Chapter four hundred and eighty fifth blow on the bottle
Fu Ming couldn't understand a lot of what these two people said. He only knew that the deputy division commander wanted to research more powerful weapons. [ ] All he could do was entertain this person well, check the logistics, and let him and Yi
Vanov makes weapons well.
Dinner was in a private room in the cafeteria, and Carambola was also invited.
Yang Mingzhi estimated that during this visit, Fu Ming would definitely arrange some delicious wine. There was still some vodka in stock, and Lao Maozi couldn't eat without it, even though it tasted like alcohol mixed with water.
The main dish is easy to arouse people's appetite - a pot of beef stew with potatoes. The main food is bread, and some canned food as side dishes.
Fu Ming said: "Spring plowing has just begun. We should have started it two weeks ago. Now we can only rush to plant and try to harvest a season of potatoes before summer comes. The potatoes you see are the last ones produced before winter last year."
"This kind of food is very shelf-stable, so we should try our best to use it as our staple food now." Look at the porcelain bread in your hands. Its production process includes adding wood chips as filler.
In the past, Yang Mingzhi didn't understand that during the siege of Leningrad, the local people were forced to eat bread with a lot of sawdust added, and they could still tolerate its weird taste. In fact, adding sawdust is an old tradition in Maozi, and one of the purposes is to ensure that it tastes good.
Extremely shelf-stable.
Fuming scratched his head and said: "As a commander, your rations are extremely high. You can eat white flour and meat every day. The soldiers said that our commander is a bit simple. Only when you are full will your mind not be dizzy. We also
We need you to lead us to victory."
Who doesn’t like to hear this flattery?
Now that the words have come to this, Yang Mingzhi also talked about the food issue. "In this battle, more than a thousand of our people died. To be cold-blooded, we saved a thousand people's food rations in an instant. But we still have refugees here, and we regard family as our priority."
When the unit moves here, the division political commissar will interrogate and screen some people every day. I estimate that a large number of new villagers will be moved to Catfish Village in the future. This matter should be discussed at the meeting. I will explain it to you first. I may have to
Let’s talk to the village chief Bobosky personally.”
"With more people comes greater strength. What we are most lacking right now is manpower. If there is a shortage of food, after the soldiers have gone on vacation, I will arrange for Roshakov and others to lead the army to cultivate land."
"Just do it this way. The three collective farms will soon start military reclamation, and there will be a production competition in the arsenal. As for the Pripyat Arms Design Bureau I established, our vision cannot be limited to light weapons. We need our own
Features. The combustion air weapons currently planned to be produced are our features."
No one has heard of this weapon, and they can't intuitively understand its power. After all, its ferocious lethality is only in Yang Mingzhi's mouth.
This man has never lied, Fumin firmly believed that this was true, and Ivanov even revealed a hint of ferocity from the connotation of the chemical formula.
Fuming was very happy to have a friend come from afar. He drank a lot of wine and couldn't help but vomit his bitterness.
"The division headquarters has been moved to the Blacksmith Village, and our area is planned to be renamed Novgomel. It will become a city, but the core will become the Blacksmith Village. The status of our Catfish Village, where we first struggled to live, is getting lower and lower.
Already."
Looking at his sad face, Yang Mingzhi guessed that he also wanted to be promoted. All orders of the infantry division were issued from the Blacksmith Village, the Gomel Municipal Committee also began to work there, and the police force from Lechicha also took care of the situation there.
The child is re-established.
All these changes seem to have nothing to do with Catfish Village. Many villagers have moved to Blacksmith Village farther away from the river. The population of Catfish Village has decreased, and many houses have been vacated in the original huge military camp. Some wooden houses in disrepair even collapsed in strong winds.
The airport was destroyed and the status of the place was further reduced.
Yang Mingzhi said helplessly: "After all, it is close to the river. If we encounter a German attack from the west, the Pripet River is a natural chasm, but they can also build heavy artillery positions along the river. Catfish Village is within the range of its artillery shells.
Although we certainly cannot allow them to establish a position with peace of mind, we still have to minimize the risk."
"I understand all of this. I have been stationed here for a long time to work as abbot, and I feel that I am gradually being marginalized. After all, I am also the deputy political commissar of the army."
Yang Mingzhi chuckled and couldn't help but joke: "You have the final say here? As the deputy political commissar of the division, your real power is to control thousands of people. There are gains and losses. Think about you before and now.
Your status has risen too much."
After thinking about it carefully, Fuming poured himself a glass and drank it in one gulp.
Yang Mingzhi inevitably drank a few drinks at the wine table. Yang Tao didn't want her husband to drink too much, and the atmosphere meant that he couldn't drink too little either.
The girl just felt that she had come to the wrong place. This group of men gathered together to drink heavily and eat large pieces of meat. Fortunately, there was no roast lamb here, otherwise the husband would have gone straight to it with a knife, like a savage.
"Brother, just drink less." Yang Tao tried his best to persuade, but he never thought that Yang Mingzhi, who was in high spirits, couldn't control it.
"My dear, this is a festive day. The development of new weapons is about to begin. This dinner is just for a few of us, so we can catch up with the new plan. You can also have a few drinks today!"
Carambola didn't plan to drink today, she just wanted to eat some meat (after all, beef stew is not often eaten). Her husband's words were equivalent to military orders, and it was really hard to refuse when a big bowl of vodka was placed in front of her.
The girl let out a long sigh: "Forget it, I'll drink your toast! If I pass out, you have to take me home, let alone try to mess with me."
Yang Mingzhi immediately understood what she meant. "I thought it was just like the last time. This time I held back. After this meal, let's rest early. We have to do business tomorrow."
Yang Guo has a good drinking capacity, and she still has the boldness and boldness of a Northeastern person, so she drinks the vodka she holds in her iron fist in one gulp.
"It's funny, you Chinese women are just like men? I think Besica's small figure makes her drunk easily." The confused Fuming stammered.
"You are the one who is drunk. I will drink two more bowls. Three bowls will be fine." Star Tao pouted and grabbed the bottle. She found that the wine was not too spicy.
Yang Mingzhi was startled by her actions. The girl actually blew at the bottle. After being stunned for a while, he realized that the girl was angry. "Forget it! Let's stop it." Yang Mingzhi took the bottle and stared at it.
With my wife.
"What are you looking at! Your eyes are as wide as eggs! I told you not to drink any more. Since I can't persuade you, I'll drink the rest of the wine for you."
Yang Mingzhi patted his forehead, "Okay, I won't drink anymore. You drank half of your bottle of wine. Now you are still awake. I will be the only one to carry you back after a while."
This move shocked many people, and Fuming suddenly woke up from his daze. He reminded: "No! Besica drank too much. She is too young and her body can't bear it. Berekov, please send her away immediately."
Go to the hospital! Or help her induce vomiting."
"No need." Yang Mingzhi waved his hand, "She is naturally capable of drinking. Soon she will be so tired that she falls asleep where she is. After we finish eating, I can just hold her back."
Yang Tao wanted to defend herself, but within a few minutes, her consciousness began to blur. Just as Yang Mingzhi said, the girl lay on the table and began to gasp.
The whole room was filled with the smell of food, alcohol, and smoke from cigarettes. Yang Mingzhi was sweating on his forehead, and when he saw his wife, she was also sweating.
"Oh! I thought I could hold her and take a bath. Let's talk about it tomorrow." Yang Mingzhi stood up reluctantly. He only felt that his body was shaking a little, but he still tried hard to pick up his wife's delicate body.
"Let's all go have a rest. We'll discuss something tomorrow." Fu Ming stood up and ended the meal. (To be continued.)