Xiang Xiaoqiang asked the two wives to sit alone in a car in the back, and he sat in a car with Li Gensheng and a colonel staff officer of the People's Guard's Northern Command who came to pick up the station. Xiang Xiaoqiang plans to spend more time with his subordinates and less with his wife, at least in public, although the two ladies are also his subordinates. But because they are women and are with themselves, the identity of "Mrs." naturally comes first. This Ming said that the modern place is really modern, and if you want to say that the traditional place is really traditional. Pay attention to this, no way.

The convoy drove into the city from the east and headed for the southern suburbs headquarters. Xiang Xiaoqiang and Li Gensheng sat in the back seat, and the colonel's staff officer sat in the front passenger seat. His name is Zhao Cunnian, the word Zisi, is the chief of staff of the mobile team headquarters, and Li Gensheng's direct subordinate, about the same age as Li Gensheng, thirty-six or seventeen years old, the six top students of the year, and he is also young and promising. He wears a pair of gold-rimmed glasses under his big-brimmed hat, is polite, bookish, and has a bit of a "Confucian general" demeanor.

In this Northern Expedition, Zhao Cunnian was responsible for formulating and planning many of the People's Guard's battle plans. Xiang Xiaoqiang also knows him very well.

Xiang Xiaoqiang happily sat in the back seat, watching the scene of Xuzhou City through the car window. But Xiang Xiaoqiang felt that the city no longer had the death, numbness and despair that he had when he came last winter. Xuzhou, which was liberated not long ago, although the houses were still low and dilapidated, and the passers-by were in rags, but the streets were no longer full of garbage, and there were more pedestrians.

Wish. That's hope. Although nothing can be changed in these short ten days, the clothes on the people's bodies are still ragged, there are still vegetables on their faces, and their purses are still shriveled, but everyone believes that from now on, they will get better and better day by day. This kind of feeling can only be experienced by those who have experienced a fatal illness and have just recovered. Although the body is still weak, the disease has been removed, and as long as you take good care of it, recovery is just around the corner.

"Zisi," Xiang Xiaoqiang said with a smile, "It's been a few days since you came to Xuzhou, do you know that the early shops in the city are better?" Haha, I just said, please eat breakfast! There are so many of us, we have already spread that room to the bag! ”

Zhao Cunnian turned his head with a smile and said:

"My lord, you are tired all the way, and your subordinates have prepared breakfast for your lord and everyone in the new headquarters, and we will go to the headquarters to have breakfast while talking about the next grand plans, wouldn't it be good? …… Hehe, besides, this Xuzhou has just experienced the war, and many places ...... I'm afraid I haven't recovered yet. ”

Xiang Xiaoqiang smiled:

"Where, where! Zisi, what you said is not right. It is precisely because of the war that all walks of life are waiting for revival that it is necessary to 'stimulate consumption'! What do you think, for example, Boss Zhang opened an early shop, some time ago there was a war, the city was in chaos, the Qing army was under martial law, he had no money to make and was about to close the door, and now that the war is over, he is waiting for the business to come to the door! Now dozens of us have filled his shop at once, and the losses of many days before have been earned back in one day today, and Boss Zhang's shop has been saved! Do you think this is more conducive to the revival of all industries? Haha, I didn't say it, let's eat in the city! The headquarters eats food every day, and it can't eat flowers. Today I will do the east and take you to experience the market style of our Xuzhou! ”

Li Gensheng also smiled:

"Hehe, Zisi, what the adults said makes sense. Besides, there are so many of us, this is the first time to go deep into a big city controlled by the former Northern Qing Dynasty, and it is also a rare opportunity to observe. What do you think? You can arrange it. ”

Zhao Cunnian was stunned for a moment, and then smiled:

"Oh, yes, yes, my subordinates have forgotten that this is the hometown of adults! Okay, that's how it should be. Then this meal has to be made by our adults! Then the subordinates will be bothered, hehehe! ”

Zhao Cunnian immediately picked up the radio in the car and gave instructions to the leading car in front. Subsequently, the whole convoy changed direction, turned a corner to the southwest, and headed for the "high-end business district" located in Hubu Mountain, Nanguan. …… However, it is only a "relative" high-end business district. Compared with Nanjing's Confucius Temple business district, it is still a world of difference.

Moments later, the convoy pulled up on the side of a rather bustling street. Xiang Xiaoqiang looked out of the car window, and the restaurants along the street were gorgeous, similar to the kind of restaurants he brought to the joint with a stomachache last year. However, these high-end restaurants are closed at the moment. There are a few shops that have already opened, and the guys inside also said that they are not open for business now, and they will not open until noon.

Zhao Cunnian has been in Xuzhou for a few days and knows a little about the situation on the street. He originally wanted to take Lord Xiang to a restaurant with good conditions for dinner. Because he knows what the conditions of the other small restaurants are except for these few high-end restaurants. But now it's helpless, people don't do it early. Zhao Cunnian tried to persuade Xiang Xiaoqiang to go to the headquarters to eat. But Xiang Xiaoqiang has already made up his mind, and this breakfast will be eaten on the street. Now for him, this is no longer a "return to the hometown" or "return to the hometown". In his opinion, this city is a microcosm of the north under the rule of the Northern Qing Dynasty, and he must feel it for himself.

The convoy drove out of this busy street, turned a corner, crossed a side alley, and drove into a civilian area.

Xiang Xiaoqiang saw a "Da Ma Ji Spicy Soup" on the side of the road through the glass, and immediately ordered:

"Zisi, stop, we're here."

The convoy stopped on the side of the road, and a dozen officers also got down. Everyone took a look at this "Da Ma Ji Spicy Soup" shop.

Three blackened and broken brick houses, with a few wooden sticks outside the brick houses, supporting a black oilcloth canopy, and under the oilcloth shed, there are a few greasy and dirty wooden tables and stools.

The ground is dirty, and there is almost no place to put your feet. Large swaths of black, gray juice and thick phlegm had frozen over. There are also places covered with ash ash, probably someone who vomited there before......

The officers of the Ming army almost gaged when they looked at this environment. But they didn't show it to adults, and they didn't want to show it. Many people are wondering in their hearts, why is it that the Beiqing Dynasty is either an extremely luxurious restaurant, or this kind of beggar's nest-like place, is there not the kind of small restaurant suitable for ordinary citizens to consume, although it is not luxurious, but at least decent? If you are in Daming, no matter how small the county is, there are many clean and tidy restaurants. And to the north, there is not a single one to see!

Xiang Xiaoqiang's face was gloomy, and he also felt that his face was very unbearable. He was almost on the verge of turning around and going back to headquarters. But after all, he said:

"Everyone, please go back to the headquarters for dinner. What are we...... I just returned to my hometown, no matter how simple the conditions are, I also want to taste the original breakfast of my hometown. Gensheng, you can eat here with me. Just leave a squad of guards. Zisi, I'm sorry for you to take everyone back to the headquarters first. I'll be here in a moment. ”

Xiang Xiaoqiang had good intentions and didn't want so many people to follow him and pinch his nose to eat in this environment. But the more he said that, the more the others couldn't go on their own. Zhao Cunnian hurriedly said that it didn't matter, although it was a little shabby, it was rare to have such fun. So, more than a dozen officers also sat down with their noses pinched. The guards of the three trucks also got out of the cars and scattered to stand on guard.

There are so many big people in the small shop at once, but the boss is nervous. The proprietor came out bowing and waving, and in a sincere panic, he almost gave every adult a cigarette, and ordered the men to drive out the other diners in the restaurant, and vacate the whole restaurant for the adults to use.

At this time, it was almost past breakfast, and there were very few people eating, and there were only four diners in the restaurant. When these four diners heard the boss say this, they all threw down their chopsticks in a panic and consciously wanted to leave. There was no need to tell Xiaoqiang at all, Zhao Cunnian dissuaded the boss and kept the four diners. The twelve officers, together with Qiu Xiuxiu, a total of fourteen people, found four tables to sit down, and there was still one table left in the store. The four diners were also nervous and excited, experiencing for the first time in their lives what it was like to eat in one restaurant with so many "officials".

The most "high-end" food in the store was immediately served: fried dough sticks and spicy soup. This is indeed the most upscale breakfast for the local people. Originally, the four diners were just baked cakes and porridge in front of them.

Xiang Xiaoqiang smiled and beckoned everyone to eat.

Needless to say, fritters are similar across the country. It's just that the fritters in the south are very few and very thin, while here are typical northern fritters, thick and large. And the color of the fritters at this time was relatively dark, and they were not as beautiful as the fritters of later generations. Xiang Xiaoqiang knew that this was because he didn't put laundry detergent. He didn't know if there was laundry detergent at this time, and even if there was, the price would be n times that of flour. At this time, the restaurant used laundry detergent to fry fritters, which is equivalent to the restaurant in the market using salad oil to cook, which is self-defeating.

As for the spicy soup, it is a classic breakfast in Xuzhou. It's a bit similar to the "hot and sour soup" in the south, except that it's not so sour, and there is a lot of pepper in it, which is black and spicy. There are also gluten, shredded chicken, shredded eel, and it tastes fresh and spicy, and it is very enjoyable in winter.

To be honest, as a local, Xiang Xiaoqiang thinks that the taste of fried dough sticks and soup is good, even in later generations, the kind of early shop with good business may not taste as good as this one. In particular, the spicy soup has a unique aroma and is very attractive. Xiang Xiaoqiang's mouth is very experienced, he drank it at once, and there was a big smoke shell in the big pot of soup in this shop. At this time in the Northern Qing Dynasty, it is estimated that things like big smoke shells are easy to get, and the price is not expensive.

However, it is estimated that if I eat early, I can make the people around me miserable. These officers were all southerners, except for themselves. Except for a few Sichuan and Hunan people who are not afraid of spicy, everyone else is from Jiangsu and Zhejiang, and the snot and tears that are already spicy at the moment are one after another, and they are all pulling out handkerchiefs. Qiu Yu is a little better from Nanjing, but Xiuxiu was so spicy that she almost fainted.

Xiang Xiaoqiang was hesitating whether to take care of his wife alone, and Zhao Cunnian called the guy with a very eye-catching look, and removed the spicy soup for the two ladies and replaced it with porridge. This can be regarded as saving Xiuxiu's life.

Xiang Xiaoqiang ate himself cleanly, and saw that everyone else was pinching his nose, as if every sip of soup was tortured. He sighed that his idea was really terrible, and while calling the boss, asking Hu Jiong to pay the bill, and letting him reward the boss with a lot of money. The boss was sincerely frightened, bowed again and again, and was overjoyed.

……

The group got back into the car and drove towards the headquarters of the Quanshan Military Camp in the southern suburbs outside the city.

Before he entered the gate of the headquarters, Xiang Xiaoqiang suddenly shouted:

"Stop!"

Then he slammed the door open, bent over and stuck his head out. Li Gensheng and Zhao Cunnian exclaimed at the same time:

"Be careful, sir!"

As soon as the car stopped, Xiang Xiaoqiang "wow" and spit out like a tide.

Suddenly, the entire convoy stopped, and the officers in front and behind also ran over, panicking and asking. Qiu Yun and Xiuxiu ran over, nervously protecting him, Qiu Yu was so frightened that her face changed color, and she just patted Xiang Xiaoqiang's back with her hand. Xiang Xiaoqiang bent over, and couldn't speak, just waved his hands, and vomited at the same time. His face was as white as a piece of paper, his lips were blue, and both of his legs were shaking as he vomited.

The contents of my stomach first vomited out, and then I still vomited. In the end, he vomited red blood.

At this moment, everyone froze. Zhao Cunnian's face was also pale, and he turned his head and whispered to his subordinates:

"You, drive to the headquarters immediately and ask the doctor to come over! You, with a class, immediately go and look at the shop just now, and don't let any of the people in it out! You, immediately go to the intelligence department of the headquarters and ask them to thoroughly investigate the details of the owner of that shop! ”

The three of them went their separate ways.

Suddenly, Zhao Cunnian's face changed greatly, and then he immediately bent over and vomited like a tide.

It was as if they were infected, and a moment later, four officers began to vomit one after another

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