"The leaders have said that our revolutionary comrades come from all over the world, but we all come for the same belief. We are all brothers and sisters of the big revolutionary family. What's wrong with me calling you brother?" The girl with big braids refused to accept this softness and twisted.
He counterattacked angrily with a pair of thick eyebrows.
"Comrade Yingzi, this is an order." The big black face doesn't need to be black, his face is as black as ink.
Liu Lang wanted to cover his head. To be honest, the old man at this time should not be too funny. Some ordered to charge, some ordered to retreat, and some even ordered others not to call him brother.
"Well, Comrade Liu Yaozu, do you still have some discipline? How can you be so disheveled when welcoming guests?" The girl with the big braids said with a straight face.
"Why am I so disheveled?" The big black face was startled, and he looked at himself. The buttons were tightly buttoned, the leggings were tied perfectly, and there was nothing wrong with them at all.
"Hmph! Then where did the black ash on your face come from? Don't say you were singing in the office." The girl with the big braids snorted coldly.
"Oh! This! Maybe I got it on when I was experimenting with black powder!" The big black-faced man hurriedly picked up his sleeve and wiped it on his face a few times, revealing his white teeth, "Look, it's not clean now."
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Several Red Army soldiers led by Kawako next to him were trying their best to suppress their laughter. Come to think of it, this is not the first time such a scene has happened.
It's not white, it's still so dark, and after being rubbed a few times, it's not as evenly black as it was just now, and the clothes are extremely dirty. Liu Lang couldn't bear to look at it, and he was very confused at this time.
Thick old man.
"You too, black powder is so dangerous..." The girl with the big braid showed a concerned look, but stopped talking. Maybe she thought of something, but she didn't say it after all. She sighed and said: "Hey, here you go.
Let me introduce, this is Uncle Zhou’s friend Liu Shang. He wants to come to do business with us and specifically said that he wants to come to you. You should talk to him! I have already told Chuanzi about the other things. I will go and report to the chief.
What’s going on in Nanchang during this period.”
"Go, go. The leaders of the regiments are not here, but Secretary Zhong is. I'll talk to this friend first." The big black face waved his hand.
It wasn't until the figure of the girl with big braids disappeared through the door that the big black face turned his gaze to Liu Lang, with a smile on his lips and said: "Friends, please come inside."
"Please." Liu Lang walked away.
"Kawako, go help me pour a cup of tea for Mr. Liu. You guys can go back to the station! If you hit it right, there should be pumpkin soup and red rice in the cooking class." The big black face who followed behind said to several stations.
The red warrior on the side ordered.
"Haha, okay!" Several red soldiers saluted the big black face and ran away with smiles on their faces.
Come to think of it, food like red rice and pumpkin soup is quite attractive to them.
Liu Lang felt a little bitter in his heart. It was red rice and pumpkin soup, so couldn't he change it to something else?
Walking on the territory of the red regime, Liu Lang, a Sichuan native, has almost never eaten rice, and even pasta is rarely seen. Basically, he mainly eats red rice, plus pumpkin soup, and he is already eating it fast.
Feeling queasy.
Although Liu Lang has received the most brutal training, as long as he can get enough energy, he can eat any unpalatable food, but no one will take the initiative to seek abuse, right? If you can eat something good, you should try your best to satisfy your appetite.
Bar!
The name of red rice sounds nice, but the taste of this main crop during the red regime era is rough, has a very poor texture, and is not even easy to digest. It is definitely not consistent with its nice name.
As for the pumpkin soup, which is the only dish that can be finished in one pee, Liu Lang has no love for it. I don’t know how the red warriors preserved the pumpkins harvested in autumn until the next year. Anyway, in Liu Lang’s heart
, Pumpkin soup with red rice is one of the worst meals in this era. You know, even in wartime, the Independent Regiment can guarantee that everyone can chew a few strips of beef jerky and rice noodles to satisfy their hunger.
When he thought that these ancestors had eaten this stuff raw in this place for several years, it was hard for Liu Lang not to admire it.
The meeting place was arranged in the government courtyard. Under a big tree in the courtyard, the two of them sat on a long wooden bench and across a wooden square table. The big black face spoke first, "I heard that friend Liu is here."
, one is for public affairs and the other is for private affairs. As a member of the Red Party, we focus on public affairs first, so let’s talk about public affairs first.”
"Before we talk about business, I want to confirm whether you are Section Chief Liu Yaozu. If you can't be, let's not talk about business." Liu Lang looked at the big black face with some hope.
Although the old man never told him about his position during this period, he also mentioned that he had worked in the logistics department of the Xingguo County garrison. Liu Lang was almost sure that as long as he was the Liu Yaozu, then he was the one he was looking for.
people.
"Haha, I, a revolutionary, have one thing and another. I am Liu Yaozu, the logistics section chief of the Second Regiment of the *Legion* Division. You can't go wrong with me if you want to do anything you want to do." The big black face grinned.
I'm sorry, my habit of grinning is also hereditary. Liu Lang was a little surprised.
"Okay, let's talk about business first. I'm here for the tungsten sand." Liu Lang resisted an unspeakable impulse and said straightly, trying to calm down his emotions.
"We have tungsten sand, but almost all of it has been taken care of by Uncle Lang. I'm afraid you will be disappointed. Or I can give you a suggestion, go to Uncle Lang to buy it, but you have to pay a little more silver." The big black face shook his head.
road.
"No, that's too little. What I want is more. What's the most you can provide me in a month?" Liu Lang also shook his head.
"If Bai Gouzi's blockade wasn't too strict, I could provide you with this number." The big black face stretched out a slap.
"What I want is ten times this amount." Liu Lang said.
"This is impossible. We don't have such a large tungsten mine in Shengli County. If you really need it, you have to go to Ganzhou to find General Manager Mao. Our central government's China Tungsten Mining Company may be able to meet your needs." The big black face was killed by Liu.
Lang was dumbfounded by the huge number he said, a hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes, and he said helplessly.
He held out a palm and said fifty kilograms, but Liu Lang wanted five hundred kilograms. Obviously this was impossible for the small tungsten mine under their regiment's jurisdiction. (Note: During the Republic of China, one kilogram was one hundred kilograms.
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As for the China Tungsten Mining Company recommended by the young old man, Liu Lang certainly knew that it was one of the earliest companies established by the red regime. In 1932, the Soviet Central Provisional Government established the China Tungsten Mining Company in Tieshan Ridge, Ganzhou, with jurisdiction over Tieshan Ridge Tungsten
Mine, Baie Sand Washing Plant and other production units, Hu Kegong was first appointed as the general manager, and later Taizu's brother who was the governor of the Central Bank concurrently served as the general manager. This was not an innovation of the red regime, they even
Gan County established the Jiangkou Branch of the Foreign Trade Bureau to sell tungsten ore and pig iron to the outside world until the red regime began its famous strategic shift.
Of course, if Liu Lang goes to Ganzhou to find the China Tungsten Mining Company, nothing will happen to Shengli County. Although each legion will receive supplies from the Central Provisional Government, they still need to generate their own income.
However, the current Liu Lang does not really want to contact the future senior leaders of the Republic first, because at this time they have not yet fully embarked on the right path. Taizu had just resigned from the position of chairman of the Central Executive Committee two years ago.
Come down.
Taizu needs to wait, and Liu Lang also needs to wait, waiting for the most suitable time.
"No, you have a tungsten mine, which is much larger than your current one, in Shengli County." Liu Lang said confidently.