In the chaos, I got on the carriage for transporting goods and returned to the military camp.

Maybe it was because the business was already skilled enough that I almost unconsciously completed the next work. By the time I came back to my senses, the things had been divided.

"Master Gun, let's go home!"

The old farmer was carrying a military bag containing milk candy, small cakes, spiced peanuts, pork jerky and cigarettes. These were the so-called condolences, and they were also the reward for being a coolie for two and a half days, worth about two yuan - that was a lot.

The group leader gave me a total of 150 yuan, bought goods and spent 120 yuan, delivered goods and spent 35 yuan, spent a total of 123 yuan, 38 yuan, and 26 yuan, and 26 yuan, which is my reward. If Min Hai, Bi Jin and Si Congpo were there, I would have to divide this number by four, and the parts that cannot be separated are all from Min Hai.

As for how much the leader and the leader each took, I don’t know. Anyway, except for the 150 yuan I gave me, the rest of the money was theirs.

"You go back first, I have something to do."

"You still want to buy something?"

Because I took a fraction, the gift of condolences was definitely not my share. The old farmer thought I was going to buy something, so he grabbed my sleeve and pulled me out of the barracks.

"Oh! No need! There are only a few people in our family, and these are enough to eat! After this meal, I will buy it next time!"

"I'm not going to buy something, I have something else."

"What's the matter?"

The old farmer stopped and turned his head to look at me with a puzzled look.

"What the leader told me."

I didn't mean to deceive the old farmer. If the old farmer knew that I wanted to help Joseph, he would definitely stop him, and he might beat Joseph up. When the old farmer heard that it was the leader's explanation, he cursed a few words, probably saying that the leader was not a thing and did not treat the people below as humans.

The leader of our regiment has a very bad image in the eyes of the soldiers, mainly because he is too greedy. He is obviously doing the same job, but one company of the 316th Regiment can get 22, but we only have 15 yuan, which is a total of 70 yuan. Although each person is only more than one yuan when they are spread out, don't forget that a single soldier gets a small amount, and more than 3 yuan is more than about 50% more than two yuan, and he can get a lot of things.

The rewards received by our 315th Regiment when doing projects are always less than those of other companies. When it is the most outrageous, it is even half the same as those of other companies. In the past, all the regiments were stationed together, and when they were idle, they could go to other groups to chat. As we chatted, it was easy to talk about the income from doing projects. This difference came out.

But what if there is a gap? Everyone is half a dozen, and the soldiers below cannot see cash at all. As long as they don’t give too little, they won’t make trouble. At most, they will curse in private. Those who can become officers are not short of those three or five yuan, and there is no need to offend people for this little money, so no one has ever made trouble and no one sued him.

Anyway, the reputation of the leader was already smelly enough, and it didn't matter if it smelled a little, so I put this basin of dirty water on his head.

After the old farmer left, I went to the officers' dormitory to rest for a few minutes before walking towards the gate of the camp.

Joseph was still waiting there and stood near the sentry. Compared with other legions stationed in Beijing, the sentry of our Seventh Legion were obviously incompetent. They often chat with people when they were on guard. If the other party was willing to smoke a cigarette, they could even come directly to the sentry, and the sentry was not wary of it.

However, our 4th Company is an exception. I have always taught those stinky brats that they can chat or be dazed, but they must not let outsiders approach. If the other party suddenly rushed up and seized the gun, and it was successful, even if the sentry on duty was not killed on the spot, they would be shot by the Military Law Department.

"Hello, Gun!"

The soldiers from our regiment were at sermon. When he saw me coming, he immediately saluted and said hello.

The soldiers in the regiment knew me. At first, when I arrived at the shooting range, I would make a big splash, so that the soldiers in our company would not shoot targets themselves, and gave me all the bullets, so that I could type on the target board. Most of the soldiers were illiterate, so I would take the opportunity to teach them some words, because this learning method is very interesting, so everyone can remember it.

The soldiers in our company always show off this matter with other companies, so that the soldiers in other companies wanted me to take the target. The officers of other companies were also happy to push the job to others, so they came to me to discuss it and wanted to change the target shooting into a whole regiment operation and let me lead it alone.

There were only 360 people in the six companies. When I was in elementary school, there were 600 people in one grade. In the fourth grade of elementary school, I became a sports chief, and I managed 600 people in gymnastics, and I worked until I graduated from the sixth grade. I could manage 600 naughty bags, and 360 soldiers were not a problem.

This work was easier for me, so I took it. After that, the shooting became a collective action of the 315th Regiment, and the entire regiment was dispatched every time.

Before the fall of the constitutional faction, the training ammunition quota for our Seventh Legion was five rounds per person per month - yes, there were only five rounds per month, both officers and soldiers, which was the same number. In the past, the 315th Regiment fired the target once a month, and every time he finished the bullets. Since I took on this job, I have changed to hit twice a month, once I shot myself, and once six consecutive batches to shoot, and the ammunition was distributed evenly.

When I was shooting myself, I was basically in the Chinese language new words class in elementary school. When I was shooting, the soldiers sat behind me and guessed what words I would type. Because of limited ammunition and energy, I didn’t write many words every time, about five to eight, so everyone could remember them.

When encountering words with relatively complex structures, dozens of bullets may be required. When the target teller takes the target board, I will take a branch and gesture to the soldiers in the bullet hole, tell them what the correct order of the word is, and then let them practice writing on the ground by themselves.

After the fall of the constitutional faction, the superiors' attitude towards the Seventh Legion began to gradually improve. First, they equipped us with guns, and the combat troops were equipped with guns, and the auxiliary troops also equipped with guns. Before that, our regiment had only 120 rifles, and only the officers could have a pistol. When performing tasks of searching or maintaining public order, most of the soldiers had to take sticks, and they looked as cold as they were.

The supply of ammunition has also become normal. The quota for training ammunition has become thirty rounds per person per month, and the per capita ammunition reserve has increased from fifteen rounds to one hundred and twenty rounds. The division's cavalry regiment still has horses - everyone, you are right, it is the cavalry regiment that finally matched the horses. Before that, our cavalry regiment did not even have horses.

I am used to arranging target shooting at the beginning of the month. If there is no mission at the beginning of the month, I will definitely use up all the bullets before the 5th. Perhaps influenced by me, the soldiers' enthusiasm for shooting targets is very high. A considerable number of soldiers tried to write with bullet holes during the shooting process, but so far, they have not been able to achieve horizontal and vertical.

When I came to my senses, Joseph had already taken me to a store run by the Zhemani people. The products here sold were all specialty of Zhemani, such as sausages, beer, bacon, etc. I fell in love with the roasted elbows of this store at a glance. The elbows were crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, very delicious - of course, the price was not cheap, and one elbow costs twenty yuan.

I have a total of 35 and 60 cents on my body. I bought a roasted elbow and bought another eight-dollar pork sausage, four-dollar bacon, two-dollar bacon, two-dollar bacon each. There are three-dollar white bread, and the remaining six cents bought six white candles.

After buying the things, Joseph consciously took me and headed towards Chongyifang.
Chapter completed!