"Squad leader, your idea is great, but is there such dry food? It's cheap, delicious, storable, and nutritious!" After telling Lao Yang his idea, although Lao Yang wanted to help, he couldn't
, Wang Ping put forward too many demands. Zhongyang Road immediately aroused a burst of rebuttal from Lao Yang.
"I have been a soldier for so long. I have seen dry food from the Central Army, the Jinsui Army, and the Japanese. If you ask me, the Japanese have the best dry food. There are biscuits and canned meat, but it is too expensive. We in the Eighth Route Army eat it.
I'm sorry."
"As for the Central Army and the Shanxi-Sui Army, they are richer than us, but the dry food of ordinary soldiers is about the same as ours."
"The same goes for stone-hard steamed buns, steamed buns, or multigrain pancakes. As for better dry food like canned food and biscuits, only senior officers can afford it!"
"Think again, Lao Yang!" Wang Ping did not give up.
"The steamed buns I ate a few days ago were harder than rocks and I couldn't swallow them even with water. More importantly, they had no nutrition and no salty taste. It's fine if you eat them for one or two days, but if you eat them for three or four days, they will even
If it lasts longer, the soldiers' bodies will be unable to bear it."
"You are an old cooking soldier. You should know that if a person does not eat salt for a long time, the body will be unable to bear it. What's more, the soldiers have to fight, and the body will be unable to bear it even more!"
A painful expression suddenly appeared on Lao Yang's face, he must have thought of something.
"When we were crossing the grass in front of us, many soldiers were swollen because they had not eaten salt for a long time, and they had no physical strength, and finally collapsed on the grass!"
Then he immediately reacted: "Squad leader, I understand what you mean! What you mean is that you must add salt when making dry food in the future!"
"This is just one of them!" Wang Ping affirmed.
"The steamed buns we make are too simple in nutrition. Even if we add salt, it only adds some salt to the soldiers. Moreover, when the steamed buns are cold, they are harder than rocks. It is very difficult to swallow them."
At this time, Wang Ping thought of the compressed biscuits of later generations.
However, as soon as the idea appeared in his mind, it was rejected by Wang Ping himself.
Making compressed biscuits requires large-scale baking equipment, which is impossible for the Eighth Route Army to obtain.
Besides, although compressed biscuits are nutritious, they also have a disadvantage, that is, they are too hard and can be compared to stones.
Suddenly, another magic weapon for the volunteers to win on the Korean battlefield appeared in Wang Ping's mind, and the frown he had just frowned quickly relaxed.
"It's definitely feasible!" Wang Ping whispered.
"What's possible? Monitor!" Lao Yang asked immediately.
"I have thought of a kind of dry food! Lao Yang, you go prepare the materials and let's experiment. If it works, the dry food I thought of is not only nutritious, but more importantly, it is more delicious and easier to swallow than steamed buns. What's more important is that
, this kind of dry food is very shelf-stable, as long as it is kept dry, it can be stored for a year without any problem.”
"In this case, we can mass-produce and store it in the warehouse. When encountering battles or emergency operations, we can pick it up and go without even preparing!"
"Is there such dry food?" Lao Yang asked with disbelief.
But he still obeyed the order readily and took the money to start collecting several materials that Wang Ping wanted.
Because these materials are the most common crops in northern rural areas, Lao Yang came back with several bags of things within half an hour.
"Four, soybeans, rice, millet... several grains are mixed together and stir-fried in a large pot with salt. After they are completely cooked, they are directly placed on a stone mill and pressed into powder.
Soon, a tangy fragrance spread out.
Wang Ping was not polite, he grabbed a handful of powder and put it into his mouth, then swallowed it easily with a sip of water.
Lao Yang followed suit and took a bite, then said with a satisfied look on his face: "It smells really good!"
"Squad leader, this stuff is much more delicious than the steamed buns we make, and it's easy to swallow. Even if there is no water, I can still eat half a pound of it dry!"
"Also, these are fried and salted, and there are many kinds. They are definitely more nutritious than steamed buns!"
"Good stuff, how did you come up with it?"
Wang Ping did not answer, but brought a bowl over.
After filling half a bowl of fried noodles, I added some water to it and started kneading it. In less than half a minute, half a bowl of flour turned into a fist-sized dough.
After kneading it into a long and strong shape, Wang Ping tasted it first and then said to Lao Yang.
"Try it, how does it taste like this?"
"Okay, very good! This is easier to swallow than before!" Lao Yang replied with a satisfied expression.
Then he suddenly realized: "I remembered, squad leader, the way you eat is the same as the way Tibetans eat highland barley noodles before we cross the grassland. The highland barley noodles are also fried and eaten. However, ours tastes better.
Because there are more raw materials, it tastes more delicious!”
"This thing is much better than Wo Wotou steamed buns. It can definitely be used as dry food for our Eighth Route Army."
Wang Ping affirmed: "Yes, this fried noodles dry food was only thought of after thinking of highland barley noodles in Tibetan areas. Adding these raw materials is just a preliminary idea. If possible, I would also like to add some cooked dehydrated vegetables to the fried noodles.
and cooked dehydrated meat powder, so that the fried noodles will be more nutritious."
In the next few days, in addition to preparing meals for the chief, Wang Ping and Lao Yang stayed in front of two large pots in the cooking team to study fried noodles.
Because there was no professional dehydration equipment for dehydrated vegetables, they could not be completely dried. For fear of affecting the shelf life of the fried noodles, Wang Ping gave up directly.
However, it is feasible to add meat powder or meat cubes to fried noodles.
Using the method of making bacon in Western Hunan, the meat is directly added with enough salt to dry it without any moisture, and then chopped into minced meat and mixed in the fried noodles.
Not only is the taste no worse than simple fried noodles, it's also much better.
What's more important is that because fried noodles contain meat and salt, your physical fitness will not decrease even if you eat them for a long time!
In the headquarters war room, Wang Ping and Lao Yang stood in front of the commander with prepared dry food samples, anxiously and nervously waiting for the results.
It was not beyond Wang Ping's expectation. After eating, both the deputy commander-in-chief and deputy chief of staff showed very satisfied expressions on their faces.
"Yes, it tastes very good and fragrant. More importantly, it is easier to swallow than hard steamed buns!" the deputy commander made a judgment.
Then he stared at Wang Ping with a satisfied look on his face and said, "Well, Wang Ping, I didn't expect you to have such a skill, that you can even make meritorious deeds as a cooking squad leader."
The deputy chief of staff next to him was also very happy, but he did not lose his mind. He asked seriously: "Can this kind of dry food be produced on a large scale, how long can it be stored, and what is the cost?"
"The cost is very low. Ordinary fried noodles are similar to the steamed buns we used to make. Fried noodles with added meat cost a little more. The only extra cost is a little labor, but I think this is not a problem. We can mobilize the people in the base area to help in their free time.
We make it!"
"As for the storage time, if it is kept dry, it will last at least one year. This means that we can store it in advance and take it out directly when we need it!"
The smile on the deputy chief of staff's face grew wider. He stared at the deputy commander and said: "Boss, I think this kind of fried noodles can completely replace all the current dry rations of the Eighth Route Army and become the first generation of field dry rations for our Eighth Route Army!"
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