The breeders of the army are actually talking about pig breeders, in fact, they are swineherds.

In the grassroots company, this is basically the most comfortable position, everything is good, but it is a little dirty, and the reputation is not very good.

The Eighth Company raised a total of 10 pigs, and the pigsty was placed on the hillside on the right side of the training ground behind the company headquarters.

It is said that there was a veteran who had overstayed his service there to serve the fat-headed, big-eared brutes.

And the swineherd who has overserved is named Zhu Dekang, who is already in his fifth year of service, and he is the oldest soldier among ordinary soldiers in the company, and he belongs to the ashes veteran.

Five-year soldiers are already the limit in compulsory soldiers, and if they continue to serve, they must be transferred to volunteers and hang the arrow rank of volunteers.

The company didn't bother to be strict with this kind of almost elite veteran, and the independent row house placed on the hillside was to let him take care of himself.

Zhuang Yan and veteran Zhu Dekang have never met.

Not to mention solemn, even many recruits don't know what this fairy-like veteran looks like.

The only time I passed by the small row house when I was going to the mountains for offensive training, and through the open window, I saw that there was only a bed, a table, and a cupboard, and then a neat but stained, whitewashed military quilt was stacked on the bed.

At that time, he was quite curious and asked Yang Song, the deputy squad leader who led the team, why is this quilt so dirty?

Yang Song smiled mysteriously and said, That's not a stain, it's cannon oil, it's our old squad leader Zhu is drawing a map!

Gun oil?

Draw a map?

I have solemnly seen gun oil, and I have also seen gun oil, these are the equipment maintenance items that every soldier has to come into contact with.

The solemnity of the time was confused.

He asked Niu Dali, what cannon oil? Is it used to wipe the oil from our platoon 60 mortars?

Yang Song laughed and explained the meaning of the so-called "cannon oil" to Zhuang Zheng, who almost turned his back on laughter.

For Zhu Dekang's impression, solemnity is nothing more.

After dinner, Li Chuangcheng, the leader of the cooking class, ran to a row of houses, stood at the door and shouted: "Solemn, pack up your things, follow me to the cooking class!" ”

Zhuang Yan had no choice but to start packing his backpack, rolling up the covers, and then going to the locker to pack up his bits and pieces.

Yi Jun came over and squatted beside solemnly said, and said with a guilty face: "Lao Zhuang, this is what I have done to you." ”

"Poet, you kid don't talk nonsense, from now on, you will have more eyes, and you will cause less trouble for yourself."

Yi Jun said again: "cough - it's actually okay, go to the cooking class, eat meat as you like, and you don't have to, sleep well and eat well, many people can't go if they look forward to going......"

The usual training of the cooking class is indeed not as tense as the squad platoon, because I have to make breakfast in the morning, so I usually disband and go back to cook after participating in the company's assembly.

Most importantly, the cooking class is well fed.

The building near the water is the first to get the month. The troops are all big pot dishes, vegetables and meat are fried separately, the fried meat is divided into war basins, and then peppers or other vegetables are fried until they are raw, and finally the meat is poured out.

Every time the meat was fried, the soldiers of the cooking squad would pull some meat into their rice bowls under the pretext of "trying saltiness".

Zhuang Zhuang helped the cook, and knew that it was greasy.

But in any case, although Yi Jun comforted himself, he did not comfort him, which made him more uncomfortable.

So he rolled his eyes and couldn't help but say, "Or, poet, you go and talk to the company commander and let me exchange with you?" You're fucking going to raise pigs, and I'm going to stay in the squad row, okay!? ”

Yi Jun immediately stopped his mouth and didn't dare to say any more.

In fact, solemnity is quite annoying to Yi Jun now.

If Yi Jun hadn't offended Xu Xingguo by saying a lot of nonsense that night, there would have been no later incident.

Now it's just a matter of going to the cooking class by himself, but Yin Xiancong is implicated again.

This is the solemn and most undesirable.

He was reluctant to meet Yin Xiancong, and wanted to leave the row before Yin Xiancong returned.

Anyway, they're all gone, so let's just leave it.

Solemn is quite disheartened at the moment.

Three years of soldiers, is it really like when Niu Dali ridiculed himself when he was in the recruit company, he went to raise pigs?

He was not reconciled.

But what if you are unwilling?

People, make up the basket you poke out by yourself.

took the things, solemnly put on the backpack, walked to the door and said to Li Chuangcheng: "Squad leader, let's go." ”

Li Chuangchengdi also had some impressions, especially the pork kidneys and chicken legs that Zhuang Zhuang had stolen from the cooking class before.

"I said you're a dick......"

As he spoke, he shook his head, with an expression of hatred that iron is not steel.

He wanted to criticize a few solemn words from the squad leader's shelf, after all, a well-trained recruit was thrown into the cooking class, and it was quite a burying talent.

"Okay, our cooking class is also good, simple and comfortable, your training is good, come to our cooking class, just to improve our training level."

After speaking, he reached out and snatched the yellow bucket full of bits and pieces, turned around and walked in the direction of the cooking class.

Just a few steps away, I met Yin Xiancong who came back from the canteen.

"Lao Li, I have something to say to Zhuang Zheng, or you go first, I'll take him over later."

The two of them came to the shade behind the row house again.

"Before leaving, won't you give me a cigarette?"

Seeing that Zhuang Zhuang had not squeaked, Yin Xiancong spoke first.

Zhuang Zhuang hurriedly took out Hongta Mountain, gave one to Yin Xiancong, and ordered it himself.

The atmosphere suddenly lightened up.

Yin Xiancong took a puff of his cigarette and frowned a little unaccustomedly.

"I haven't smoked in a long time, and I've quit for a long time."

glanced at the solemn glance, and said: "If you have a chance, you can quit it, this thing is not good for your health, and at the end of the five-kilometer cross-country run, you will feel that smoking is a mistake, and you can't breathe." ”

Zhuang Zhuang smoked a cigarette with some frustration and said, "I'm going to the cooking class, and I don't need to run any five kilometers in the future......"

Speaking of this, I suddenly felt very uncomfortable.

"Squad leader, I'm sorry for causing you trouble......"

Yin Xiancong waved his hand generously and said: "There is nothing to be sorry for, I don't blame you for this, and you don't need to carry any ideological baggage, the company commander talked to me, I can't get into the military school this year, and the company plans to let me stay in the team, and strive for half of the report or direct promotion next year, after all, I have made a third-class meritorious service, and I will strive to get another one next year, and I will be qualified to be promoted." ”

Hearing that Yin Xiancong still had a chance to improve, Zhuang Zheng's heart suddenly felt a lot easier.

He said: "It really doesn't affect you to go to military school? ”

Yin Xiancong said: "It doesn't matter, it's just that I want to stay in the team for a year." In fact, I am also responsible for this, if it weren't for my own review of cultural classes and neglect of management, this kind of thing would not have happened. That night, if I had been there from the beginning, things wouldn't have gotten like this. This year, I guess it's a lesson. But ......"

He took a puff of cigarette, sighed and said, "The third squad leader is different......"

Zhuang Zhuang hurriedly asked, "What's wrong with him?" Isn't it just a verbal warning? ”