The lieutenant colonel officer in the quartermaster room is called Xie Jing, and the one who can be in such an important position as the quartermaster is either someone above or Shi Zude's cronies; The kindness of the people has been released, and Feng Ye naturally has to keep his promise.

On the second day, Feng received fifty rounds of ammunition at the supplementary training office and went to the shooting range to huo Huo Huo; Why is it Huo Huo, because the brothers who reported the target next to him didn't need to look at it to know that basically none of them were ten rings, and the difference was only a matter of whether it was in the center or the line.

However, Feng Ye was already worried in his heart, he found that after not shooting for a long time, he didn't feel as good as before, and now he didn't dare to hit the target of 600 meters, let alone challenge his limit.

"How many bullets do I have per month?"

After wiping the gun, Feng Ye went to the quartermaster and asked the officers inside.

"Chief Feng, your training ammunition is 100 rounds per month, and the Commissioner has specially approved it."

The officer looked at the notebook and replied to Feng Yi.

"So little?"

Feng Yi frowned, muttering on his lips, with such a small amount of ammunition training, he couldn't even shoot five rounds a day.

"Team Leader Feng, are you so free today?"

When Feng Ye walked out of the munitions warehouse, he happened to meet Xie Jing, Xie Jing looked at Feng Ye in surprise, in his memory, this was the first time Feng Ye came here.

"Well, look at how many training rounds I have."

Feng Yi shook his head, looking like a sigh.

"What? Too little? ”

Xie Jing smiled, he somewhat understood Feng Yi's expression.

"It's not enough, it's too little."

Feng Yi shook his head.

"How much do you want?"

Xie Jing smiled and asked Feng Yi.

"100 rounds a day is about the same."

Feng Ye fantasized that if this was still in the Eleventh Division, basically there would be no limit to bullets, especially for him.

"My Team Leader Feng, don't be scary, I don't have a problem with 100 rounds a day, my brother will give you 500 rounds more per month at most, and you have to find the director for the rest, I really don't have it."

Xie Jing surrendered, he didn't expect Feng Yi's appetite to be so big.

"Well, 600 rounds a month; Let's go, Lao Xie, have a drink at noon? ”

Feng Yi invited Xie Jing, he still owes a meal of wine for yesterday's incident, and today is another meal, if he doesn't pay it back first, he will have no credibility in the long run.

"Just drink some, it's nothing anyway; Walking! ”

Xie Jing nodded, didn't go to the munitions warehouse, and walked out of the door of the supplementary training office directly with Feng Yi.

This time the two of them drank, and they didn't drink much, most of the time Xie Jing was talking, Feng Yi was listening, Feng Yi took this opportunity to understand other things in the supplementary training office, he was too lacking in knowledge in the rear.

"Lao Xie, next time, let's have a good drink; I'm going to go home and take a look, I'd better keep an eye on the uniforms. ”

The two men were dazed, shaking and parting ways......

"Why did you drink like this in broad daylight? With whom? ”

As soon as he was lying on the chair, Zhiyun was still making him a hot towel, and the complaint sounded.

"With my colleagues in the department, our family's garment factory is now alive, and my father doesn't have to worry so much when he comes back."

Feng Yi said, now he is very much looking forward to his father's coming home, maybe the problem of the garment factory will be solved, and he will not have to face the gang of people in the Li Mansion.

On the second day, Feng Fushun did not come back, and on the third day, he also did not come back, but the garment factory was finally fully operational, and the enthusiasm of the workers and the professionalism of the stewards made Feng Ye very relieved.

Feng Fushun and Lanzhi finally went home after leaving Qijiang for a week, Feng Yi was not at home, and Zhiyun looked at the two elders entering the house with a bad expression, it seemed that things were not so smooth.

"Be careful, your parents seem to be in a bad mood today."

When Feng Ye went home, Zhiyun carefully explained to Feng Ge.

"Got it."

Feng Yi hugged Zhiyun.

"Where's someone next to you?"

Zhiyun's face turned red and muttered, Feng Yi hugged it very tightly, pushed it and didn't push it away, and she gave up.

"The marriage with the Li Mansion is almost the same, but it's not Li Manzhu."

In the study, Feng Fushun's first sentence made Feng Yi confused, isn't it Li Manzhu?

"Who's that? The goddaughter of their family? Or is it something else? ”

Feng Yi frowned and asked.

"You've seen it, Maggie Lee."

Feng Fushun's brows kept furrowing, and he slowly said the name.

"The widow? Father, mother, what qualifications does that widow have? Why don't you stop the clouds? What do you guys think? ”

Feng Yi stood up all of a sudden, he was already resistant to this family business in his heart, if it was Li Manzhu, maybe he wouldn't be so excited, but why did Maggie Lee?

"Don't get excited, Mayor Li said, as a way to make up for it, you can marry the younger one, isn't that good? The problem of stopping the clouds has also been solved, and I am here for your good. ”

Feng Fushun roared, trying to calm Feng Ye down, this was the first time Feng Ye had been so excited in front of Feng Fushun for so many years.

"I don't agree, if you really want to get that widow in the door, it's just your daughter-in-law, not mine."

Feng Yi expressed his views word by word, very seriously.

"Rebel, now learn to be disobedient!"

Laneige pointed at Feng Ng's nose and reprimanded Feng Que loudly.

"Father, mother, this kind of family matter, if grandpa is still here, will he agree?"

Feng Yi pointed in the direction of Guangzhou, and his eyes were already full of grievances; Damn war, damn Japanese devils, completely ruined his life.

"The military uniforms and quilts of the supplementary training department have been handed over to our family's garment factory, and production has begun a few days ago, and the first batch of 10,000 sets of military uniforms has begun; In addition, Boss Ge may come back to visit you in the next few days, he is in the cloth business, and he will give us a great discount. ”

"It's okay, I'll go out first."

Feng Fushun and Lan Zhi were choked by Feng Ng's words at first, and when they were stunned, Feng Que quickly finished speaking, opened the door and walked out.

"Whew!"

Looking at the direction of his hometown, Feng Ye felt very bad, he felt that since he came to Chongqing, his parents had changed, and he could no longer find the feeling he had before.

"What's wrong?"

Zhiyun put the dishes on the table, and when he came out, he saw Feng Yi standing in the courtyard, and asked with concern.

"It's fine."

Feng Yi grinned, revealing a smile that was more ugly than crying.

The Feng family's dinner was very depressing, and several people didn't talk much, and Zhiyun was even more careful, put down the dishes and chopsticks after eating quickly, and waited quietly to clean up the dishes and chopsticks.

"The garment factory is getting better, is Zhaozhang's marriage slowing down again?"

It was already late at night, and the old couple who were touched were lying on the bed, and finally Laneige spoke.

"How do you explain to the Li Mansion?"

Feng Fushun rolled over and sighed.

"The next thing should be Najib, who said that we should send someone back to Guangzhou to ask for my mother's opinion, so that it can be delayed for a few months."

Laneige gritted his teeth and reminded Feng Fushun.

"Well, I didn't say anything about Najib's process anyway, so it should drag on for a few months."

Feng Fushun sighed, and finally chose this shameless way of procrastinating.