After lunch, Zhang Peng and Xiao Qiu got in the car and returned to the parking lot halfway up the mountain, turning on the air conditioner and taking a nap.

About an hour later, the two sisters came down from the mountain after making incense, eating fast, and talking to Shitai Shitai for a while. The four of them set off and returned to the compound.

Since Mrs. Shi said that it didn't matter, Zhang Peng was also relieved, and when he got home, he hung the demon knife on the wall of the living room as an ornament. After all, this is a controlled product, it is not easy to take it out, and he doesn't know swordsmanship, and if he wields it, not to mention the attack power, it's already good if he doesn't hurt himself.

The next day, Zhang Peng slept until more than ten o'clock before getting up, and the two sisters had already gone out, and the house was empty.

He was lazily brushing his teeth and washing his face, and was about to go out when he suddenly swept to the carton on the refrigerator, which contained bullets from the slides. Then I remembered that I should go back to the dormitory area of the rescue team and get a box of Wang Ba to use.

He returned to the living room and took out a Moutai, two cans of high-calcium milk powder, mushrooms, sausages, wild ginseng and other dry goods that he had given to the old professor last time and were thrown down, and packed them in plastic bags. Then he thought that if he wanted to hold a pistol, he had to have a reason, so he went back to the bedroom and brought the badge of the Japanese country that the director had given him last time. When the time comes, it is reasonable to exchange badges for pistols, and in terms of the level of loot, the former is several notches higher than the latter.

Carrying the gift out of the door, Zhang Peng came to the commissary. The two sisters were looking at the store, and Ma Jinglei went out to buy groceries. Seeing Zhang Peng, Xiao Yunuo got up and went to the kitchen to serve a bowl of porridge, loaded three more side dishes, and brought them out.

The side dishes include peanuts, mustard and salted pork, and the porridge was warm, and he had a great appetite when he looked at it, and Zhang Peng ate three bowls in a row. In the middle, Xiao Yunuo also went in to help him add a few pieces of salted pork. I have to say that Ma Jinglei is very particular about cooking, this salted pork seems simple, but in fact there are many processes.

The first is the ingredients, Ma Jinglei will go out at six o'clock and go to the vegetable market to buy the first batch of fresh pork. If you go late, the meat quality will drop a lot, and you won't be able to buy good parts. Salted pork is made with three layers of meat, and Ma Jinglei will pick the front end, because there is more lean meat and less fat.

Then there is the first process, after buying it, boil a pot of water, put the washed three-layer meat in it and cook it, then scoop it up, smear it with salt, and put it there to dry.

This is followed by a second process, after a few hours, when the meat has fully absorbed the salt, a small amount of oil is added, the whole piece of meat is put down, and it is fried over low heat. When the whole piece of meat is golden brown, scoop it up and set it away.

Finally, there is the third process, where the cooled meat is sliced, put down to fry for a short time, and then stir-fry in soy sauce until dry.

This is a troublesome process, but it can make the meat slices more chewy while maintaining the umami flavor of the meat. Usually, Ma Jinglei has nothing to do except guarding the commissary and occasionally exercising, and she doesn't like to watch TV or read, so she naturally spends her time in the kitchen every day.

"After lunch later, come with me to visit Grandpa Luo." Zhang Peng patted the contents of the plastic bag and said. The grandfather Luo he said is a veteran soldier in the dormitory area of the rescue team, who lives in a small villa area in the back mountain, and is over 90 years old this year, and is one of the few old people left over from the previous era.

"Okay, okay, we haven't seen Grandpa Luo for half a year." Xiao Tianqing said happily. When they were young, they often followed Zhang Peng to the yard of Grandpa Luo's house to steal grapes.

"Would you like to buy some more fruit?" Xiao Yunuo looked at the gift prepared by Zhang Peng and asked.

"You don't need fruit, if you want it, just bring some eggs." Zhang Peng said. They are very familiar with Grandpa Luo, so they just need to bring something real.

"My mom just bought some yesterday, so let's take them with me." With that, Xiao Yunuo entered the kitchen. After a while, he came out with a big bag of eggs.

It didn't take long for Ma Jinglei to come back and start making lunch.

By the time it was ready, Zhang Peng had just eaten breakfast for less than an hour and a half, so he naturally had no appetite. Ma Jinglei still kept picking up vegetables for him, making him eat it and not eat it. finally stayed up until the end of the meal, and when the two sisters, Ma Jinglei cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, the three of them left the compound, got into a taxi on the side of the road, and went to the dormitory area of the rescue team.

At around two o'clock in the afternoon, the taxi came to a gatehouse several meters high with a red five-pointed star hanging on it. In front of the door was a wooden round platform on which stood a guard armed with a rifle. Zhang Peng settled the account, got out of the car with the two sisters, and walked towards the gatehouse.

"Please show your pass." The guard saluted.

"We're here to find Chief Luo." Zhang Peng said.

"Please show the chief's instructions." The guard said.

"This ......" Zhang Peng turned his head sideways and looked at the communication room in the gatehouse, and found that the old man inside was a fresh face. was about to pick up his mobile phone and find an acquaintance to come out to pick it up, but at this moment, Xiao Yunuo came up from behind and showed a dark blue ID to the guards.

The guards only glanced at it, and then their faces changed suddenly, and they saluted and let them go.

"What did it come from?" Entering the dormitory area of the rescue team, Zhang Peng asked as he reached out to take the documents in Xiao Yunuo's pocket.

Xiao Yunuo was wearing a shirt with the pocket attached to her left chest, although the position was a little sensitive, she didn't dodge it, and directly let him take it.

I saw a few golden characters printed on the cover: "Tiangong Special Consultant Certificate." ”

Looking closely, there is a world of difference between the golden characters and Xue Bai's "Heavenly Palace Commissioner Certificate". Under the sunlight, it is colorful and colorful, and the material of the cover is cold, soft and delicate, and it is by no means ordinary leather.

Open it up, there is a one-inch photo of Xiao Yunuo on it, and it reads below:

Xiao Yunuo, female, March 15, 2011

True cultivator, outer disciple of Lotus Nunnery in Nanzhou City, South China Province, and special advisor of the Heavenly Palace

On the other side, the scope of application is written:

Class 1 Military Restricted Zone and below

Level 1 Confidential Records and below

First-level administrative bodies and below

"Wow, this is anywhere except Washington." Zhang Peng exclaimed.

"I don't know, anyway, the master said, where someone is stopping, just show him." Xiao Yunuo replied.

"Have you?" Zhang Peng asked Xiao Tianqing.

"Yes~" The latter replied while taking it out and showing it to Zhang Peng.

Xiao Tianqing's certificate is similar to Xiao Yunuo's, but it is one level lower, and it reads:

Xiao Tianqing, female, March 15, 2011

True cultivator, disciple of the outer sect of Lotus Nunnery in Nanzhou City, South China Province, and first-level advisor of the Heavenly Palace

The scope of application on the other side is:

Level 2 Military Restricted Zone and below

Level 2 Confidential Records and below

First-level administrative bodies and below

"You're usually with your sister, so you don't need it." Zhang Peng said to himself, putting Xiao Tianqing's card into his trouser pocket.

"Wow, you're bullying me!" Xiao Tianqing shouted.

"This is collateral, when will the debt be repaid, and when will it be repaid to you." Zhang Peng stuffed Xiao Yunuo's card back, and raised his eyebrows at Xiao Tianqing, hinting at the "debt" of buying clothes last time.

"Humph!" Xiao Tianqing's nose wrinkled, flicked over the two braids, and no longer paid attention to Zhang Peng.

The three of them walked on the wide road, with green trees on both sides, fine sunlight shining on the ground, and the sound of training slogans from time to time in the distance, a quiet and peaceful scene. Every once in a while, you can see one or two stone blackboard newspapers, on which are written and painted with various contents and patterns in colored chalk.

"Celebrate Labor Day!" Then there is a pattern of colorful flags fluttering and balloons flying into the sky.

"Train hard, rescue and rescue." Flowers and vines, rifles and steel helmets are painted on all sides of the large letters.

"Salute to the great heroes...... "Three or two things ......to defend the Bishui River", "Be a good team member......

"It's been a long time since I've been back." Looking at the familiar environment, Zhang Peng couldn't help but sigh.

"Hmm." "Yes~" The two sisters nodded at the same time.

They all grew up here and have a deep affection for it. Since Zhang Peng's father changed jobs, they should go to school, work and work, and there are not many opportunities to come back.

After walking along the familiar road for more than ten minutes, the three of them came to a small villa in the back mountain. Through the slightly rusty iron door, you can see an old man in an old military uniform and a straw hat, bending over and weeding the ground.

"Grandpa Luo." Zhang Peng gently pushed the iron door and shouted at the old man.

The old man turned his head, squinted his eyes, looked at it carefully for a while, and finally recognized Zhang Peng, and suddenly showed surprise on his face, dropped the weeds in his hand, and walked over to open the door.

"Hello Grandpa Luo!" Entering the courtyard, the two sisters came out from behind Zhang Peng and shouted crisply.

"Ouch, you're here too, okay, good, hello." The old man said happily, then took a step back, looked the two sisters up and down, and showed a kind smile, "The two girls of the Xiao family, I haven't seen each other for half a year, and they have grown taller again." ”

"If Tiannuo has knowledge under the spring, he should also be gratified." As he spoke, tears welled up in the old man's eyes. Xiao Tiannuo died for emergency rescue and disaster relief, and was a hero of Huaguo. Seeing his children grow up, I couldn't help but feel some emotion in my heart.

"Grandpa Luo......" The two sisters were also a little touching, and their eyes were hazy. Although they have only seen this father in the photo album, blood is thicker than water, so they will naturally be a little sad.

"Okay, okay, happy today, don't talk about this." Zhang Peng broke the gloomy atmosphere and said.

"Okay, okay, don't talk about this, don't talk about this." The old man smiled again, and then walked towards the house with Zhang Peng's support.

In the living room, a middle-aged nanny poured them tea. Zhang Peng and the old man had a family meeting, and under the notarization of the two sisters, they played two games of military chess with the old man. Then, while the latter was asking the two sisters about their studies, he ran to the display case in the living room to find what he wanted.

Sure enough, in the middle and lower levels of the showcase, he saw four pistols. One Mauser C96 pistol, commonly known as the "Barge Gun", one Tokarev pistol, and two Southern Type 14 pistols, commonly known as the "King Eight Box".

The Tokarev pistol was the old man's former pistol, and the other three were trophies. The purpose of his trip, in addition to visiting the old man, was more for the king's eight boxes.

He opened the glass case door, picked up one of them, tried the mechanisms, then changed them, and tried again. The old man loves guns and maintains them often, so both guns are in good condition. But it's a little noticeable that the muzzle on the left is new, and the one on the right is a little worn.

PS：

Yesterday, the old book ended, quite emotional, wrote 2.17 million words, lasted more than two years, and it can be regarded as a less than perfect period, or semicolon. If you are interested, you can take a look.

If you can calm down and look into it, I promise, it's a passionate story.

Then, from today onwards, I can write the horror codex wholeheartedly, and I hope this book can bring me more popularity and make more friends.

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