"Meat factory! Dai Mo, when I saw this sign, I remembered those things when I was a child." Sitting in the cab of the truck, Sun Liren looked through the window at the somewhat dilapidated building on the side of the road and the wooden signboard hanging in front of the building. said to Wang Daimo beside him with emotion.

"I heard from the older generation in the family that in that era, if you wanted to eat some meat, you had to have a meat ticket. It's not enough for you to just have money, and if you don't have a ticket, people won't dump you at all. Wang Daimo gently moved his body to the side, so that Sun Liren could sit more spaciously, and his mouth echoed.

"That's right, it's not just about eating meat and asking for tickets, but if you want to buy something at that time, you can't do without tickets! Speaking of which, there are a little similarities with us now. If you want to make clothes, you have to save up for cloth tickets. If you want to eat a fritter, you have to have a food stamp. At that time, I remember that in the city, there was only one state-run unit that sold fried dough sticks in the morning. Once my grandmother wanted to eat a fried dough stick, and my father got up early in the morning and went to line up at about 5 o'clock. But when it was his turn, the fucking sold out. Sun Liren recalled the bits and pieces of his childhood, and said with emotion.

"My father said that when he was a child, the most hungry thing was the two cents popsicle a piece. The popsicle seller rode a bicycle and put a foam box in the back and walked the streets shouting. The alley is full of popsicles, and the outside is wrapped in broken cotton wool to ensure that these popsicles will not melt for a certain period of time. A regular popsicle costs 2 cents, and a cream costs 5 cents. Wang Daimo said and took out a cigarette from his pocket, looked at Sun Liren beside him, and finally put the cigarette back in the cigarette case.

"You can smoke it if you want, how can you be so particular when you go out?" Sun Liren said to Wang Daimo with a smile. Recalling the past, his rock-solid heart seems to be much softer.

"The people of that era were very simple and cautious. At that time, when someone fell, passers-by would come forward to help him up, so he didn't have to worry about being blackmailed afterwards. I remember that my father was a section manager in a factory, and he was in charge of more than 100 people. As far as it is now, it can be regarded as a section-level cadre in an enterprise. At that time, his salary was 32 yuan, and the average worker was 28-9 yuan. There is only a difference of 3-4 dollars between each other. At that time, the people were much more united and kinder than they are now. Now the section-level cadres in those enterprises, if they don't get 3 houses in 10 years, they will be in this position for nothing. Sun Liren raised his hand and stroked his somewhat messy hair, and continued.

"Yes, the cadres of an enterprise can build 3 houses in 10 years, let alone the cadres in those government agencies?" Wang Daimo followed Sun Liren's words and continued, and suddenly remembered halfway through his words, wasn't the person next to him who used to be a leader in a government agency? For a while, Wang Daimo stopped talking.

"Time has passed, and it doesn't matter if you talk about it now. If you are not in your position, you will not seek your own government. If you want to sit comfortably in that chair under your ass, you have to have a good conscience a lot of the time. Because no superior person will like a subordinate who is against him. The same is true below, and the same is true above. For example, you, you are now a high-ranking official. Would you like a subordinate who does things according to the rules everywhere and doesn't care about anyone's face? Our country, since ancient times, has been a country where relations are greater than the law. It doesn't matter, you'll get nowhere. Sun Liren took out his cigarette, threw one for the driver and Wang Daimo, and sighed.

"Boss, you're really right at what you're saying. I think that at the beginning, I also wanted to work honestly in a unit, and live a safe and stable life of counting balls. But there was a major overhaul in the unit, and after the power supply of the equipment was stopped, according to the regulations, one person was required to operate and one person to supervise. But the director of a production plant present wanted to grab a little time and send the guardian to do something else. I'll just say that it's not procedural. Who knew that the grandson came to the sentence at that time: Who made you not an official? I said what to do, and I did it. In a fit of rage, I resigned on the spot, and relied on the tens of thousands of dollars to buy out my seniority and set up a fruit stand. At that time, I said, in this one-third of an acre, you are an official. Ye doesn't serve now, out of this factory, you're a piece of. Now that I think about it, it's so relieving! Wang Daimo recalled his youthful frivolity back then, and couldn't help but show a smile on his face.

"Hahaha! I thought, if you didn't want your factory director to be bullish. Turn around and run errands, help him get a cup of tea and move a stool over. Presumably you are also a person who has mixed 3 suites for 10 years now. Sun Liren couldn't have imagined that his dog-headed military advisor was actually enthusiastic when he was young. Immediately smiled and pointed at Wang Daimo.

"No one is born to be cunning, is he? After a few years of setting up a fruit stand, I also learned to play with scales and flatter those relevant departments. People, I can't tell if they have been changed by this society, or if people have changed this society. Now that I think about it, so many people didn't go to the head of the factory at the beginning, so why did I have to come out of that head? If you tie up the factory director, go to his house again at night and stuff something. Now it's really possible to enter the team of 10 years of mixed 3 suites. Wang Daimo took a puff of cigarette, spat the smoke out of the car window, and flicked the cigarette ash there and laughed.

"The past is gone, and now that you look at it, you must be more comfortable than that factory director." Sun Liren now felt that his dog-headed military advisor didn't seem to be so annoying, so he turned there to comfort him.

"That's right, I'm eating and drinking spicy food with the boss now. That grandson, God knows it's spinning in the belly of that zombie right now! Hey, hey, hey! It's all thanks to the boss's blessing that I can have the life I have today! Wang Daimo threw the cigarette butt in his hand out of the window, turned around and said flattering to Sun Liren.

"You, you, it looks like you've been slapping horses for so many years. In front of me, you don't have to play with this. Do things well, and naturally have your benefits and status. Sun Liren looked at Wang Daimo's servile appearance, and couldn't help but laugh dumbly.

"That's that, the boss is naturally not comparable to those grandsons. Boss, you are a person who does great things, I, Wang Daimo, have the opportunity to be a dragon, how can I destroy my future and dare not die for the boss? Hey, hey, hey! Wang Daimo rolled up the window a little so that the wind outside the window would not blow directly on Sun Liren's face. Then he said there flatteringly.

"From the dragon, hehe!" Sun Liren's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he smiled and began to reminisce about the charm of this word.

"How far is it from Gangneung City?" Sun Liren looked at the cement road in front of him that was gradually widening, and casually asked the driver beside him.

"After the meat factory, there are only more than 20 miles left from the city." The driver looked at the sign on the side of the road and replied to Sun Liren's words. It was put aside in the past, but now it has entered the city. It's just that the population of Gangneung is limited, and Bai Jie has shrunk all the people in the most prosperous area of Gangneung City. As for the periphery, she is powerless. The urban area in Sun Liren's mouth refers to the territory actually controlled by Bai Jie.

"20 miles. Boss, it looks like we won't be able to make it tonight. If you look at the soldiers behind you, if you continue to run like this, I guess someone will desert in the middle of the road before the battle starts. Why don't you rest for a night nearby, recharge your energy and then attack Gangneung tomorrow? The brethren have not eaten properly all day. It's running all the way again. Even if we arrived in Gangneung overnight, the brothers' physical strength would be exhausted. Instead of using a tired army to storm Gangneung, it is better to eat and drink enough, recover your spirits, and crush the past with dignity tomorrow. In this way, the prestige of our army can be shown, and the surrounding Xiaoxiao can be deterred. Wang Daimo secretly touched his thighs, which were a little numb, and persuaded Sun Liren there, rest tonight, and attack again tomorrow!

"Just kidding, Lao Tzu's legs are numb when he rides in the car, do those big-headed soldiers on foot still have the strength to put the enemy right? On a night march, what if the enemy has an ambush in the middle of the road? Those stunned people don't spare their lives, and my Wang Daimo still wants to live a few more years. Wang Daimo touched his chin and looked at the sky that was gradually sinking into darkness.

"There is some truth in what you say, but I am too anxious. Pull over and find a house where the brothers can rest. Divide a part of the people to bury the pot and cook food, so that everyone can eat and drink enough, and tomorrow they will have the strength to fight the enemy army. After listening to Wang Daimo's persuasion, Sun Liren felt that it was reasonable, and immediately followed the advice.

"The boss has spoken, and today I will bury the pot and cook on the spot and rest for the night. Tomorrow, let's let the enemy army see the military might of our army. Wang Daimo was overjoyed when he heard this, opened the car door, jumped out of the car, waved his hand, stood in the street, and rushed at the soldiers who were tired and half dead and shouted loudly.

"Military prestige, military prestige is a fart. The soles of Lao Tzu's feet are blistered with blood, hey, hey, who is here to give it a hand. "When I gritted my teeth and ran, I didn't feel it, but as soon as it stopped suddenly, most of the soldiers felt that their legs were sinking as if they were filled with lead. And the soles of their feet, because of the long friction with the soles of their shoes, have a lot of blood blisters. After this relaxation, I felt a pain in my heart. Holding their guns on the ground, the soldiers limped to the side of the road, cursing in a low voice.

"Let's make rice and eat it at night, and the greens are still there, right? What about meat? Let everyone eat well, and after taking Gangneung in the first battle tomorrow, we will have a three-day holiday! Looking at the soldiers who fell on the side of the road, Sun Liren had no choice but to give a holiday order. The so-called three-day holiday is just to let the soldiers loot in the city for three days. How much benefit you can get depends on your own means. During these three days, he, Sun Liren, would not ask about all the things in Gangneung.

The advantage of doing this is that it can boost morale in a short period of time. The disadvantage is that Jiangling will not be easy to manage in the future. Looting, naturally, is indispensable for blood. You have let your family be ruined, your wife is separated, will people still be your obedient people?

"The boss said that Gangneung will have a three-day holiday. Hurry up and cook, and rest the fuck early when you're full. Enter Jiangling tomorrow, grab money, grab food, and rob girls! "A captain with the troops heard the order and shouted at the demoralized soldiers!