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Chapter 592: Army pot, that’s what it tastes like (Second update, please subscribe)
Sometimes, there are many things that are never avoidable. There must be something you want to do your best to avoid, but what is destined to happen will definitely happen.

This does not even depend on human will. In fact, everything has been doomed since last year.

When the world trend inevitably slides in one direction, for many ordinary people, their every day is the same as before, without any difference. After all, for ordinary people, their lives are nothing more than repeating yesterday's most ordinary life day after day, that is, just going with the flow.

In the early morning, as the sun rises, Seoul remains as it has been in the past - chaotic and dirty, with dust flying on the streets, accompanied by the cries of vendors, and newsboys walking through the streets, waving newspapers and shouting. As for the shoe-shining teenagers, they carried their boxes and ran to the busiest streets to grab the best seats.

If you ask these Koreans what is different between before and after independence, almost all of them will answer - they have become poorer.

This is deeply experienced by many teenagers. Before Japan surrendered, they could still study in schools. But now that they are independent, many schools cannot continue because they cannot pay wages. I don’t know how many teenagers have dropped out of school because of this.

It is for this reason that there are many shoe-shine boys in school uniforms on the streets of Seoul.

Although it was early in the morning, Zheng Silu still took his brother Guilu to the Bank of Borneo. Unlike others who were waiting for customers to come to have their shoes shined, he ran straight into the dormitory to shine their shoes.

As soon as he entered the kitchen, Zheng Siru bowed quickly.

"Uncle Chen, good morning."

Unlike many people, Zheng Siru's Chinese accent has a Shandong Province accent, because their father is an overseas Chinese from Shandong Province, and it is for this reason that he can enter this dormitory.

After all, they are all compatriots and will always take care of their compatriots. This also eliminates the need for them to stay on the streets like other teenagers, waiting for business to come to them.

"It's Silu and Guilu who are here,"

As a bank chef, Chen Dali said with a smile as soon as he saw these two fellows.

"There's no need to shine shoes today. I'm just a cook, so I can't wear leather shoes to work. I only wear them occasionally to support the scene. By the way, have you two eaten?"

"After eating, Uncle Chen, in this case, we can ask other people."

"Don't worry, let Guilu shine their shoes. Just those few pairs of shoes, he can do it alone. These are yesterday's leftovers. They are all left for you."

"Thank you, Uncle Chen."

"You're welcome, we're all from Shandong Province, and we should take care of each other. By the way, I told your father what I told you last time."

Looking at the young man in front of him, Chen Dali said indifferently.

"You are still so young, so don't delay."

"Tell me, my dad said there is no such thing as a good thing. I can study and have food and accommodation included."

"Your father, you are confused. Even if you go to the embassy to go through the formalities, you can still embarrass him. If he doesn't do it, you can go get it yourself with your expatriate certificate. You should study more while you are young. Don't imitate Uncle Chen and me. You will never do it for the rest of your life. Just be a cook.”

Reminding the little fellow, Chen Dali had already helped him carry out the tin bucket full of leftovers, and he didn't forget to give him a warning beforehand.

"Come in the evening. The weather is starting to get hot now, so you don't have to worry about things."

"Well, thank you, Uncle Chen."

Zheng Silu tied the iron bucket full of oil and water on the back seat of the old bicycle and pushed the bicycle out. Before going out, he said hello to his younger brother who was polishing shoes, and then rode the bicycle towards home.

Zheng Siru shouted as soon as he got home.

"Mom, I'm back, and Uncle Chen has packed another bucket of food."

As he spoke, he carried a big iron bucket into his restaurant. The woman who was cleaning up the small restaurant took a look and said quickly.

"Oh, I will thank you very much later, Uncle Chen, you know?"

"Yeah, I know. Wait for the Dragon Boat Festival in a while. Mom, make some rice dumplings and I'll bring them to Uncle Chen."

As soon as Zheng Silu finished speaking, Zheng Si, who was still drunk next to him, said.

"In the lean years, if the cook is starving to death, how can anyone give him rice dumplings? I'll buy some other things then..."

As he spoke, Zheng Si walked over and looked at the iron bucket, and his eyes lit up.

"His grandma's, there's so much meat in the leftovers. This Bank of Borneo is really a bank. In the past, when the Yankees didn't retreat, they only had a few pieces of spam in their swill buckets. It's better to pour meat and vegetables here. Continuously, it’s a pity that there are too few people. The swill in the Yankee camp was a good thing in the past. It’s a pity. What a good place to go!”

A few years ago, before Japan surrendered, the Russians first occupied this place, and then the US military took over Seoul. For ordinary people, those were good days. There were swill dumped by the US military everywhere around the military camp, and Spam was The lunch meat is enough for a big meal. I don't know how many restaurants have started a "troop hotpot" business using it.

However, such good days did not last for a few years. In June last year, due to issues such as garrison funding and logistics, after some controversial discussions in Washington, in view of the fact that the Russians withdrew their troops from the north and asked them to withdraw from the south, the United States After all, the people finally withdrew all the troops stationed on the peninsula, leaving only some military advisers.

For restaurant owners like Zheng Si, the most regrettable thing is that they no longer have the raw materials for the army pot, which is definitely a huge loss for them.

Saying "It's a pity", Zheng Si picked up a piece of meat the size of a palm with chopsticks and said.

"Damn it, cut this meat into slices, then pick it, and use a knife to cut the large pieces of meat. Don't waste it..." Zheng Si complained while picking the meat.

"These Nanyang people are really used to living a good life. How can they put so much oil in cooking? Damn it, if we add a few more kilograms of vegetables today, we can't waste the oil and water!"

In this way, the couple got busy, and even when their son said hello to leave, they just waved their hands.

"It's really a disaster. Such a good thing is actually treated as swill..."

"Look what you said, if it weren't for this bucket of swill, the stew in our restaurant would be so cheap!"

The woman's words made Zheng Si smile.

"Come on, that's not because you Korean stick boys are poor!"

"You're not poor. Who's looking for you if you're not poor..."

"Hey, you just came to find me, otherwise you would just smell the swill bucket."

"That's not true. You smell like that all over your body..."

The couple talked and laughed, picking out the meat from the swill, cutting large pieces with a knife, cleaning the swill bucket, and throwing it into the big pot. This pot of stew is a day's business, with oil and meat. Coupled with the spicy pepper sauce as the soup base, the taste is so mouth-watering.

But even such delicious food is out of reach for most Koreans.

At noon, when people passed by the restaurant there, smelling the aroma from the iron pot, they all drooled and took two deep breaths. For many ordinary people, they can smell the aroma of meat. , which is very rare.

Although the smell of meat on the street was very fragrant, Jin Renmei, who was in a hurry, did not feel anything. She quickly arrived at the hospital with a lunch box in her arms. When she arrived in the room, she saw her mother sitting on the hospital bed. Even in the hospital, my mother still tied her long hair behind her head as before. Although her face was pale, she still looked very elegant. This was a habit that my mother had developed since she was a child. She came from a scholarly family and was well educated. .

As soon as the pale woman saw her daughter, she quickly put on the mask and said.

"Hitomi, didn't I say I wouldn't let you come over?"

"Mom, I happened to be passing by here and came to bring you some food,"

The rice was just a little rice and some spicy cabbage, but even so, it was a very rare delicacy. Faced with such delicacy, the woman had no taste at all and just coughed a few more times.

Jin Renmei quickly stepped forward, patted her back and asked.

"Mom, would you like some water?"

"Hitomi, otherwise, let's go home. This disease cannot be cured..."

The mother's words made Jin Renmei speak quickly.

"It can be cured, it can be cured. I heard the doctor say that there is a special medicine that can treat this disease... I will ask the doctor later."

It’s just that this medicine is too expensive!

The doctor's answer quickly plunged Jin Renmei into despair.

"There is this kind of medicine, streptomycin produced in Nanyang, but one injection costs 300 yuan, and it costs about 15 days, which is 4500 yuan!"

4500 yuan!
Even if you sell all the valuable things in your home, it won’t work! A few years ago, her family would still be able to afford it, but now there is nothing in her home, only an empty house. When the Russians came over a few years ago, they not only moved away all the equipment in the factory, Moreover, he also killed his father who was guarding the factory in the factory, and all his belongings in the house were also robbed.

"And this is just the beginning. Judging from your mother's condition, she still needs follow-up treatment, which will cost about 10000 yuan."

My goodness!

Where can I find so much money?
Her family still had some savings in the bank, but it was in the Bank of Japan. However, after Japan surrendered, the Bank of Japan also closed down.

Although the government is currently negotiating with Japan on deposit issues, there is still no time in sight for banks to reopen for withdrawals.

The banks are still closed now. If the family's savings cannot be withdrawn, how can they have money to treat the mother's illness? But if this continues, will the mother's body be able to survive?
Seeing the girl's desperate look, the doctor thought for a while and asked.

"But there is another way."

"any solution?"

Wanting to grab the last straw, Jin Renmei asked quickly.

"Does the doctor have any other ideas?"

the doctor said.

"Do you know any overseas Chinese?"

(End of this chapter)