(Recommended reading: When the meal was about to start, another wave of people came, but it was Lin Si and Master Lin, who rushed over with Lin Shiwen Xiaocui with some drinks and the like, and there were many carriages behind him, saying that it was to celebrate the first Spring Festival of the Sichuan Army Independent Regiment here, and they wanted to be happy together. （）

But looking at the heavy weight of those carriages, Wang Mazhuan and the others couldn't help but slander, it must be that this old guy knows that the flow of people in Trojan County is now greatly increased, and all kinds of goods are selling very fast, and now a large number of goods are being pulled, ready to make a lot of money during the Spring Festival - after all, the refugees are fleeing, and they still have a little family background.

As soon as Niu Pimple saw Xiao Cui, he had small eyes and sparkled hehe, Long Yun had already put his arm around Lin Shiwen's shoulders and spoke, about the same age and a little knowledgeable, naturally there were many topics, these days, with a refugee village woman who is a crop except for a man, Long Yun can be suffocated.

A huge fire burned in the square, and bowls of hot dumplings came out of the pot one after another.

The people of the Sichuan Army Company were eating hot dumplings, laughing and laughing, and they ate vigorously, until they had a round belly and didn't want to stop, Lin Shiwen, Long Yun and others chewed slowly, it simply became a scene here.

The soldiers of the Eighth Road are also eating dumplings, these guys are good, bring their own food, and don't take advantage of the Sichuan Army Company, but I didn't expect Lu Yuan to just eat dumplings with a bowl and pass by and greet Lei Ming: "Let's eat some together?" ”

This guy immediately copied the sea bowl by himself, and shouted vigorously: "Don't have soup for more dumplings, you can't drink soup!"

Han Xiaolei and several regiment commanders in Dingshan were also unceremoniously, not only fishing for the bowl themselves, but also greeting those soldiers: "Eat all, eat all, Captain Lu is treated, this face must be given!" And then he made a fierce attack like a hatred, as if he wanted to eat all the qi he had received in the Sichuan Army Independent Regiment for a while.

"Shameless, shameless!"

Wang Ma Pole, Lone Wolf, Big Dog Bear and a few others immediately scolded him, and the business was not small at all, and he didn't care about these eight ways to hear.

"Captain, isn't this okay?"

Political Commissar Liu Minghui still has a face to some extent, and when he heard these scoldings, he lowered his voice in shame and said: "We are obviously knocking on the door, and we are still eating and drinking other people's, I can't say it......"

"Eat you hard, don't eat for nothing, if you like to eat dry food, I won't stop you, go and keep the whole dumplings for me to have a supper for a while - you scholars, you are going to die to save face and suffer crimes!" Lei Ming's face was frank, and the food was called a pleasure, and the same was true for Han Xiaolei and others, without the slightest sense of embarrassment of eating people's soft mouths.

Liu Minghui gritted his teeth fiercely, eat!

Anyway, there are a few regiment commanders in the head, and it is not only themselves who are disgraced, they are on top of the sky when it falls.

"These guys can eat better than Lao Tzu!" Luo Youcai and others scolded.

"Forget it, let's eat, it's ready anyway, there are still more dumplings!"

Lu Yuan smiled and said: "Don't look at these guys in front of us, there are five or six people in front of us, their life on the side of the Eighth Route Army is not so good, such good food, you can't touch it a few times a year......"

"But we don't have a lot of money!"

Niu Pimple said, among all the people here, he is the most impressed with hunger, watching those eight roads eat at the speed of one dumpling at a time, uncomfortable as being dug with a knife on the tip of his heart.

"It's not bad!"

Lu Yuan smiled and said, "Wait, wait a while, I'll let them spit out the dumplings that they ate ten times and a hundred times for us!" ”

Hearing this, the cow pimple and a group of stupid guys barely kept their mouths shut.

"Fragrant, really fragrant, Head Lu, your dumplings are good!"

After eating and drinking, Lei Ming Han Xiaolei and the others came over with a shy stomach, and said with satisfaction: "But next time, if there is more meat and less cabbage, it will be better - there is a chance to improve!" ”

With two howls, the big dog and bear rushed up with two pieces of firewood in a hurry, if it weren't for the lone wolf Ma Yunshan and others pulling fast, it is estimated that they would have to directly open the scoop to Lei Ming and others!

Also, those who eat others for nothing still say that other people's things are not delicious enough, what do these mean?

(When I wrote this paragraph, I remembered the book fans who sprayed me in the book review area, almost all of them have zero fan value, which is really emotional)

"What are you doing? Didn't you just eat a few bowls of dumplings at home? As for being so stingy? ”

Han Xiaolei was obviously the kind of smiling tiger who was angry and didn't pay for his life, and said in a non-yin and non-yang manner: "Let's fight tonight at the Chinese New Year's Eve Gala of the Independent Regiment of the Eighth Route Sichuan Army, but on the stage - the stage is a martial arts competition, and this stage can become a private brawl!" ”

Speaking of pointing ahead, a large open space had been cleared in the center of the small square, Liu Minghui went up and howled a song from the Liberated Area in his throat, which won a round of applause, and then the regiment gave everyone New Year's greetings, and said with a full posture: "Fellow villagers, fathers and elders, all the officers and soldiers of the Sichuan Army Independent Regiment, the activities of the two armies on Chinese New Year's Eve have officially begun now -- please invite our army's Thunder Thunder Regiment Commander, Han Xiaolei Han Regiment Commander, and Sichuan Army Independent Regiment Commander Lu to come to the stage and agree on the competition items, okay?" ”

"Good ......"

For a while, the applause was thunderous, and the people applauded.

"Captain Lu, please!"

Lei Ming Han Xiaolei obviously saw a lot of this kind of scene, and when he came to the stage first, Lu Yuan smiled indifferently, got up and followed, and was not stage frightened at all.

"Head Lu, there are so many people in Trojan Horse County here today, and many of them are celebrating the Spring Festival here for the first time, why don't you also perform a show first, what do you think? Let's choose five judges to score you, maintain the principle of fairness and justice, and see who wins and who loses. ”

Liu Minghui said with bad intentions, he knows too well that performing in front of tens of millions of people, the pressure of people who encounter this kind of scene for the first time is too great, and Lei Ming and others are born crazy characters, plus every Chinese New Year's Eve in previous years, these two people have not performed less in the troupe, winning the game, it should be a matter of nine out of ten.

"Captain Lu, if you don't dare or can't wipe your face, then forget it!" Lei Ming laughed.

Those eight-way soldiers also laughed, looking like they had won on their side, Xu Yun, Yang Zongman and others, and even Long Yunlin Shi Wen were a little nervous, in their eyes, Lu Yuan was a good hand at arranging troops and even killing the enemy, but can he do this show?

The common people applauded, and many people also instigated Lin Siyou to come to power, and Lin Siyou waved his hand again and again and refused, and he didn't drink too much today.

In this era when nothing can be done as soon as it gets dark, and there is no entertainment at all, as long as there is excitement to watch, they are satisfied, and many of them even quarrel over the qualification to be judges, and they don't care who wins or loses.

"Okay!"

Just when many people thought that Lu Yuan didn't dare to agree, he didn't expect him to agree indifferently, and at the same time added with a smile: "But such a dry competition, it's not interesting - why don't you add some color?" ”

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