy. More than 20,000 puppet Manchu prisoners need to be trained and transformed within a short time. The casualties of cadres need to be  Adjustments, the accommodation and resettlement of Japanese prisoners of war, as well as the anti-special forces in the base area and the capture of a large number of Japanese immigrants, put great pressure on the Political Department ['."

    "As for Zhang Zhenhua, the forwarding and replenishment of battle-damaged weapons and ammunition of each column, the evacuation and treatment of hundreds of wounded in the battle. The ammunition production situation of the military factory, the transportation of various non-combat military supplies, and  The food, drink, and sleep of these hundreds of thousands of people are almost overwhelming this guy. His health is getting worse and worse, and he has been vomiting blood several times, which can't help him share much of the work."

    "After Baoqing's rescue a few days ago, when I saw him before going to Mishan, he had almost changed and I couldn't recognize him. He was tired, dark and thin, and almost looked a bit out of character. Even a gust of wind  They could even blow him away. His guards and Xiao Huzi said privately that before arriving at Mishan, he, the logistics director of the military region, had not slept for three days.

    "The two of them are overwhelmed by their own work. Even cutting them into eight pieces won't help them much, so you, as a political commissar, can only suffer a little more and take more care of them."

    Speaking of this, Yang Zhen said with some emotion: "Now our battles are getting bigger and bigger, and our dependence on logistics supplies is getting stronger and stronger. The team that used to be capable is now somewhat unable to adapt to the situation. It is no longer so tiring.  The purpose of going down is to tire them out. So, you can consider whether you can choose a deputy for them to assist them in their work?"

    "Let me explain, give each of them a car. The same goes for Zhang Zhenhua. There are dozens of Soviet-made GAZ sedans in his logistics department warehouse, and there are also many Japanese cars seized. Why don't you know what to choose?  One? Fortunately, I can take a nap in the car when I'm busy. It's not like I don't have a car. How can gas be more important than Zhang Zhenhua's body? If he is really exhausted, where can I go?  Find such a capable person to replace him.¡±

    "Although the military region has regulations that all non-combat commanders are not equipped with cars, we must distinguish the situations and not generalize. In this way, political commissar, please take the time to come up with a new regulation. Several standing committee members of the military region should be equipped with cars. You are all  Honey, I¡¯m so tired that I don¡¯t have anywhere to go shopping.¡±

    "In addition, we will consider and assign one or two cars and trucks to each department according to their usage needs, as well as a few motorcycles and some bicycles. We seized so many in one go at the Jiamusi Japanese Commercial Bank this time  Why keep your bicycle? Riding a bicycle is lighter than walking."

    Hearing Yang Zhen's instructions, Li Yanping smiled and nodded: "Don't worry, Lao Yang. I know what to do. You just let go of the fight in front, and I will be the logistics manager for you. But.  Lao Yang, even if you are not hungry, you have to let Lao Guo eat. Lao Guo will go to Tonghe later. The road from Jiamusi to Tonghe is not short. "

    When Li Yanping mentioned eating, Yang Zhen couldn't help but patted his head and said, "Look at me, I forgot to eat when I talked about combat. It also made you two not eat, and you were hungry here with me.  Okay, let's go eat. You can think about how to revise Lao Guo's battle plan later. The most important thing now is to feed your stomach and sharpen your knife before chopping wood. However, this meal is already cold.  It¡¯s time to eat cold rice.¡±

    It was only when he reached the table that Yang Zhen realized that the already cold rice on the table was gone, replaced by a steaming pot of mixed noodles. There were two kinds of pickles for rice and a plate of fried noodles next to it.  Big pancake.  Looking at the noodles and big pancakes on the table, Yang Zhen, who thought it was Li Yanping's arrangement, turned to Li Yanping and said, "Political commissar, you are more thoughtful."

    Hearing Yang Zhen's words, Li Yanping pointed to Yuan Zhiruo, who was performing his duties as a secretary and serving food to several people when he saw them coming over, and said: "I am so careful because Xiao Peng saw that the food was cold.  He went out of his way to cook a bowl of noodles for us. You were so focused on fighting that you didn't notice. Come on, the noodles will become sticky after being cooked for a long time, and you won't be able to eat them anymore.  ¡±

    Maybe it¡¯s because I¡¯m very hungry, maybe because the battle plan has been roughly drawn up and I feel at ease.  Smelling the aroma of the noodle soup made with fungus, Yang Zhen was not polite at all. He picked up the noodles that Yuan Zhiruo had already served, holding a big pancake in one hand and started eating in a daze without even bothering to greet Li Yanping and Guo Bingxun.  While eating, he vaguely praised the delicious noodles and the fried pancakes, which were crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.

    Watching Yang Zhen devouring the noodles, he did not forget to praise the delicious noodles.  Li Yanping and Guo Bingxun shook their heads and smiled bitterly.  I couldn't help but be a little curious.  Everyone has eaten noodles, especially noodles made from hybrid noodles, a snack in the military area.?I also make it often, giving it to a few of them to change the taste.

    It¡¯s a pity that although Yang Zhen and the others are the highest commanders of the military region, their rations of fine grains are also limited.  Using all white flour to make noodles, you can eat up all the fine grain quotas of several leaders in two times at most.  Therefore, even if the military canteen makes noodles to improve the taste for the commanders, they only use corn flour or sorghum rice flour mixed with a small amount of white flour to make hybrid noodles.  No matter how you make the same hybrid noodles, how delicious will they be?

    It was only after the two of them took a bite that they realized that the noodles were different from the noodles made in the military canteen in the past.  Not to mention the chewy texture, there is also a hint of other flavor in it, which is much different from what you eat every day in the military canteen.  And this noodle soup, which seems to be made from ordinary fungus, tastes very good, and it has a special umami taste when you take a sip.  The large pancakes that have been fried in oil and cut into strips are quite delicious even though they are freshly fried using food that I did not eat just now. They are crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.

    After the two of them took a few bites, they both looked at Yuan Zhiruo, who was quietly watching them eat, but didn't know what he was thinking.  I really didn't expect this little girl to have such good cooking skills.  He can't ask Yang Zhen to cook, but there are not many people who praise this guy who is very picky about his food.

    Although Yang Zhen is not a picky eater, he usually eats whatever he is given, but he is picky about taste.  In the two years since the formation of the army, I have never praised anyone for their delicious food.

    During the Spring Festival this year, in order to express condolences to this guy who was hospitalized, Guo Bingxun, after seeking permission from the doctor, spent half a month's allowance, bought a lot of good things, and personally cooked some authentic Sichuan dishes for him.

    Although this guy was sweating all over the food, kept shouting appetizers, and almost wiped the plate clean in the end, he still didn't even have the slightest compliment.  At the end, he said that Guo Bingxun's cooking skills were just average, and he was far behind compared to the chef.

    It¡¯s just a bowl of ordinary mixed noodles, but it¡¯s rare that Yang Zhen can eat it and praise it.  Li Yanping called Yuan Zhiruo and said: "Xiao Yuan, it's not that simple. Not only is he good at shooting and healing, but he also has such good cooking skills. You learned your cooking skills there, let alone the commander.  The chief of staff and I felt the taste was different after eating it.¡±

    "This ordinary thing tastes different after being treated like this by your hands. To be honest, there are not many people who can make the commander be so naughty, but there are not many people who are so praised for their food. You made this noodle  It¡¯s more appetizing to the commander than the chief of staff¡¯s Sichuan meal.¡±

    "How do you make noodles? Can you teach the chef and his guards in the military canteen if you have time? The commander often stays up very late and doesn't want to bother the chef in the kitchen. When he is hungry, he often just eats some biscuits or  The leftovers are specially left for him. If it¡¯s hot in the summer and the leftovers can¡¯t be saved, he will have to work hungry.¡±

    "He has been seriously injured and always overworked. It's not good for his health to deal with him like this all the time. This is the first time I've seen him like to eat. Teach his guards and let the commander  It¡¯s a little bit of our privilege to be able to eat more when we stay up late, okay?¡±

    Yuan Zhiruo looked at Yang Zhen who was sweating profusely while eating and said: "Political Commissar, it's actually nothing. Just when I went to get you something, I saw ready-made bean noodles and chestnut noodles in the kitchen.  When cooking, I just add some of it. There is no sorghum flour as the main ingredient. I use cornmeal mixed with white flour. When making the noodle soup, I don¡¯t use ordinary oil, but use the chicken fat left over from the kitchen¡¯s killing of chickens for foreign guests.  It¡¯s a pity that there are no shrimps, it would be more delicious if there were some inside.¡±

    "I learned these things from my family's cook before I joined the revolution. My family came from Shandong to Guandong before the September 18th Incident. People there like pasta, so they know it very well.  When I was at home, I often watched them make it, and I learned it over time. But I haven¡¯t done it since I joined the revolution, and my skills are a bit rusty. Please rest assured that if the chief likes it, I will give it to him more often.  made."

    Hearing Yuan Zhiruo say that she would often cook for him in the future, Yang Zhen, who had eaten and drank enough, put down the bowls and chopsticks in his hands and said quickly: "Xiao Yuan, please don't get used to this problem. You are here today.  If you don¡¯t have noodles and chicken fat, you have to go out and buy them. I only have a small allowance for a month, and I will go bankrupt after just a few uses. You have to leave some money for my wife and milk powder for my future children.  He doesn¡¯t know how to cook, let alone that kind of food, so he can¡¯t teach him.¡±

    Having said this, Yang Zhen paused for a moment, without looking at the girl's face, and said carelessly: "Speaking of Xiao Huzi, I just remembered one thing. Since you are my secretary now, then what will happen to me in the future?"  The financial power will be left to you, the guy from the province.??I spend a lot of money without knowing how to save, which often makes me bankrupt.  You are a girl, and you are always careful.  "

    Speaking of Xiao Huzi, Yang Zhen remembered one thing and told Yuan Zhiruo: "By the way, if you are free during this period, help that guy make up for his cultural classes. I don't have time, but I can't let that guy become a  Wild horses running wild. The cultural studies of my security platoon will all be under your control from now on. You must be strict with them, or else these wild boys will not be able to go to heaven?"

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