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Chapter 689 Payroll Issues
A meal of pork, cabbage and vermicelli stew expanded the number of Wang Zhong's assault team to thirty people.

The assault squad became the assault brigade, which was divided into three squads. Each squad was equivalent to a class.

Bu La, who had just been the company commander for less than a month, has now become the squad leader, but they themselves did not expect to get promoted or get rich.

We can only hope that we can drive the Japanese out of our country as soon as possible so that they can return to their hometowns.

Early in the morning, before daybreak, a whistle sounded above the Flag-Sacrificing Hill.

"gather!"

Five minutes later, thirty members of the assault team stood in front of Wang Zhong in dishevel.

Wang Zhong was dressed in military uniform and a helmet. He had a Mazda pistol in his gun bag and several magazines on his waist. He put his hands behind his back and looked at the dishevelled people in front of him. He said loudly, "Today is the first time, and I hope it will be the last time. From now on, whenever the whistle blows, I want to see you dressed and standing in front of me in five minutes."

"What if there are some that are not properly dressed?" Bula asked with his hand raised.

"Easy!" Wang Zhong said, "The first time is five kilometers, the second time is ten kilometers, and the third time is just waiting to be whipped!"

Cao Lin's stern gaze and cold words made everyone's heart tremble. They looked at each other for a few times, but no one dared to stand up and refute.

"I'll give you five more minutes to put on your clothes, shoes and socks and grab your weapons."

"Start counting!" Cao Lin raised his wrist and looked at the people in front of him. When the second hand returned to zero, he gave an order and everyone started moving immediately. Some put on clothes, some put on pants, and some who had not even had time to put on shoes ran back to the camp to look for the shoes they had left behind.

Five minutes later, it finally looked like what was going on. Cao Lin pointed to a mountain several hundred meters high not far in front of them and said, "Do you see that mountain in front?"

"I see!"

"I have placed three flags with numbers on the top of the mountain, corresponding to your three teams. Your task today is to find the flag corresponding to your team and bring it back to me."

"You have three hours. No one is allowed to fall behind. I will assign someone to watch you the whole time. Yesterday's pork and vermicelli are not finished yet. The team that completes the task first will be rewarded with a piece of braised pork."

"On the contrary, the last team didn't even get to eat broth today."

"Did you hear that clearly?"

"Listen clearly!"

"Now that you've heard it clearly, let's go!"

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"It's time to get paid!"

"Payments are coming!"

Just half a month after Bula and others had been tortured by Wang Zhong, the day of salary payment finally arrived. This was also the happiest day for everyone. After receiving the salary and having money in their pockets, they could go into the city and have a good time.

The veterinarian was one of the few literate people in the Sichuan Army, and he was a loyal and honest person, so he became the only candidate for paying him.

If the standards set by the National Government are followed, a private first class earns 10 yuan per month, a private first class earns 10.5 yuan, a private first class earns 12 yuan, a corporal earns 14 yuan, a sergeant earns 16 yuan, and a staff sergeant earns 20 yuan.

What is issued here is not cash, but legal tender. Legal tender is not the French currency, but the legal tender of the National Government.

Although the credibility and purchasing power of the legal currency have been greatly reduced due to the malicious attack of the Japanese devils, and it is not as hard currency as the proof and yellow croaker, it is still in circulation in Yunnan, Guizhou, Sichuan and other places.

"Brother Bu La, Brother Ruoma." Dou Bing held the French currency in his hand and excitedly shared his joy with Bu La and Ruoma: "Look, I got my salary."

Doubing is still the same honest Doubing, but now he is not as timid as he was at the beginning.

Bu La and Yao Ma looked at each other, their eyes met, and without words, they immediately prepared to tease this guy: "Doubing, now that you have the money, what are you going to do?"

"Of course I save it so I can marry a wife." Doubing laughed, his eyes became narrow like slits.

Or he said, "Bean Cake, you are not a child anymore, how about I and your brother Bu La take you for a walk in the city?"

"Okay!"

"I'm going to eat rice noodles. I've been craving Zenda's rice noodles for a long time." Although the bean cake now is not the timid one before, it is still as innocent as before.

"go!"

The three of them immediately prepared to enter the city, but before they could leave their position, they were stopped by Wang Zhong.

"What are you doing!"

Wang Zhong looked at the three people, his eyes gazing back and forth over them.

"I finally got the news, so of course I'll go into town and have some fun."

Wang Zhong walked up to Bula and looked at him deeply, then walked up to Yaoma and stared at him for a long time again. Neither of them dared to look at Wang Zhong, not because they felt guilty, but mainly because they couldn't get used to Wang Zhong's heart-piercing gaze.

Finally, Wang Zhong's gaze fell on Doubing. He raised his hand and rubbed Doubing's head, saying, "Doubing, I remember when Yu Xiaoqing came to the shelter to recruit soldiers, you said you were only nineteen, right?"

"In two months, I will be nineteen and twenty." Doubing replied with a smile.

"That's still a young age, this head can still jump up a little bit."

"It can't grow any taller. I was this tall when I was fifteen, and I'm still this tall now. It hasn't grown any taller." Doubing rubbed his head, still looking honest.

"You're hungry every day, and you can't have a full meal for ten days or half a month. Of course you won't grow taller. But now it's different. We have plenty of food. After a while, when your body's deficiency is replenished, your head should be able to grow taller again."

"That's great. I want to go into the city too. Come with me!" Wang Zhong turned around and walked into the city first.

Several people met each other's eyes and exchanged opinions with their eyes. Before making a decision, they all followed spontaneously.

"Don't you have a car? Why don't you drive it?"

Bu La came close to Wang Zhong and asked curiously.

Wang Zhong said unhappily, "Where can I get so much gasoline to burn?"

The three followed Wang Zhong and headed towards Zenda. Without Wang Zhong's order, Bula and Ruoma dared not leave and could only follow.

Wang Zhong first came to the street, came to the front of the butcher shop, cut two pounds of meat, and bought half a pound of brown sugar, then led the three people to Xiaozui's home.

Along the way, Bu La and Lao Ma kept communicating with their eye contact, but no matter how they communicated, they dared not leave Wang Zhong for a single step. They could only follow Wang Zhong all the way to Xiao Zui's house.

The cellar in Xiaozui's house was dug by two of them.

"So many people?" Xiaozui smiled and greeted them warmly, "Welcome everyone!"

"Okay, don't be so polite with them. Go cut the meat. We'll make dumplings today."

“Making dumplings?”

“Okay!” Xiaozui’s eyes lit up immediately when he heard about making dumplings.

"I want to eat dumplings!" Lei Baoer, who had just run out of the house, shouted happily when she heard that she was going to make dumplings. With the opening of the Zhang's grocery store, the business was very good. With Milong's support, Shangguan Jieci didn't have to worry about the source of goods. He just had to take care of the store. Although the grocery store had only been open for less than a month, it brought Shangguan Jieci a lot of income.

If they continue like this, in a few years, the couple will be able to buy their own house and won’t have to live in Xiaozui’s house like they do now.

Bu La, who had already given up on leaving, picked up Lei Baoer, stared into her eyes and said, "Call me daddy! If you call me daddy, I'll give you dumplings."

"Dead pig!" Lei Baoer said crisply, meeting Bu La's gaze.

"Call Dad!"

"Fool!"

"Call me dad... Dad."

"Bad guy!"

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But no matter how Bu La teased him, the little guy just wouldn't cooperate.

"This kid is so smart!" The people next to him laughed and watched the show.

"Is this Brother Milong's son?" Doubing looked at Lei Baoer curiously, his face still full of smiles.

At this time, Shangguan Jieci also came out of the house, wearing an apron, and changed his white clothes into an ordinary coarse gray shirt.

"Sister-in-law!" Seeing Shangguan Jieci coming out, Huo La and Bula immediately stood up and took the initiative to greet Shangguan Jieci.

"Don't be so polite, you guys take a seat first, I'm going to go to the kitchen to help Xiaozui, I won't greet you."

"Go and do your own thing." Wang Zhong said, "Doubing, go and help light the fire!"

“You two go chop the firewood and stack it neatly like that.” Wang Zhong pointed to the neatly stacked pile of firewood under the eaves.

The two looked at each other again, Bu La put down Lei Baoer in his arms, walked to the courtyard wall with Yao Ma, and cooperated to chop firewood piled against the wall.

Now that Xiaozui and Shangguan Jieci both have jobs, they naturally can't go to the mountains outside the city to collect firewood as they did before, so they can only buy it.

However, they still had to chop the firewood into small pieces and stack them under the eaves themselves. Wang Zhong would also help when he was free on weekdays.

"Uncle!" Without Wang Zhong's reminder, Lei Baoer took the initiative to greet Wang Zhong when she saw him.

Wang Zhong raised his hand and rubbed his head, then asked, "Do you miss your father?"

"Yeah!" Lei Baoer nodded immediately. Although he knew that Milong was not his former father, Lei Baoer had never seen his former father. Or maybe he had seen him but had no impression of him anymore.

But Lei Baoer never called Milong "Dad".

"Do you think your father will be back later?"

Lei Baoer nodded.

As soon as Wang Zhong finished speaking, Mi Long's unusually loud voice came from outside the door: "Wife, son, look what I brought you!"

Before he finished speaking, Milong walked into the yard carrying large and small bags of things.

"Where did you go to rob?" Wang Zhong couldn't help but ask when he saw Milong's hands full of things. Yaoma and Bula, who were chopping wood by the courtyard wall, also looked at him.

"What robbery? I bought this with my own money." Milong was different from others. In his mind, as long as they were not in the military camp, Wang Zhong was no different from ordinary comrades.

"I was wondering why you came so late!" Wang nodded, seemingly thinking about something.

"My dear son, come to daddy! Daddy has brought you some goodies."

Lei Baoer walked up to Milong, but never called him dad. She just looked up at him.

Milong placed the thing in his hand on the stone table not far from Wang Zhong, then immediately picked up Lei Baoer and kissed him hard on the face several times.

"My dear son, call me daddy?" Milong looked at Lei Baoer with hope, but Lei Baoer didn't cooperate at all. He turned his head away and didn't call me.

Milong did not force it, and immediately took out a new dress and a pair of new shoes for the doll from the bags of things.

"Daddy, can you help you change your shoes?" Putting Lei Baoer on his lap, Milong coaxed the boy while taking off his old shoes and putting on new shoes. He also took off Lei Baoer's coat and put on the new coat he had just bought.

At this time, Shangguan Jieci, who heard the noise in the kitchen, hurried to the kitchen door and looked at Milong, who was sitting on the stone bench holding his son. A smile immediately appeared on his face and he said gently, "You're back!"

"Well, I'm back!"

Milong said, "I brought gifts for you and Xiaozui. I'll put them outside for now. You can look at them after I'm done with my work."

"Xiaozui and I are making dumplings. It will take a while."

"Go and do your own thing!" Milong waved at Shangguan Jieci.

"Why did you call these two? Let me tell you, they are the typical ones who are not good at anything and eat everything without leaving any."

"Boss Mi, we are here to help your wife chop wood, but you are not only not eager to help, but also make sarcastic remarks."

"Is that the firewood you chopped for my wife? If my wife wants to chop firewood, I can do it myself. Why should I bother you?"

"You are such a jerk. Others at least finish chanting before they abandon the monk. But you are so different. You already despise us before we even finish chopping wood."

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On the other side, in an uninhabited forest not far from the Jieqipo position, Meng Fanle sat on a raised mound of earth, looking at the long-lost letter from home in his hand, his heart still filled with waves.

"What's wrong?"

"What are you thinking?" The veterinarian's voice came from behind. Meng Fanle hurriedly put away the letter in his hand, fearing that the veterinarian would see it.

"What's wrong with you?" The veterinarian did not come closer, but just stood not far away and asked him with some concern.

"I'm fine. I just haven't seen a letter from home in a long time, so I was a little too excited." Meng Fanle explained.

The veterinarian is an experienced person. From his tone, he knows that this guy's heart must be like a bowl of seasoning that has been overturned, with mixed feelings.

I immediately walked over to him and sat down next to him: "You must be missing home!"

As he said this, a flash of sadness and longing flashed across the veterinarian's eyes, but he did not look at Meng Fan. Twenty looked up at the only remaining piece of sky through the gaps between the branches and leaves.

"What are you doing here?" But Meng Fanle didn't appreciate it. He just wanted to be alone, find a corner where no one was around, and lick his wounds by himself.

The veterinarian did not answer his question, but continued to talk to himself: "I miss home too! I miss the mutton soup buns in Xi'an and the oil-splashed noodles in Xi'an."

"If you want to, just go back!" Meng was upset and didn't want to pay attention to the veterinarian. He just answered perfunctorily and added sarcasm.

"The Japs haven't been repelled? Where should I go? Should I go back and wait until the Japs reach my doorstep?"