Afterwards, I was solemnly summed up that I was destined to be unsatisfied. Once I was so gloomy that I had forgotten, I would soon have an invisible hand of fate that would hold me hard and slam it heavily on the ground.

Less than ten days after leaving the water police station, just as Zhuang Yan began to chase after Comrade Xu Dianshe as his goal in various military projects, the poet Yi Jun suddenly pulled Zhuang Yan, who had just walked out of the canteen, to the side one afternoon.

"Lao Zhuang, I have something to talk to you."

Looking at Yi Jun with a thief, Zhuang Yan suddenly felt that this guy must have no good care for him.

So he asked vigilantly: "Yi Jun, what do you want to do?"

Yi Jun stretched out his two fingers, gestured in the air, and made a gesture of holding cigarettes: "No more, come on a cigarette, I know you have good cigarettes, Hongtashan."

Zhuang Yan spat, "Poet, please keep it in front of me. If you have something to say, you will be overwhelmed, why are you pretending?"

In the past, a cigarette would not be a problem for the solemn.

But the feng shui changes, and today is different from the past.

Most of the money brought by Zhuang Yan was sent back, and the rest was hidden in private. Unexpectedly, after He Huan ran away and poked a big mess, the entire battalion inspected it. Everyone's luggage and drawers were opened again and checked it carefully, and even their bodies were searched.

The hidden money will naturally not be hidden.

Nowadays, all the money is taken to the bank by Yin Xiancong, and the passbook is sent to the new recruits. They know the password, but the funny 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 certification, which can only be viewed but not spent.

After awarding the title, Zhuangyan received a allowance.

The allowance fee is a joke for the town soldiers who are used to being generous at home.

RMB 35 per month!

RMB 35!

When Zhuang Yan got it, he almost cried.

No wonder those who joined the army dedicated their youth to the country.

When I was at home, Zhuang Yan went to the game hall to play arcades for one day. It costs 30 cents per game currency and played at least 100 pcs a day, which would cost 30 yuan. It would be almost as much as the one-month allowance here.

The soldiers sweat, endured hardships, and suffered, no matter how much they were, they were not equal to the allowance of 35 yuan.

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

Zhuang Yan realized for the first time what it means to be difficult in life.

Turn right outside the gate of the Eighth Company, there is a small Japanese miscellaneous shop run by locals, which is also the place where soldiers of the Eighth Company purchase daily necessities every month.

Toothpaste, shampoo, soap, toilet paper...

Zhuangyan was taken to buy daily necessities for the first time. She lost half of the 35 yuan she had, and the remaining ten yuan was only available to buy the cheapest cigarettes.

Hongtashan costs 10 yuan, so it’s impossible to get it.

Meideng cigarettes are 3.5 yuan and Temes are 3.5 yuan. This is the cheapest product. In the past, Zhuangyan, who saw these cigarettes in the store, could only buy four packs of this kind of cigarettes a month. One of them had to be jointly invested with Yi Jun, otherwise it would be a one or two dollars apart.

Three and a half packs of cigarettes per month are not enough for solemnity, so you can only save smoking.

Sometimes even a cigarette has to be smoked separately from the smokers in the class.

This day...

This time, the second shooting exercise defeated Xu Xingguo. Yin Xiancong gave a pack of Hongta Mountain auspiciousness. He hid the cigarette and was reluctant to smoke it. Occasionally, he took one under his nostril and smelled it and put it back in the cigarette box. It was so precious.

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

Think beautifully!

Seeing Zhuang Yan's stingy face, Yi Jun couldn't help but tease, "Lao Zhuang, isn't it worth it? Brother, I think of you immediately if I have a good thing, and you didn't say anything?"

Zhuangyan said: "Poet, please stop keeping your cover. What good things can you do? Isn't it your signature and collection manuscript?"

The reason why Zhuang Yan said this is because Yi Jun also told Zhuang Yan last week that there were good things to take care of him and that Zhuang Yan would enjoy himself with a Hongta Mountain.

Just as Zhuang Yan had just taken out the cigarette from the cigarette box, Yi Jun handed over a piece of paper with a poem written on it.

That unsightly poem almost made Zhuang Yan vomit all over the floor.

Yi Jun said that this was a poet's manuscript. When he became famous in the future, this thing was as valuable as Van Gogh's sunflower back then, and it was hard to find a draft. Zhuangyan was so angry that he almost spitted on his head.

Yi Jun tsk twice and said, "You just don't trust me so much?"

Zhuang Yan didn't blink for a moment and said, "It's distrust, absolutely distrust. These days, poets are just swearing, similar to talking about hooligans."

We're leaving after all.

Yi Jun grabbed Zhuangyan in a hurry and pulled him back.

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

Zhuang Yan then remembered that when he was having a meal, one of the dishes was fried chicken legs with chili. Zhuang Yan recognized that the chicken legs were the batch of frozen products that the Water Police Station sponsored to subsidize the company's food last time.

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

"There are pig's waists!" Yi Jun immediately increased his temptation without waiting for solemn questioning, "It's also a whole one!"

Zhuang Yanqi said: "You kid don't help the chef today? Where can you get chicken legs and pork waist?"

Yi Jun carefully observed the surroundings, then retracted back to the corner of the wall, and whispered: "I know where it is."

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

Yi Jun said: "Cooking squad!"

Zhuang Yan was stunned, then stretched his face and shouted: "Get out!"

Yi Jun still pulled Zhuang Yan and refused to let go. His index finger made a gesture of silence on his lips: "Shh! Don't yell! It's true, I can get it!"

He began to explain the whole story.

Zhuangyan listened, and then listened. After listening for a while, his eyes were about to fall to the ground.

After hearing this, he glared and asked, "Can this work?"

Yi Jun gritted his teeth and said in a 100% sure tone: "I say it can do it!"

Seeing that Zhuang Yan was still hesitating, Yi Jun continued to stir up trouble and said, "I can't bear to leave my child and can't trap the wolf. There is a high risk and high reward. There will be no pie falling from the sky in this world. People must rely on themselves!"

After a big reason, Zhuang Yan still hesitated.

Yi Jun stomped his feet and used a provocation method: "Look! I usually respect you, Lao Zhuang, are a man, I look for you without looking for anyone in the whole platoon. I didn't expect that you are usually a bully, but you are as timid as a dog if you have any trouble. Forget it, I, Yi Jun, have misjudged the wrong person!"

We're leaving after all.

This time it was Zhuangyan's turn to hold him in his hand, and took out a precious Red Tower Mountain from the cigarette box and handed it to the poet.

"Damn it! I'm afraid of it!"
Chapter completed!