Zhaojiazhuang, a mountain village more than 30 miles away from the county seat. This is where the new regiment was stationed. The regimental headquarters was located in a courtyard-style house.

Li Yunlong sat cross-legged on the kang, squinting at the peanuts and drinking, not to mention how moisturizing it was.

Zhang Dabiao, the commander of the first battalion, took the roster he had just received and reported to him on the recruitment situation: "Regiment commander, the villagers in the base area are very supportive of us, and the people who signed up to join the army have exceeded expectations, and the shortages of personnel in each battalion have been filled. ”

Li Yunlong was in a good mood, but it was even more beautiful when he heard the good news. He picked up the wine bowl: "You did a good job in recruiting soldiers, you have worked hard, come, make trouble." ”

The political commissar of the new regiment was vacant because Li Yunlong couldn't urinate in a pot with the previous political commissar, so he squeezed people away.

The deputy regiment commander is also vacant, and the Eighth Route Army lacks military cadres, and if it really has military talents, it will not be able to give Li Yunlong a hand.

Zhang Dabiao served as the commander of the first battalion, and Li Yunlong used it easily, and often handed over some messy things to him.

This "hard work" is also what Zhang Dabiao deserves.

He took the wine bowl and raised his neck to dry it in one bite, and after wiping his mouth, he said that it was refreshing - to satisfy his hunger.

Li Yunlong suddenly became anxious: "Alas, alas, you rabbit cub, just take a sip, why are you so honest, give me all the drink?" ”

Zhang Dabiao burped a little and gave a smiling face: "Commander, don't you always educate us, you have to be a real person!" ”

"Then you can't be too realistic, you can't hear what kind words are!"

"Commander, I'm stupid."

Just like Zhang Dabiao knows what the character of his old boss is, Li Yunlong also knows what kind of person Zhang Dabiao is: "You kid, don't pretend to be confused for me." ”

With a word of warning, his face became quick, he filled the wine bowl, and smiled: "According to you, you have performed well, you should be rewarded with two bites, give." ”

Zhang Dabiao was like a single man seeing his new daughter-in-law, and he took a step forward impatiently, took the wine bowl and dried it again.

Even for those who are addicted to alcohol, such eagerness is rare. Of course, there is also a reason why this is related to the difficult conditions of the Eighth Route Army, and it is difficult for Zhang Dabiao to drink to satisfy his hunger.

The whole group often has wine here with Li Yunlong, but few people dare to snatch food from the tiger's mouth. Unless the tiger is happy to reward two bites.

After two bowls of wine, Zhang Dabiao finally remembered a small thing that he almost forgot: "Regiment commander, this time Wang Desheng, the instructor of the third recruiting company, also brought back a student.

That student listened to your name before he wanted to come and see, mainly because he wanted to meet you. After all, your prestige has also been played in this area, and many people want to see what a real person looks like. “

"Students? A white-faced talent who practices his mouth? Li Yunlong threw the shelled peanuts into his mouth and asked casually.

"I heard that he almost fell behind halfway, and I look at his appearance, that is, he is a talent to show off."

Zhang Dabiao gave his judgment, he didn't think that such a student was suitable to stay in the front-line army, and it was almost the same in the logistics department.

"By the way, he has a very white face, he looks quite handsome, and he is a little white face."

"What a white-faced talent!"

Li Yunlong suddenly lost the idea of meeting, "No, no, no, Lao Tzu is not in the mood to quarrel with a showman, where do you let him come and go, don't bother Lao Tzu." ”

He has this character, and he doesn't like those talents who can just talk about it.

It was also the first two political commissars who made him have this view, and felt that the talents could not do it except say this, and they could not do that. It's also a violation of discipline, and that's a violation of discipline.

There's nothing to be able to.

Can you beat the little devil away with one mouth?

Fen wine was poured into the bowl and was about to be drunk, Li Yunlong found that Zhang Dabiao had not left yet: "What, is there still something wrong?" ”

"Commander, I think you should meet him, Wang Desheng takes a fancy to that white-faced talent, if you don't see him, he should come to annoy you."

Zhang Dabiao handed over another step: "Besides, this white-faced little show is quite handsome, and his face is whiter than the big girls and daughters-in-law in the village, and it looks very pleasing to the eye, and it doesn't hurt to see it." If you annoy him, just send him away with just two words. ”

Li Yunlong glanced at Zhang Dabiao, and put down the wine bowl he picked up again: "Okay, then call him in, and I'll take a look at how handsome he is." ”

The lesser of two evils, he would never say that he was afraid of Wang Desheng's mouth.

I'm just curious, could it be that the white-faced Xiaoxiu is more handsome than him, a young man from ten miles and eight towns?

Belch...... In fact, in a certain aspect, he is also not self-aware.

Yuan Chenming, who was waiting in the courtyard of the regiment headquarters, was in much better condition than when he was in a hurry before, and he also got some water to wash himself after eating and drinking, not to mention, he really meant to be a handsome boy.

The guard standing guard at the gate kept staring at his face, as if thinking: This man's face is so white, his skin is so tender, and he is more tender than the village flowers in their village, why is it long?

It has been determined that this Li Yunlong is the Li Yunlong he knows, but Yuan Chenming is not so anxious.

He hummed a little tune and stared at the sparrows above the elm tree in the courtyard, thinking wildly.

According to the novels he has read, it can be regarded as passing through the overhead world of Bright Sword.

Why don't you have any benefits after crossing? Could it be that he landed near Li Yunlong and saw him.

Well, what if Li Yunlong saw him and thought he was a talent, so he had to keep him?

Let himself be wronged and reluctantly agree, that is not his character.

The main reason is that he can't stand the suffering of the Eighth Route Army, and he came here to eat a little better than he expected, but it is not much better.

The hard-headed Dula throat, the bitter sweet potato and wild vegetable soup made him doubt life. The only bit of meat is less than that in Lanzhou ramen.

If you want to lose weight, you can eat here for two months in a row, and you can definitely lose weight.

If it weren't for the fact that he might starve if he didn't eat, he really wouldn't have frowned and stuffed those hard-to-swallow things into his mouth.

Until now, his stomach is refluxing acid and he wants to vomit.

But if you stay here for a few days, you will pat your ass and leave, and it will seem that he is not literate.

Anyway, the Eighth Route Army still entertained him, and he always had to bring some gifts to other people's doors, and he still knew this kind of human truth.

A carton of milk, two bottles of wine, a cigarette? Just kidding.

There were only three things Yuan Chenming had on his body, a gold-plated mechanical watch, a hero brand fountain pen, and a kerosene lighter.

Other than that, there wasn't much else on him.

Watches should be more valuable, go to the pawnshop in the city, you can get a share of the capital to do business.

Li Yunlong can't read a lot of big characters, loves to smoke and drink, and lighters are much more practical than fountain pens.

But with this little thing on his body, he was still a little reluctant.

Just pondering, Zhang Dabiao came out of the house: "Yuan ...... Yes, Yuan Chenming, the head of the regiment is in the back room, you can go in by yourself. ”

He still has a lot of things on hand, so he turns around and goes to get busy.

Although Zhang Dabiao is also a well-known man, with Li Yunlong's pearl and jade in front, it is not so prominent.

Yuan Chenming walked straight to the house. The door of the inner room was not closed, and he saw Li Yunlong sitting on the kang at a glance.

Li Yunlong is medium-sized, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, two obvious lines deep on both sides of his nose, from a distance, it looks like the eight characters of the Eighth Route Army have been written on his face, and his military uniform is quite shabby, and obvious black stains can be seen on the collar.

Yuan Chenming was sure that this was the Li Yunlong in his impression.

When he looked at Li Yunlong, Li Yunlong was also looking at him.

He is quite tall, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, he looks very heroic, and he has a lot of literary popularity. The point is that the skin is white and tender, whiter than all the girls.

Li Yunlong unconsciously said what was in his heart, but he didn't feel embarrassed, and he didn't know whether it was praise or disparagement: "It's really a white-faced talent." ”

Generally speaking, when he is handsome, Yuan Chenming automatically thinks that he is praising him, and he will also be modest for a sentence or two: "General, and reasonable." ”

In fact, Li Yunlong doesn't like the showman, he forgot about it.

"Captain Li, I have admired my name for a long time. My name is Yuan Chenming, a student. It's really a privilege to meet Head Li today. ”

It was not good to salute the army, and the handshake was inappropriate, so he pretended to hug his fists.

"Listen, this show is different, one set of another." No one is unwilling to listen to good words, and if they are not willing to listen, it means that they are not to the point.

Li Yunlong has vanity, and he is somewhat happy to be admired, but this does not change his opinion of Yuan Chenming.

There were many students who actively participated in the Eighth Route Army, but for the first time, they were unwilling to join the Eighth Route Army.

Li Yunlong also felt puzzled, so he asked: "I heard that you don't want to join our Eighth Route Army, why, do you have any ideas, or do you think that our Eighth Route Army is not good enough?" ”

"I've already told Wang Desheng, the instructor of your third company, so I don't need to say it again."

Li Yunlong's brows were twisted together, a little unhappy: "You told him, but you didn't tell me, I want to know it, can't you?" ”

Grand Master Li is in charge of thousands of people, yes, his subordinates shout at five and six, and the official authority is very heavy.

Yuan Chenming actually had a feeling of being forced into a corner. It's like when I was a student, I mentioned to the head teacher and asked outside the door: Are you in early love? Why did my grades drop?

He subconsciously wanted to explain, but the words stopped again. He is not the ignorant student back then, and Li Yunlong is not his homeroom teacher, so why should he care?

Besides, what kind of mistake did he make? The Eighth Route Army could not justifiably wronged good people.

Thinking of this, he straightened his waist and stiffened: "Is Grand Master Li interrogating the prisoners?" I'm a visitor at best, not a captive of yours. Please, be polite. ”

"You're welcome." Li Yunlong smiled coldly at him, as if expressing Li's politeness.

Grand Master Li was annoyed by the previous political commissar, and he was himself prejudiced against the literati group.

As soon as Yuan Chenming walked in, he had the same definition in his mind as the previous political commissar - a white-faced talent who could only talk rhetorically.

Be polite to the white-faced show, ahh

"Ask you not to say anything, are you here to fool Lao Tzu?" Li Yunlong slapped the table: "Get out." ”

The official authority is mixed with a murderous aura on his face, how can a student who is not deeply involved in the world be able to withstand it.

Yuan Chenming was so frightened that his heart was pounding, he turned around and almost hit the wall, jumped and jumped, and seemed to run out.

"Hmph, ╭(╯^╰)╮white-faced showman."

Li Yunlong snorted disdainfully, as if he had done a trivial matter, and continued to pick up the wine bowl and drink.