1980 is about to pass, the first day of the old wolf's work, and the last day of 1980, after this day, it is the New Year.

In the morning, the soldiers of the whole battalion sorted out the environmental hygiene, cleaned up their personal hygiene, and arranged the festival environment in the camp.

Six big red lanterns were hung at the gate, 8 colored flags fluttered in the wind, the canteen was turned into a temporary club, the lights were colorful, and the couplet "The town guards the barracks offer youth, and the family is not round".

The entire battalion headquarters has a new look.

In the afternoon, when Xu Weiguo and a few of them had a meeting, the soldiers went to the canteen to make dumplings, these big-headed soldiers are usually training intensively, and it is rare to relax when they are relaxed, today is the New Year, there are not so many restraints, they are all huddled together, lively and lively, talking and laughing and holding dumplings.

Some people make noodles, some people roll the skin, some people chop green onions, some people chop meat, and they are very busy.

The sound of firecrackers in nearby villages is endless.

The canteen of the Jiulitun camp headquarters is in full swing, whether it is a recruit or a veteran, there are not many people who can go home for the New Year, some people have been soldiers for more than ten years, at most they have spent a program with their parents at home, and the rest of the time is spent with their comrades in the battalion.

The soldiers in the north wrapped the dumplings with a good appearance, pinched the skin on the left, dug a little stuffing on the right, pinched the left and closed the right, and the dumplings were not only beautiful, but also full.

Soldiers in the south did not know how to make dumplings, and often either broke the skin or opened their mouths after a short time after wrapping them.

The soldiers from the north hurriedly came over to teach how to make dumplings**, and all the thoughts and blessings were wrapped into the thin dumpling skin!

After Xu Weiguo and others finished the meeting, they also rolled up their sleeves directly, walked into the canteen, and joined the dumpling-making army.

Usually, Xu Weiguo drilled these soldiers enough, and everyone couldn't beat Xu Weiguo on the training ground, and they all held back a kind of motivation in their hearts, wanting to win on this bag of dumplings.

"Battalion commander, I will make dumplings in the shape of butterflies, will you?"

A soldier rolls up both sides of the dough, leaving a small half unrolled, and then turns the dough over, puts in the filling, wraps the filling, pinches up the two straight edges, makes the unrolled dough into eyes, pinches out the pattern of the wings, turns the two wings over, and a lifelike butterfly-shaped dumpling is wrapped.

Xu Weiguo wrapped a dumpling in the shape of an ingot.

Zhang Jianguo also jumped out to join in the fun, "Battalion commander, I will make peony dumplings, will you?"

Xu Weiguo didn't speak, and continued to wrap his ingots dumplings.

"Battalion commander, I will make sunflower dumplings. ”

"Battalion commander, I will make four-cornered dumplings. ”

"Battalion commander, I will make dumplings. ”

Xu Weiguo was still wrapping his ingots dumplings, and he was not provoked by those soldiers at all.

After all the fillings were wrapped, the soldiers who made all kinds of beautiful dumplings looked at Xu Weiguo triumphantly, waiting to be praised.

Xu Weiguo lowered his head and counted the ingots dumplings he had wrapped.

"I made one hundred and twenty ingots dumplings. After Xu Weiguo finished counting, he reported the number to Fang Qianqian, "Go forward, let everyone count the dumplings they wrapped." ”

The triumphant soldiers suddenly realized that something was not quite right.

They wrap beautifully, but the process is complicated, and the number of dumplings is definitely not as much as that of regular dumplings.

Therefore, in the end, after counting the number of dumplings made by the soldiers who wanted to compete with Xu Weiguo to make dumplings, Xu Weiguo made the most dumplings.

Xu Weiguo raised his eyebrows slightly, and said with a smile: "Don't be flashy, be pragmatic." Dumplings are made to eat. My one hundred and two dumplings are enough for my family. The dumplings you make are beautiful and beautiful, but they are not enough to fill your own stomachs.

What, you still have to shout at me, battalion commander, I can make dumplings in the shape of butterflies, can I make dumplings in the shape of sunflowers?"

Zhang Jianguo and the others were directly dumb, their mouths were open, and they thought for a long time, but no one could come up with words to refute Xu Weiguo.

Tian Qi laughed so hard that he couldn't straighten up.

If you want to fight with the battalion commander, even if it's dumplings, you can't fight.

After the water boiled, the pot was steaming, and the soldiers put all kinds of dumplings into it, fancy, butterfly, ingot, and mouth-open, all kinds of dumplings slowly floated up.

The soldiers quickly cleaned up the boards, sat in rows, and began to eat dumplings after singing the military song.

No holiday system, do not forget to prepare for war during the holidays, no matter what time it is, the army is a little different from the ordinary people's homes.

The officers and soldiers enjoyed together, everyone clinked glasses, and the cheers and firecrackers pushed the festive atmosphere to the top.

After eating the dumplings, everyone lined up to go to the auditorium to watch the performance.

Su Yulan, the original head of the art troupe, was imprisoned for harboring and concealing the crime and was sentenced to two years in prison, and the deputy head Wu Yue mutilated the members of the troupe, helped and participated in espionage activities, and framed the battalion officers.

The current art troupe is headed by Bai Qiaoqiao, a newly transferred officer, and Li Huan is the deputy head.

The female soldiers of the Art Troupe, they are glamorous on the stage, and they are also the "stars" sought after by the front-line grassroots officers and soldiers, and they are a respected and expected type of soldiers.

Most of the female soldiers of the art troupe usually practice the basic skills of dance, often go to the training room before dawn to practice dance, make hard preparations and exercises for the performance, and are active inside and outside the barracks for a long time in order to guide the cultural construction of the barracks of the grassroots troops and the important propaganda of the theme education tasks of the troops, and have made a lot of contributions to the cultural construction of the troops.

It is quite rare for someone like Wu Yue to be morally corrupt and vicious.

And after such a soldier came out of Jiulitun, everyone in the art troupe was ashamed of this and regarded Wu Yue as a negative teaching material, for fear that the ideology would desert and one day follow in such footsteps, so the usual ideological education work was regarded as the top priority.

Bai Qiaoqiao and Li Huan's discipline of the members is also rare and strict.

In this Spring Festival Gala performance, they were determined to wash away the shame left by Wu Yue to the art troupe and regain the respect and welcome of the officers and soldiers of the whole battalion.

After Xu Weiguo led the soldiers into the auditorium, the people on the other side of the family building also entered the auditorium in turn under the leadership of Li Aihong and Lin Xiaoman, and came to the designated position to sit.

In the first row in front of the stage, Deng Lao sat last time, and the people who sat this time were Xu Tianlai and Song Tao.

In this performance, it can be seen that Bai Qiaoqiao has spent a lot of effort, and the quality of each program has been improved at different levels, which has won the applause of the officers and soldiers of the whole battalion.

At the end of the performance, when Bai Qiaoqiao led all the members of the art troupe to the stage to thank and wish everyone a happy New Year, he almost shed tears.

The shame of Wu Yue's imprint on the banner of the art troupe seems to have finally been washed away.

I hope that from now on, what the art troupe will leave to people is a positive image, and there will never be a mouse corpse like Wu Yue again.

After the performance ended, Xu Weiguo had time to hand over the unopened letters to Lin Xiaoman.