Special Years

Afterwards, he solemnly concluded that he was destined not to be shy, and once he was carried away, a pair of invisible hands of fate would soon grab him and threw him heavily on the ground.

Less than ten days after leaving the water police station, just when Zhuang Yan started to chase after Comrade Xu Typical in various military projects, the poet Yi Jun suddenly came out of the canteen one afternoon. The solemnity was pulled aside.

"Old Zhuang, I have something to talk to you about."

Looking at Yi Jun with a thief face, Zhuang Yan suddenly felt that this guy must have nothing to take care of.

So he asked cautiously, "Yi Jun, what do you want to do, kid?"

Yi Jun stretched out two fingers, gestured in the air, and made a cigarette-holding gesture: "Let's not say anything else, have a cigarette, I know you have a good cigarette, Hongta Mountain."

Zhuang Yan spit and said, "Poet, don't betray me in front of me. If you have something to say, if you have nothing to pull it down, what are you pretending to be?"

In the past, a cigarette was not a thing for solemn.

But the feng shui turns, and today is not the same as it used to be.

Most of the money that Zhuang Yan brought to the troops was sent back, and the rest was originally hidden. Unexpectedly, after He Huan ran away and stabbed the big basket, the whole battalion checked together, and everyone's luggage and drawers were reopened. Once checked, even the body was searched.

Of course the hidden money was not hidden.

Now, all the money is taken by Yin Xiancong and stored in the bank, but the passbook is sent to the recruits, and the password is known, but the funniest thing is that there is no chance to go out at all.

In this way, the passbook becomes a piece of waste paper with numbers and bank certifications printed on it, which can only be read, not spent.

After being awarded the title, Zhuang Yan received a stipend.

The allowance fee is a joke for a town soldier like Zun, who is used to spending money at home.

35 yuan per month!

35 yuan!

When Zhuang Yan got it, he almost cried.

No wonder it is said that those who serve in the military are dedicating their youth to the country.

When I was at home, Zhuang Yan went to the arcade to play arcade machines one day, 3 cents a game coin, at least 100 coins a day, and it would cost 30 yuan, which was about to catch up with the monthly allowance here.

The sweat of being a soldier, the hardships and the sins suffered are nothing to do with the 35 yuan allowance.

Even if I go to the dock as a porter to work as a coolie at home, I am afraid that I will earn more than this every day.

For the first time, Zhuang Yan realized what it means to have a hard life.

Fifty meters to the right outside the gate of the Eighth Company, there is a small sundry shop opened by the locals, and it is also the place where the soldiers of the Eighth Company buy daily necessities every month.

Toothpaste, shampoo, soap, toilet paper...

When Zhuang Yan was taken to buy daily necessities for the first time, more than half of the 35 yuan in his hand was gone, and the remaining ten yuan could only buy the cheapest cigarettes.

Hongta Mountain costs 10 yuan, so it is impossible to smoke.

Meiden cigarettes are 3 yuan and 5 yuan, and Temes are 3 yuan and 5 yuan. These are already the cheapest products. Majestic, who used to see these cigarettes in the store without even glancing at them, can only buy four packs of these cigarettes every month. One of the packs has to be a joint venture with Yi Jun, otherwise it will be a piece or two short of it.

Three and a half packs of cigarettes a month are not enough for Zhuang Yan, so he can only save his smoking.

Sometimes even a cigarette has to be shared with the smokers in the class.

this day...

This time he beat Xu Xingguo in the second shooting practice. Yin Xiancong gave a packet of Hongtashan solemnity. He kept this cigarette and was reluctant to smoke it. Occasionally he took one under his nostrils, smelled it, and put it back into the cigarette case. no.

This time, Yi Jun actually asked himself to take Hongta Mountain?

Think beautifully!

Yi Jun saw Zhuang Yan's miserliness and couldn't help teasing: "Old Zhuang, isn't it funny? Brother, I will think of you immediately when I have something good, so you didn't say anything?"

He said solemnly: "Poet, if you don't sell off your secrets, what good can you do? Could it be some of your autographed collections of manuscripts?"

The reason why Zhuang Yan said this is because Yi Jun also told Zhuang Yan last week that he had good things to take care of him, and let Zhuang Yan give him a red tower to enjoy it.

Just as Zhuang Yan took out the cigarette from the cigarette case, Yi Jun handed him a piece of paper with a poem written on it.

The unsightly poem almost made Zhuang Yan vomit.

However, Yi Jun said that this is a manuscript written by a poet. When he becomes famous in the future, this thing will be worth ten thousand times as much as Van Gogh's sunflowers back then. It is hard to get a draft, and he is so dignified that he almost spit on his head.

Yi Jun clicked his tongue twice and said, "You don't trust me so much?"

Zhuang Yan's eyelids didn't blink, and he said, "I don't trust it, I absolutely don't trust it. These days, poets are all swearing words, almost like saying people are hooligans."

When it's over, go.

Yi Jun grabbed Zhuang Yan in a hurry and pulled him back.

"Do you want to eat a whole chicken leg?!"

It was only then that Zhuang Yan remembered. During the meal just now, one of the dishes was fried chicken thighs with chili peppers. Zhuang Yan recognized these chicken thighs as the batch of frozen products sponsored by the water police station to subsidize the company's meals last time.

In addition to chicken legs, those frozen products also include pork loin and beef.

"And pork loin!" Yi Jun didn't wait for the solemn question, and immediately increased the temptation~www.wuxiaspot.com~ It's also a whole one! "

Zhuang Yan said curiously, "Aren't you helping the cook today? Where did you get the chicken thighs and pork loin?"

Yi Jun carefully observed the surroundings, then retreated behind the corner, and said in a low voice, "I know where it is."

The solemn curiosity was completely hooked up: "Where is it?"

Yi Jun said, "Cooking class!"

Zhuang Yan was stunned for a moment, then elongated his face and shouted, "Go away!"

Yi Jun still held on to Zhuang Yan and didn't let go, with his index finger beside his mouth, he made a silent gesture: "Shh! Don't shout! Really, I can get it!"

He began to explain the ins and outs of the whole thing.

Zhuang Yan listened and listened again. After listening for a while, his eyes almost fell to the ground.

After listening, he stared and asked, "Can this work?"

Yi Jun gritted his teeth and said with 100% certainty, "I said I can do it!"

Seeing that Zhuang Yan was still hesitating, Yi Jun continued to fan the flames and said, "I can't bear to let the child catch the wolf, high risk and high reward, there will be no pie in the sky in this world, people, you must rely on yourself!"

After saying a lot of truth, Zhuang Yan was still full of hesitation.

Yi Jun stomped his foot and used the aggressive method: "Look, look! Usually I respect you, Lao Zhuang, as a man. In the whole platoon, I will look for you without looking for anyone. I didn't expect you to be so arrogant. Cowardly like a dog, forget it, I, Yi Jun, was blind and saw the wrong person!"

When it's over, go.

This time, it was Zhuang Yan's turn to hold him back, and he took out a precious Hongta Mountain from the cigarette case and handed it to the poet.

"Go! I'm afraid of an egg!"

Yi Jun took the cigarette, lit it, exhaled white smoke, and said with a smile, "Okay, we'll split up. After lunch tomorrow, I'll come to you during the lunch break, and then we'll follow the plan."