On 1 November 1984, on this day, the leaders made a strategic decision that shocked the world: to reduce the number of personnel in the whole army by 1 million!

It lasted for two years until the implementation was completed in 87 years, and it was known as the "Million Dollar Disarmament".

If we say that '84 was a determination and a strategy, then 4 June 1985 was a circular and announcement to the whole army.

...... of the Kyoto Military Region

Ye Boxuan's eyes fell on Chu Yifeng and several other officers.

From this day on, Chu Yifeng began to work overtime until late at night for two months.

Ye Boxuan picked up two more sentences: "Like regimental secrecy officers, battalion-level typists, similar to this, sort them out." Such a phenomenon is no longer needed in the military district. ”

The boss moves his mouth, and the subordinate breaks his leg.

Chu Yifeng's hands were piled up with four stacks of personal information, and he buried himself in making a report.

In his heart, whether it is a "confidential officer" or a "typist", if they have really made great contributions to the army, they are qualified to stay.

It is precisely because he has such a concept that Chu Yifeng's workload is quite large.

All forms that pass through him will occasionally appear at the bottom of a personal information column, which is specially marked.

……

Ye Boxuan's index finger rubbed his tall nose up and down, and he looked at the report in his hand and admired it spontaneously.

When the meeting was held again, he took the form made by Chu Yifeng and threw it on the conference table:

"This is a model, you circulate and learn." praised Chu Yifeng in disguise.

The corners of Chu Yifeng's mouth turned up, and he smiled at the colleagues present, and accepted it calmly.

He stood under the poplar tree of the military district and looked into the distance.

What will the military district of the future look like?

Will it be similar to other government agencies?

He can only rely on imagination and imagination of the battlefield full of artillery fire;

Imagine that his uncle Chu Hongchi marched forward bravely in the smoke of gunpowder, and was finally blown up without regrets;

envy his leader Ye Boxuan;

Countless martyrs, unsung heroes, they are really recorded in the microcosm of the times.

In the years of burning passion, he never had the opportunity to participate, he yearned.

"Million-dollar disarmament", what does it mean, there is really no war to fight.

So what is he wearing this uniform for? Chu Yifeng was confused for a while, and he didn't seem to have any direction to work on.

……

"Sister, why is the eldest lady going to take a look at us?"

Bi Cheng wore an apron made of black oilcloth around his neck, and he didn't forget to take a big spoon to stir the porridge in the pot while talking, for fear that the bottom would stick.

Bi Yue looked at the back of the old lady who hurriedly walked a few steps, crossed her foot and looked again, and found that the old lady was holding a pencil and was writing and drawing?

She frowned, "I don't know." Then he added: "Let's sell our fritters, she sells her buns, just take a look, don't make a mistake." ”

The siblings were in a state of chaos as in the morning.

One is fried, the other is sold, and Bi Cheng has to be responsible for collecting dishes, brushing dishes, wiping the table, and greeting guests.

In order to reassure the people who came to eat at the stall, Bi Cheng moved over, directly pulled out a water pipe from the small barn and brushed the dishes in front of the diners.

As the old saying goes, a broken home is worth a lot.

In the temporary rental house of the small warehouse, the dishes and chopsticks, the tables and stools for the guests to eat, Bi Yue bought Bi Cheng a second-hand desk, a lamp, and all the guys together, although the sisters and brothers have made a lot of money these days, it seems that they are making money in full swing, but they haven't saved much.

One cent, five cents, after counting and counting, when all of them are purchased, there are less than 50 yuan left in hand.

Just this fifty yuan, under Bi Cheng's reminder, she went to the People's Hospital to buy prescription drugs, painkillers are not sold blindly, Bi Yue found Bi Chengyi with a disgraced face, and really understood why the former sisters and brothers were always not enough.

Should this be considered a kind of "fate"?

Once Bi Cheng squatted at the door of the hospital and was worried, he met a "good doctor", and bought it in his hands at a high price every month.

It is also for this reason that Bi Yue made up her mind that she had to go back to her hometown if she wanted to take time out of this summer vacation.

Go and see the villagers who helped "her" in the small mountain village, she took the original body, and when she went home, she should recognize her father and mother, and take her grandfather to the hospital to have a good look, and she can't take medicine so confused.

In an embarrassing environment and a desire to make money, the sisters and brothers have gone from about ten catties of flour at the beginning to twenty-five catties of flour every morning.

It's not good to be tired, the body is tired, but the spirit is never full. Wholeheartedly, when I returned to the village during the summer vacation, I had to pack a large bag and "celebrate the New Year in advance".

After a period of rush hour, Bi Yue sat on the bench and knocked on her legs, with half a twist in her mouth, and looked up to listen to the eldest sister of the pancake stall teaching her.

"I'll just say you two and a half old children can't do it, why don't you have a heart?! That Mrs. Xu is here to learn the craft secretly, you will make noodles in the house in the future, don't let her learn! Speaking of this in a whisper, Sister Pancake added uneasily:

"Satsuki, you have to keep an eye on it! You are young and inexperienced, you must know that not everyone is good-natured, and some of them are bad behind your red eyes! ”

Bi Yue was puzzled: "Sister Liu, isn't her family selling steamed buns?" Because of her grandparents, she instinctively had a good impression of the old man and the old lady. What's more, Bi Yue never planned to sell fritters for a long time.

In recent days, the eldest brother has eaten better than usual, at least he can eat fried eggs, but he is still scary and stays up late. She is too, her face is not ruddy because of the increase in oil and water in her stomach, but a little sallow and sallow, and her hair falls out badly.

After earning the start-up funds, she has to do something else in the summer, she is not afraid of others learning, but to speak from the heart, she doesn't like Mrs. Xu standing silently and looking around, she feels like being targeted, she doesn't even have a polite word, she is quite convinced of the grandmother's strength!

Sister Liu stroked her hair, and the smile lines at the corners of her eyes were obvious, which showed that she had a hearty personality and loved to talk and laugh on weekdays, but at this time, she looked left and right like a weak heart, and approached Bi Yue and said:

"Didn't you find out that she is the only one who sells steamed buns in our morning market? Or is it an old couple? ”

"They don't have children?"

Sister Liu nodded: "A few years ago, I went to the countryside to be an educated youth, but I didn't come back. Mrs. Xu has such an eccentric personality. I can't do other crafts, so the old couple eats by selling steamed buns. But in the last two years, something big has happened to us. His chin was raised, and he motioned to Bi Yue to look at the intersection:

"You said that the old couple will make buns, nothing else, farming has no land, they are not as good as farmers, we in Kyoto but eating a green onion is not a unit and you have to spend money to buy it...... Did you see the crossing? The place used to sell steamed buns, and the sales were so popular, but now the big guys don't dare to buy them! You know what? The minced meat is of human flesh. The public trial was shot! ”

Bi Yue's upturned Erlang's legs slid down, and goosebumps appeared densely on his two small arms.

A mellow male voice like a subwoofer startled her.

"Bring me a few fritters, four bowls of porridge, are there any side dishes?"

Bi Yue looked back.

Qiao Yan sat at the table with his country wife and three-year-old daughter, who had just gotten off the train, while Chu Yifeng was standing behind Bi Yue, habitually pointing his finger at Bi Yue and commanding people.

The two of them looked at each other for a moment.

Bi Yue frowned slightly and glanced at the fingers pointing at her: handsome, handsome, subwoofer...... But this man is rude!

Chu Yifeng: This! How is she? She, what is she?

It's so ubiquitous and surprising!