The strategic situation map is a very important thing. Every commander holds such a map in his hand. They dare not easily say that they will directly send troops to fight the Japanese or start a fight with the Japanese. But, the so-called
There is no so-called accuracy in the situation map. They only roughly mark a place.
However, Hancheng has become a living map. The nearby villages and control areas have been marked by Hancheng, and which villages where Japanese troops are stationed have been colored. It can be said to be very accurate.
"Chief of Staff, are you lying? This stuff is not trustworthy!"
"Am I the one who has the final say on whether it is trustworthy or not? You have to really send someone to inquire to find out. If you don't inquire, you won't know."
The comrades in the Secret Service looked at Han Cheng who was marking on the map with distrust on their faces. Han Cheng didn't let them trust him anyway. This drawing was all drawn by him with so much hard work. From the image in his mind
It was cut out from a professional map, and it was quite a professional military map. This large piece of paper was still white before, but now, it has formed a complete military map.
"But your skills are quite good. I have never seen anyone who can draw a map similar to that of the division headquarters by himself."
"Hey, you look like you think my map is not as good as the division headquarters' map?"
Han Cheng was too lazy to deal with this ignorant person. Such a detailed map would be too wasteful to just look at the situation between the enemy and ourselves. In peacetime, Han Cheng could have marked out the distribution areas of any minerals, but now it was just to look for trouble.
The Japanese went to verify it and something went wrong.
"Okay, then you can send this map to the brigade headquarters later and see what the brigade commander says."
What can the brigade commander say? The map in the brigade commander's hand is not as good as this map. They were all seized from the Japanese and patched up. The map of the regiment commander is even more nonsense. It is completely
Just like drawing by hand, a mountain represents a mountain, and a river represents three streams of water.
Han Cheng finally marked the scale, and it was a large piece of paper, a map bigger than the Eight Immortals' table.
"Okay, you can send it over."
Han Cheng looked at the red dots on the system again. Those are hostile armies. You must always pay attention to the movements of these armies, otherwise a surprise attack will be enough for you.
"It sounds like it's true, who believes it?"
"Don't worry about it. Anyway, sending this thing here will definitely be of some use."
The explanation had just been completed, and then a troop came directly to the repair shop. Everyone was carrying big cloth bags, and the things inside seemed to be heavy.
"Chief of Staff Han, take a look and see if this is what you want."
Han Cheng took a closer look and realized that he was coming from the brigade. When he opened the bag, he saw that it was full of stones. These stones were like yellow sandstone, but this stone was darker than the yellow sandstone.
Han Cheng touched the stone, then put it in his mouth and tasted it, and a salty taste came out.
"That's great, you guys are very fast!"
Unexpectedly, the brigade commander was very fast, and it was delivered to him in just a few days.
"That's right, the brigade commander didn't believe it at first. After he sent people there, he found that there were indeed stones in this place, and the stones tasted really salty."
Han Cheng hurried to the workshop because he wanted to use a big pot, and the only big pot was boiling tea with tea leaves.
"That's it! Hurry up and clear out the big pot. We won't boil the teapot today. Let's boil the salt right away!"
The man was playing with the fake jade when he heard Han Cheng's shout and quickly organized people to fish out all the teapots. After all, to be honest, teapots are cooked in a day or two, so it doesn't matter if they are fished out.
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"Hurry up and help me! This is salt!"
Regardless of how hot the pot was, several people immediately picked up all the teapots and poured out all the water.
"Quick, quick, change the water, give it to me!"
Han Cheng gathered the apprentices here, then quickly poured water into the pot, untied a sack of stones and poured them all into the pot. The stone hammer next to him was requisitioned, and he began to crush the stones made of salt in the pot.
"I say Mr. Han, don't commandeer our cauldron next time. This is fake."
"I know, there is nothing we can do now. It's not like you don't know about the salt used in cooking. Everyone eats it so blandly, don't you think? We have dozens of kilograms of salt left over in our cooking class. Wouldn't it be even more important when roasting mice?
Is it delicious?”
This thing gives priority to satisfying oneself, and then makes plans for the rest. The person who came to deliver the stones looked at Han Cheng who was boiling salt, and really felt that Han Cheng was a little too panicked. After all, he was still a cadre, so he was so impatient in doing things?
How can you not be irritable? You have been eating rice with almost no salt since the beginning of the year, and you feel angry or angry! Just by soaking the loess in water, the salty taste is only enough to relieve the inner anger, but it cannot cause fundamental problems.
"Here's the linen cloth, prepare it for me. Wrap it with charcoal inside and filter the water for me!"
It was so busy that Han Cheng was very happy. From eating steamed buns with sugar to eating sweet potatoes with salt, his life was getting better and better. After a while, a pot of salt was enough to handle it.
, just wait for the water to dry out, and then scoop out these crystals.
A dozen kilograms were left behind in Hancheng, and the remaining thirty kilograms were taken away by the brigade commander's men, but they kept all the remaining stones.
"Oh, Mr. Han, with your skills, you can make a living anywhere."
"Where are you now? You will know in the future that I know a lot of things. Follow me. Although I can't guarantee your glory and wealth, I can at least guarantee that you have food to eat."
The man also admired the snow-white salt. The technical work involved here is not just a matter of looking at it. What should be added and how much firewood should be added? More importantly, the salt is snow-white. After grinding it, it looks like
Same as sand.
"Oh, this salt is really good. I have never seen salt so white. I remember when I was a lord, there was less sand in the salt, and the salt that was not very yellow was considered to be the best salt. There is no salt like this.
OK!"
"That's right, we have to take care of ourselves when we eat and drink, otherwise how can we afford our stomachs? Ask your little apprentice to send the salt to the cooking class. We will eat this at night and ask them to put more salt!"
It is very sad to live without salt. I have no choice but to slowly improve my life. The current food cannot fully satisfy self-sufficiency. I can only try my best to ensure that everyone does not starve to death, but in this way
If we can't go on, we must meet the food needs of the base area as soon as possible, and we must be able to support the frontline troops in large quantities.
"Okay! Long worm! Send it over quickly, our men's dishes are quite salty today!"
The brigade commander was also like this at this time, but unlike Han Cheng, the brigade commander directly asked the cooking team to use this salt to pickle the pickles. The pickles can be kept forever, and it would be a pity not to pickle the pickles with such good salt.
"Oh, it seems that our chief of staff is still somewhat useful!"
On the table in front of them, several staff officers were drawing maps. The map they used happened to be the one sent by Han Cheng, and Han Cheng's name was written on the line of the person who drew the map.