However, Wang Shuang also put forward his own request. He could do his own thing in his free time after reporting, and he could also practice marksmanship in a specially designated place.
"Haha, that's it, Sun Wei, come here and take the bullet away."
"yes."
"Fat Wang, come here and take away the people from your department. By the way, arrange a good place for him."
"Yes, leader."
Li Yunlong left happily, with an unexpected windfall hitting his head.
Next, Li Yunlong has to think about how to distribute these thousand rounds of bullets.
However, these bullets are still too few, and Li Yunlong is thinking about how to make other windfalls.
Fatty Wang watched Li Yunlong leave, waved his hand, and led Wang Shuang towards the cooking class.
The New Regiment was stationed in the village, but in order not to affect the lives of the villagers in the village, the New Regiment occupied some houses in the west of the village.
Fatty Wang led Wang Shuang through the village, which was similar to the village he lived in before. It was slightly larger.
After arriving at a house, Fatty Wang pointed to the house and said, "This is our cooking class, and you will work here from now on. There are only eight people in the cooking class now, and including you, there are nine people."
Fatty Wang led Wang Shuang to the side.
"This is where we live, you can live in this house."
Wang Shuang walked in and took a look. There were already four quilts placed on the kang.
The conditions are limited, and besides, most soldiers live in a room with several people.
Wang Shuang smelled the fragrance (foot odor) in the house.
"Ahem."
Wang Shuang lives with Chef Wang, and they always live together.
Chef Wang is a somewhat hygienic person, so although he is poor, he keeps things very clean.
After traveling through time, Wang Shuang, as a modern person, couldn't stand this smell even more.
Wang Shuang hurriedly ran out. "Um, monitor, I want to ask if there are any other rooms?"
Fatty Wang frowned and looked at Wang Shuang. He could see Wang Shuang's disgusted expression.
"All the rooms are like this. Do you still want to have a room by yourself?"
Wang Shuang wanted to nod.
Fatty Wang was originally very happy about the expansion of the team, but after a series of previous events, he had already realized that Wang Shuang was difficult to deal with.
"But all of us must share a room, except for a few people such as the group leader."
"Squad leader, are there any vacant houses in the village?"
Fatty Wang thought for a while, "It seems so."
"Well, monitor, I don't need to trouble you about accommodation. I'll figure it out myself."
"Okay. Then where do you put your things?"
"Let's talk about it later."
"OK."
Fatty Wang turned to look at Wang Shuang, "How is your cooking skills?"
"I used to learn how to cook big pot rice, and my skills are pretty good."
"Okay, then in the afternoon you can try to cook. If you can, you can cook a pot. If not, you have to be responsible for choosing, washing and chopping vegetables."
Wang Shuang nodded.
Returning to the kitchen of the cooking class, Wang Shuang got to know her colleagues in the cooking class.
Lunch is already being prepared now. Fatty Wang went out and wasted a lot of time. Now he was a little anxious, so he couldn't take care of Wang Shuang for the time being. After getting to know him for a while, he went to work.
Wang Shuang is free to move around for the time being, but he cannot go to confidential places in the village.
Wang Shuang can also come for dinner later.
Wang Shuang came to the village, found the village chief, and got a house at the price of three kilograms of grain.
As a result, Wang Shuang got the treatment of a regiment cadre, one person in a room.
Returning to the cooking class, Wang Shuang found that the rice had been prepared and was being packed and delivered to the soldiers.
Wang Shuang hurried up to help.
After the soldiers finished eating, the members of the cooking team began to clean up the leftovers.
There are always people who think that a good cook can at least fill their stomachs and have no worries about food and drink. In fact, it is all bullshit.
The Eighth Route Army's cooking class was very difficult. For example, when climbing snow-capped mountains and crossing grasslands, the soldiers' food and drink was the biggest problem, and it was extremely difficult to light a fire to cook.
The members of the cooking class still have to carry food and pots, which is really difficult.
It's not easy now either.
The conditions of the Eighth Route Army were poor, supplies were in short supply, and every meal was rationed for each person.
Therefore, the number of meals you can cook is limited, and the number of ingredients used each time is fixed.
However, when eating, I would distribute meals to the soldiers. When I saw the pitiful, thin and shriveled soldiers, I would always shake my hands and eat more.
This is not like the aunt serving rice in the cafeteria, who has Parkinson's disease and shakes out the rice, but rather beats a little more so that they can eat more.
In this way, there will be less food left in the end.
As a result, the members of the cooking class could only eat less and clean up the leftovers.
After Wang Shuang helped divide the food, Fatty Wang greeted Wang Shuang.
"Come here, come here. I'll give you bowls and chopsticks. Come here, get some more food. You just came and you need to eat."
Wang Shuang thanked him for his kindness. After serving the dishes, he took the steamed bun and went to sit down to eat.
There are a little less vegetables, but the dry food is rationed.
Eating is the happiest time for the soldiers. Wang Shuang and others ate the food with big mouthfuls.
After picking up a piece of vegetables with chopsticks and feeding it into his mouth, Wang Shuang didn't taste anything.
First of all, there is too little salt, the dishes are bland, and there is not enough oil and water.
Also, the remaining dishes at the end were a bit of a hodgepodge.
However, food is so precious that it cannot be wasted.
Wang Shuang finished her meal, cleaned the bowl and put it aside.