Zhao Baisui stood outside the east gate of Jeju City, looking up at the tall gatehouse, a little distracted. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He had only been to Jeju City once, and that was when he was seven or eight years old, and only a little ignorant shadow remained—for Zhao Baisui at that time, Jeju City was an unreachable place, as if it was as far away as the horizon; But now Jeju City feels like his own backyard, especially after the Ximen Gatehouse has been replaced with a new brand.

Thanks to the earnest teaching of the ancestors in the camp during this time, Zhao Baisui recognized the three Chinese characters on the sign - that is "Chengtianmen"; It's just that Zhao Baisui still can't figure out what the three words Chengtianmen mean; If you don't understand, you can't understand it, Zhao Baisui laughed at himself in his heart, anyway, he didn't want to study and take the Xiucai exam, so what about him.

After finishing in a daze, he stepped forward, but when he reached the city gate, he was stopped; The guards at the door were two North Koreans, who asked him what he was doing in Korean with a knife on his waist, and his face was full of arrogance -- today was Zhao Baisui's first day off, and he was wearing civilian clothes.

Zhao Baisui, one of the two North Koreans, knew that he was the second eldest of Cui Dabi's family in Sandali in the south of Shuishan, Zhao Baisui had a fight with him when he was young and herding sheep, but he was beaten by Zhao Songjie and brought to Cui Dabi's house to make amends, this guy's arrogant appearance Zhao Baisui remembers it clearly; How many years have passed, and this guy still has that unbeaten expression on his face.

Zhao Baisui's uncomfortable face naturally came out, he just wanted to reply but suddenly had an idea, and said impatiently in his still jerky Chinese, "What kind of bird language do you say, I don't understand!" ”

The second child of the Cui family was obviously not on duty at the city gate on the first day, as soon as he heard him speak Chinese, he looked up and down again, and suddenly his face changed, and his already compact facial features were stacked even tighter, looking like a chrysanthemum; The chest that had been erect was bent down, and he folded his hands in a very strange Chinese dialect, "Please...... Come in! ”

Seeing him so conceiving, Zhao Baisui's heart was as sweet as eating honey, and when he walked into the city, even the long doorway felt less deep.

Han Chinese, or people who can speak Chinese, are now worth twice as much as they are on Jeju Island!

This is what Zhao Bainian has heard from the veterans in the camp for a long time, but because his family now lives on the east coast, and most of the people around him are Han Chinese, he has no personal experience; Today, taking advantage of the mid-day break, he got up to visit Jeju City, but he deeply realized what it means to be treated as superior.

After entering the city, this feeling became more and more distinct - there were many more Chinese characters on the cross street, and some merchants simply withdrew the Korean characters; No matter which shop he walked to, as long as Zhao Baisui spoke Chinese, the other party's attitude immediately became more respectful, and his eyes showed a strong sense of stammering; What made Zhao Baisui even more excited was that even the boss who ate a cold noodle would stuff him and let him eat it before those North Koreans.

However, what upset Zhao Bonian was that he rushed to visit Jeju City with a month's salary, and planned to buy some good things for his mother and sister, but now he found that many shops in Jeju City were empty, and some simply did not open, which made him very disappointed; I asked the vendors, and it turned out that the trade between Jeju Island and the mainland was basically cut off now, and of course these vendors could not open if they had no place to replenish their stocks.

But it's all here, so you won't go back empty-handed, so Zhao Bonian wandered around all morning, bought some jewelry for his mother, and bought two small baskets of candied oranges for his sister, and was walking back slowly with them in his hands, when he heard a familiar voice behind him, "Erlang, what are you doing?" ”

Zhao Bonian looked back, but it was Lu Han's kid - this guy has grown black and fat in a few months, and his Chinese language has become even more slippery, revealing a strong smell of big stubble - he also has a companion by his side, Zhao Bonian vaguely remembers that it was a Fujian guy in the same brigade during the training camp; Both of them are also carrying things in large bags and small bags, and it seems that they are also here to buy things during the holidays.

The young man hadn't seen him for a long time, and he had a few drinks at the street wine shop.

"Erlang, do you know? Brother Chen has been transferred from the first battalion to the fourth battalion, and I heard that many people from Fujian have been transferred there, "Lu Han is lively by nature, and he is clever, and he is a well-known "bag inquiry" among the descendants of the Song people, and after drinking a little wine, he shook his head and said, "I heard that we are also going to transfer some people to the riding camp, so I wonder if I can fight for it, and then scoop food in a pot with Brother Chen." ”

The big brother Chen in his mouth was the Fujian guy, and after listening to him, he nodded and said, "That's right! I heard that I will continue to transfer Fujian villagers to the fourth battalion, and when you come, I will cover you. ”

Zhao Bonian suddenly patted the table and said, "I'll just say that Company Commander Qi suddenly remembered to ask me to count the Fujian recruits in our platoon, it turned out to be for this!" After speaking, he was a little puzzled, "If the Fujian soldiers are all transferred to the fourth battalion, how many people should there be in the fourth battalion?" ”

Lu Han burped and glanced at Zhao Bainian, "You really didn't hear the wind?" …… The Liaodong soldiers of the fourth battalion should be evenly distributed to the other battalions, or the three battalion commanders must not make a fuss? Speaking of this, he lowered his voice and said, "I found out the news, saying that the first and third battalions are mainly supplemented...... Erlang, your Camp Commander Chen didn't accept it this time, and his face turned green? ”

Zhao Bainian ignored Lu Han's narrow gaze, and pondered to himself what the purpose of such an adjustment was.

"There's big news!" After saying this, Lu Han chattered even more, looked around exaggeratedly and said in a low voice, "I heard that all our camp leaders are going to be upgraded to another level, what is it called...... It seems to be a regiment, and if you encounter bandits Chen in the future, you can't be called Battalion Commander Chen, so you should be called Commander Shen? "Bandit Chen is the nickname given to Chen Zhong by the soldiers of the cavalry battalion, and he was promoted to the commander of the cavalry battalion after the war, and Liu Zhongwen no longer concurrently served as a part-time officer.

"Huh?" It was the first time Zhao Bonian had heard the word head of the regiment, and he couldn't help but ask in surprise, "Is there any difference?" ”

"Of course it's different!" Lu Han rolled his eyes as if he was ostentatious, "You don't understand this, there are more people in charge when the official is big...... We now have less than 1,000 people in a battalion, and in the future, when a regiment hears that there are three battalions, how many people do you count...... And we have to have cavalry, and that's what we do for the cavalry battalion...... Not only cavalry, but also artillery was pumping people...... Oh my! How big will we be in the future! ”

I don't know if it's the effect of these words, or the effect of alcohol, anyway, Zhao Bonian's chest seems to have suddenly ignited a raging fire, as if he has returned to the moment when the North Koreans who were chasing after their crying father and calling their mother ran all over the ground - more than 1,000 people killed three or four thousand, what about 3,000 people? What about five thousand?

Until he turned over and stepped on the way home, Zhao Bonian was always dizzy; After entering Yingzhou City, he leaned back a little, and as he walked slowly, he seemed to feel that someone was staring at him.

When I turned my head to look, I saw a familiar figure! (To be continued.) )