Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

"...Come on, come on, skewers, whoever eats them will grill them by themselves. This was pickled by the captain himself!"

In a green shade sheltered from the wind, a scarred face dressed in a gray training uniform, holding a red plastic bucket in his arms, and walked over swaggeringly.

"...A group of those who were winked and didn't know how to come and click!"

Seeing the members of the radio oven fiddling under the shade of the tree, they were scarred and cursed.

"...I'll tell you that all the materials today are deducted from my resource quota, and you all have food and drink. Why don't you come up and curse your deputy team!"

Under the shade of the tree, the team members looked up at Scarface and sneered, none of them seemed to get up.

Seeing this scene, Scarface was not annoyed, and put the red plastic bucket next to the oven, stood up and held his waist, moving left and right.

"... Let's agree first. What I have done and the captain's efforts will be put into it later. We will not be responsible for the barbecue!"

Hearing Scarface's words, everyone reacted, looked behind him, raised their heads and asked:

"…Where is the captain? You are the only one here?"

Scarface waved his hand when he heard this, and went to the cold fan next to the oven to sit on the spot. While wiping the sweat on his forehead, he said proudly:

"...Captain... I've brought you some little bastards to drink. The beer I prepared today is one can for each person, and no one is allowed to drink too much!"

"...one can of each person? Refresh beer? Your mother's mouthful, why don't you get a bucket of cold water..."

Hearing the dissatisfaction of the team members, Scarface's expression changed. He glanced at the team member who was talking and said impatiently:

"...Nonsense! If I hadn't seen the captain off today, I wouldn't have given you a can of it, would you know how expensive the food and wine is now?

It's just that 200 ml is not big, and it requires 60 mins of resource quota, so it's enough for me to eat for four days!

It would be nice to have it, and it would be picky..."

"...Ah, don't get me greedy, I never drink alcohol!"

Hearing the sound from the side, the team members stood up together, happily came to a thin man, and took the things from his hand diligently.

"...Come on, I'll do it, you rest..."

"...Yes, yes, yes, give me this, you can sit there and have a good time!"

The team members took Wang Xuebin's things, led him to the cold fan at the upper air outlet, kicked the scar face sitting next to the fan away, and helped him sit down.

Beside Wang Xuebin, the scarred face, who was overturned to the ground, stared at all this blankly, and his lips couldn't help but tremble.

"...this...this...this...this...this...this thing...nothing like you...the bowl hasn't been put down yet, I started to curse..."

"……Ha ha ha ha……"

Seeing this scene, everyone laughed.

"...Okay, stop being chewy. I brought a bucket of edible alcohol. Then you can get some water to mix it, so you can drink it happily..."

Hearing Wang Xuebin's words, Zhang Dongchen turned over with a carp, stepped forward a few steps, grabbed the pocket that Wang Xuebin was carrying just now, and opened it to see.

"...I'll go... Captain Niu***'s Katyusha alcohol, brand-name product!"

“…what? Really or not?”

On the side, a team member rushed forward excitedly, snatched the white bucket from Scarface's hand, and took it in his hand to take a look.

“…Hey, really, the captain is the captain, unlike someone with scars on his face, who is fooling around with beer!

Come on, mix it quickly. Who has citric acid? Add some citric acid and some saccharin to cover up the choking smell!

The Russians' alcohol is good everywhere, but the smell is so terrible..."

Wang Xuebin, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, shook his head and laughed as the team members were busy mixing the so-called "wine".

"...Hey, don't finish the water, leave some for me, I'm still drinking!"

"...I know the captain, do you drink juice? I'll make some for you?"

Hearing this, Wang Xuebin waved his hand quickly.

"...Don't, I'll drink water. The juice you made has a plastic smell, and I can't get used to it..."

“…Okay!”

As he said that, the team members were all busy.

“…Come on, bake and bake…”

"...Wow... the deputy captain is quite generous too... This is mutton..."

"...Nonsense, I'm transported it from Inner Mongolia with my connections. How much favor did I get..."

"...Okay, okay, isn't it just a sheep? As for your scar face, how big is it... Let's see, how big is it...

Hi! How old do I think... I've been making trouble for a long time... "

"...Go to you, call the deputy team if you have something to do. Scarface is a scar, do you want to have some face?

What a bite? How big is your mouth? I am a whole sheep, and can produce forty kilograms of meat?"

"... Then you don't look at how many of us... fifteen people, in the end, one person is only more than two pounds, what's enough for?"

"...Are you a rice bucket? Besides, you can't eat anything else? I have prepared a bag of potatoes, can you just eat potatoes?"

"…Fifteen people…hey…Dongchen, have the others set out?"

Hearing the captain beside him, Zhang Dongchen didn't bother with the team members, so he quickly turned his head and nodded and replied:

"...I've left. Second Artillery and Shunzi were assigned to the space engineering team. Their tasks were very tight. I left just yesterday.

There is no way. According to the scheduled plan, the earth must ignite within thirty years, and the space station must be launched within twenty-five years.

We have to build space stations, build spacecrafts, build ecological circulation systems, and train station personnel, which makes them all crazy..."

Hearing this, Wang Xuebin nodded silently, took a deep breath, and sighed softly.

"...There's no way, time is too tight. When the engine starts, everything may be better..."

On the side, Zhang Dongchen also sighed, shrugged, and said helplessly:

“…it should be…

After the wartime state is over, the government will have resources to tilt towards life. When people are full and well-dressed, there should be no more terrorists...

To be honest, I have really lived enough of either killing people or on the road to killing people...

Sometimes I really feel that I am no different from those terrorists...ah..."

"...Don't think so, at least, we are trying to protect more people, aren't we?"

Beside Wang Xuebin, Zhang Dongchen shook his head slightly, saying nothing, and his confused eyes looked at the distant direction, and the dark sunshine in the sky seemed particularly depressing.

Ah! What a brilliant...the brilliant sunshine...