Yang Jun hung up the phone and went back to the room to take a look.

Yi Qiushui was already asleep, he didn't alarm him, gently closed the door, and went out with the car keys.

According to the address given by Wang Erwa, he arrived at the place in ten minutes.

Yang Jun found more than a dozen people standing there on the side of the road.

They were all frozen like ostriches, and they kept stomping their feet on the spot.

Yang Jun parked the car, turned off the engine and got out of the car.

"Comrades, hard work."

He said as he smoked.

No matter what, they are invited to help, and they can't be slow to treat people.

"Director Yang, it's not hard, it's just a little cold and a little hungry."

At this time, a middle-aged man with a beard walked over, and he reached out to shake hands with Yang Jun.

Wang Erwa introduced: "This is the militia captain Hu Dazhuang, and this time the matter is thanks to the help of the Dazhuang brothers."

"Brother Da Zhuang has worked hard, let's stop standing, it's cold, find a place to warm up."

Yang Jun shook hands and looked around to see if there was any shelter from the wind.

It was almost twelve o'clock in the middle of the night.

Not to mention seeing a human figure on the street, not even a ghost shadow can be seen.

The shops on the side of the road have long since closed, and most of the people have fallen asleep.

Yang Jun saw a sign of mutton steamed buns hanging in a shop not far away, and then waved his hand and led people over.

He slammed them hard, and the sound quickly woke up the shopkeeper.

"Who, knock on something in the middle of the night, the shop has already closed."

There was an impatient voice in the shop.

"We're from the Rolling Mill Security Section, please open the door immediately, we need to go in and search."

As soon as he came up, Yang Jun reported to his home and raised the name of the steel mill security department.

He knew that if you had to talk to the shopkeeper, he wouldn't open the door, so he scared him with the pretext that the security department needed to go in and search.

"Guaranteed ...... Security Section...... I didn't do anything wrong."

The man in the room panicked.

There was a rustling sound in the room.

After a while, I heard the sound of the deadbolt twitching.

A middle-aged man in his forties looked at them with a frightened face in a cotton jacket.

"Comrade, don't get me wrong, it was a slip of the tongue just now, we want to go in and warm up."

Yang Jun hurriedly glanced at his work card, and then went in directly without waiting for him to react.

There is a stove in the middle of the house, which makes the small space very warm.

This is a typical courtyard house by the street, with the front inverted house converted into an inn, and the back is the living place.

There were four or five tables in the shop, and they were cleaned up at the moment.

"Comrade, we are on a mission, and it is inconvenient to reveal to you what the specific task is, but now we need your help, see if you can get us something to eat."

Yang Jun looked at him nervously and smiled.

This middle-aged honest man looked nervously at a room of sturdy men, looking at their waists bulging, it was not easy to provoke at first glance, and he wanted to refuse, but the ghost made God respond to it.

"It's all out now, if you move the pot, I guess you'll have to wait a while."

"It's okay, we're not in a hurry, you just have to take your time, we not only have to eat at your place, but we may also have to rest at your place."

"Yes...... But we don't have a place to stay in the store." The shopkeeper looked embarrassed.

Yang Jun waved his hand and said, "Don't be so troublesome, you don't have to worry about them when you cook and go to sleep, they will leave as soon as dawn and will never cause you trouble."

"That...... Oh well."

The shopkeeper wanted to refuse, but he didn't dare to refuse, so he had to go back to the backyard to light the fire.

Wang Erwa took these militiamen to sit around the stove to keep warm, Yang Jun

Squeezed in, and then told the story of this mission.

"The target this time is very cunning, experienced, and by no means general, I hope that your secret investigation will never reveal your identity, and you would rather lose your target than be allowed to startle the snake."

"This uprightness must be watched 24 hours a day, recording his every move every day, who he comes into contact with, what he says, even how many times a day he goes to the toilet."

After hearing this, Hu Dazhuang, the captain of the militia, immediately expressed his position.

"Director Yang, don't worry, we are all hunters in the village, good at tracking and surveillance, and will never reveal our identities, let alone startle snakes."

Then, Hu Dazhuang pointed to the sturdy man beside him and said,

"In particular, Guo Monkey is even better at camouflage, once did not eat or drink for three days and three nights, ambushed in the snow on the road that the stupid roe deer must pass, and successfully killed the prey in one fell swoop."

Yang Jun couldn't help but glance at the person named Guo Monkey, and felt that this person was born to be a scout.

He didn't eat, drink, sleep or sleep in the snow for three days and three nights, thinking that he couldn't do it himself, let alone a militiaman with no formal training.

If he could really succeed in completing the mission this time, he wouldn't mind recruiting him to the Security Section.

"I believe in the strength of my brothers, and I won't ask you to help me this time, no matter if I can catch Geng Zhi's pigtails this time, I will let the security department give two places, and let two of you with the best performance come to work in the security department of the rolling mill."

As soon as Yang Jun's voice fell, the people in the room were boiling.

What does this mean?

It means two job places, which means that two out of ten of them can come to work in the city and eat commercial food from now on.

Their faces were full of excitement, eager to try, and they competed with each other to become one of these two places.

"Director Yang, I thank you for your brothers first, don't worry, we will never disappoint you and will complete the task."

Hu Dazhuang, the leader of the militia, got up and bowed to Yang Jun.

Yang Jun raised his hands flat and pressed down, motioning for him to sit down and speak.

"The second baby can find you, that is, I believe in your strength, I believe in the second baby, and I also believe in you."

Subsequently, Wang Erwa and them began to discuss specific action plans.

Everyone spoke enthusiastically and offered their opinions.

Then Hu Dazhuang assigns specific tasks, and assigns appropriate tasks according to each person's strengths.

Yang Jun took the time to go to the backyard to take a look.

As soon as I opened the curtain, I smelled the smell of meat.

In the kitchen, the shopkeeper and his daughter-in-law were busy cooking.

The shopkeeper is boiling mutton soup, and her daughter-in-law is kneading dough pancakes.

Mutton steamed bun is a famous snack in Shanxi, and the general authentic way to eat it is cold steamed bun and hot soup, but in winter, everyone likes to eat hot, so many people are not so particular.

The shopkeeper was pouring mutton soup with a spoon, and when he saw Yang Jun coming in, he hurriedly filled a bowl of mutton soup and handed it to him.

"Comrade Yang, take a sip of soup to warm up."

Yang Jun took it and took a sip.

Not to mention, the taste is quite positive, and I don't know what material the boss used, so I can't smell the smell at all.

"Brother, I'm sorry for it today, I woke you up in the middle of the night, if I really have nowhere to go, I don't dare to disturb you."

"Hey, if you open a store and do business, how can there be rules for driving customers out, since you are here, it means that we are destined."

After some contact, the shopkeeper saw that they were well-behaved, not noisy or noisy, and polite to him, so they became acquainted with each other.

Yang Jun looked at a large pot of mutton soup, which the owner was going to use to open the store tomorrow, but he didn't expect to be robbed by their gang halfway.

He felt in his pocket and found that he was in a hurry, and he didn't bring money and tickets.

He excused himself to go to the front, and halfway through took out a wad of money and food stamps from the space.

Then return to the kitchen again

House.

"Brother, this is the food money, you take it."

The shopkeeper looked at the pile of money and tickets, and hurriedly said,

"Too much, too much, that's all in time for me to sell in three days."

Yang Jun pushed back twenty yuan and thirty catties of food stamps.

"Brother, listen to me, this money is not only the cost of this meal, but also to compensate for your losses tomorrow, those brothers outside will eat in your store for a day tomorrow, so this money is just right."

Money and tickets, Yang Jun is calculated.

Tomorrow, the ten of them will eat in the store for a day, and according to the amount of one pound of food per person, they will eat three meals, which is exactly thirty pounds.

He still calculates this amount according to less, and these men finally have a good meal when they enter the city, and they must let go of their stomachs to eat, so the amount of one pound is a conservative estimate.

"That...... I'll take it, Comrade Yang, don't worry, I'll take good care of them."

"Thank you, brother."

After a while, the mutton soup and white flour buns were served.

Everyone put two tables into a big table, two large pots of mutton soup in the middle, each holding a large bowl, nose twitching, two eyes staring at mutton soup and white bread.

Some people couldn't help it, so they grabbed the white bun and gnawed it.

Hu Dazhuang personally served a bowl to Yang Jun, and then handed over two white flour buns.

Yang Jun ate a lot at night, and just now he drank a bowl of mutton soup, and he was not too hungry at the moment.

He put one back in the bun and began to eat and drink.

None of the ten hungry men spoke, but concentrated on bowing their heads and cooking.

The smell of mutton soup filled the room, and only the sound of "snoring" could be heard.

They are really hungry, they rushed from Xiaowangzhuang in the afternoon, walked for half a day, they must have been hungry for a long time, and now they have encountered mutton soup steamed buns, which makes them even more greedy.

"Hiccup, it's delicious."

One of the militiamen belched and let out a long sigh of relief.

He got up and refilled the bowl again, grabbing three white buns by the way.

Wang Erwa's mouth was bulging, and she glanced at the kid and said,

"I'm afraid this mutton steamed bun is the best meal you've ever eaten in your life, right?"

The militiaman's face turned red, and he said embarrassedly: "Brother Erwa, I really made you right, hey, no matter what you said when you were young, you could still eat a full meal, but when you grow up, you have never eaten a full meal again, let alone any mutton steamed buns."

Several other militiamen who ate together felt the same way and chimed in,

"yes, yes, it's good to be full these days, I can't even think of a delicacy like this."

When it came to eating, these men all bowed their heads and didn't speak, and their eyes were red.

Throughout the year, I spend most of my time in the field, so I can say that I put all my energy into it.

But in the end, I still can't eat.

When they think about it, they can't help but want to cry.