Who taught you to be a soldier like this!

Chapter 446 Comrade Zhao Weihong has arrived. [Please subscribe! Please give me a monthly ticket!]

Different from many cities in the south.

Yanjing, this world-famous modern city, still retains a very strong traditional atmosphere at this critical juncture when the new year is approaching.

This is not only a place where countless travelers yearn to realize their dreams, but also the hometown where countless people have lived for generations.

Inside the brightly lit Yanjing West Railway Station, passengers come and go in a hurry, heading for different directions and destinations.

The only thing that is the same is probably the desire to go home.

“How much is a sweet potato?”

Looking at Zhao Weihong and Lin Jingshu in military uniforms, the old man selling roasted sweet potatoes was stunned for a moment. Then he realized that Zhao Weihong was referring to the sweet potatoes with a burnt aroma in the oven. He immediately spoke generously in a rough northern accent.

"If anyone else wants to eat it, it's six dollars a piece, ten dollars for two."

"But if you two want to eat, it's free! I'll treat you two!"

As he spoke, the old man swiftly picked up the iron clamp covered with a layer of black charcoal and searched carefully in the stove.

The winter in Yanjing is very cold.

But perhaps because of the temperature emitted by the stove, the old man wearing only a tattered blue cloth jacket was not afraid of the cold at all.

Looking at Lin Jingshu standing next to him, he had only walked out of the station for a few minutes when his face turned red from the cold. His body was stinging like needles from the cold wind that tried desperately to get in through the gaps in his clothes, but he remained stubborn and didn't say a word.

Until he saw Zhao Weihong watching the old man rummaging in the stove with great interest, while he took out his wallet from his pocket.

Lin Jingshu then pulled Zhao Weihong's sleeve and whispered.

"Be good. Otherwise, don't eat it."

"Ten dollars is enough for a meal for the two of us."

Although the old man said that he would treat Zhao Weihong and the other person to free roasted sweet potatoes.

But how could Zhao Weihong, who was wearing a military uniform, take advantage of the common people? He would definitely have to pay.

This made Lin Jingshu, who was used to living a hard life and was always thrifty, feel a little distressed.

If Zhao Weihong had not received the first-class talent subsidy, her monthly income would have been only more than 200 yuan.

According to this calculation, Zhao Weihong worked hard for a month, and the allowance she received could barely buy dozens of sweet potatoes?
Although Yanjing, and even the entire Yan Kingdom, had not yet entered the period of rapid development that later generations called the "Yan Kingdom Miracle".

However, the huge income and price gaps between regions have begun to emerge.

The current price of roasted sweet potatoes surprised Lin Jingshu, who came to Yanjing for the first time. He was really reluctant to spend the money.

But Zhao Weihong just smiled and patted her hands, then handed the ten yuan she had just found to the old man.

"Excuse me, sir."

"You kid! What are you doing?"

"I already told you two to eat, why are you still giving me money?"

"Look at the way you two are dressed. You haven't been home for a long time, right?"

"Here, take it."

After stuffing the packaged sweet potato into Zhao Weihong's hand, the old man pushed back the banknote Zhao Weihong handed over and waved his hand firmly.

"Kid, it's not easy to be a soldier out there, right?"

"Eat slowly on the way, it'll keep you warm!"

"Go home now!"

After saying that, the old man showed a very kind smile to Zhao Weihong and Lin Jingshu, then put away the iron clamp that had been with him for who knows how many years, and continued to shout out his wares in a loud and somewhat desolate voice.

"Baked sweet potatoes! Hot baked sweet potatoes!"

Seeing that the old man was determined not to take the money, Zhao Weihong looked at Lin Jingshu helplessly.

The moment their eyes met, Lin Jingshu understood what Zhao Weihong wanted to do and immediately nodded slightly.

next second.

Zhao Weihong quickly stuffed the prepared banknotes into the dirty and worn apron pocket on the old man's chest, whose original color could no longer be seen.

Then he picked up the luggage in one hand, held Lin Jingshu's little hand with the other, and ran away!

By the time the old man reacted, Zhao Weihong and Lin Jingshu had already run away more than ten meters!
"Hey! You kid!"

"Come back! I don't want your money!"

"hey-hey."

Zhao Weihong smiled and waved her hand, answering happily.

"Master, we two are going home!"

"You too, go home early!"

Zhao Weihong and Lin Jingshu kept walking and soon disappeared from the old man's sight.

"These two kids are so stubborn!"

He complained a few words towards the direction where Zhao Weihong left.

The old man who chased a few steps away slowly walked back to his stall and shouted his wares as usual.

"Baked sweet potatoes! Hot baked sweet potatoes!"

On the other side, Zhao Weihong led Lin Jingshu to a sheltered corner, and kept looking out nervously.

It was not until he met Lin Jingshu's puzzled eyes that Zhao Weihong scratched his head and said embarrassedly.

"Sweet potatoes must be eaten while they are hot, otherwise they will not taste good."

"But we are both wearing military uniforms now. If we eat while walking, I am afraid we will be picked up."

"If this is confiscated by the three military patrols in Yanjing, we will definitely be laughed at when we return!"

"Come, Jingshu, try it."

"I know this old man's roasted sweet potato is delicious as soon as I smell it."

After handing a portion of hot baked sweet potato to Lin Jingshu, Zhao Weihong couldn't wait to tear off the black skin of her own portion, revealing the golden flesh inside.

After taking a deep breath of the tempting smell mixed with burnt aroma and sweet flavor, Zhao Weihong couldn't wait to start devouring it.

Even though the potato was screaming in pain from the scalding flesh, Zhao Weihong still refused to slow down and finished most of the roasted sweet potato in no time.

"belch!"

After burping contentedly, Zhao Weihong spoke to Lin Jingshu with a silly smile, with dark stains around her lips.

"There's an old saying in my family."

"After eating a bite of sweet potato grown in the yellow soil, the wandering people of Longxi will no longer miss home."

"I didn't take this seriously when I was a kid, but now I see that it's really not easy to miss home when you have a full stomach."

"Come on, you can try it too."

"After we finish eating, we should go to Deputy Chief Wei's house."

Lin Jingshu glanced at Zhao Weihong. She actually didn't like eating roasted sweet potatoes.

But looking at Zhao Weihong's slightly expectant expression, Lin Jingshu nodded obediently and started to eat the sweet potato, which was no longer so hot, in small bites.

Zhao Weihong stared at her intently, causing Lin Jingshu to chew less and less. In the end, she simply stopped and said angrily.

"Have you been watching me do something?"

Lin Jingshu's original intention was to protest against Zhao Weihong's behavior of staring at her, which made her feel a little embarrassed.

But with her weak voice and lack of confidence, it seemed like she was acting like a spoiled brat in front of Zhao Weihong.

"Why am I watching you? I want to see when you can finish eating!"

"If you eat it in small bites like this, the sweet potato will be cold by the time you finish it!"

"Come, I'll teach you." As she spoke, Zhao Weihong helped Lin Jingshu peel off the scorched outer layer of the roasted sweet potato, revealing most of the yellow flesh inside.

"Eat with big mouthfuls! Don't stop! It tastes so delicious!"

Lin Jingshu stared blankly at the enthusiastic Zhao Weihong, and suddenly understood what Chang Dingfang meant by "It's not easy to be with Weihong, right?"

Along the way, Zhao Weihong took Lin Jingshu to the guesthouse for a meal, and the rest of the food and accommodation issues were solved by 39jun.

Strictly speaking, this was the first time he invited Lin Jingshu to eat after they confirmed their relationship.

As a result, he arranged a roasted sweet potato and asked the girl to eat it without regard for manners, just like him.
From a certain perspective, it is Zhao Weihong's luck that she and Lin Jingshu can be together.
"Oh"

Still a little shy though.

But seeing Zhao Weihong's look of mixed anticipation and seriousness, Lin Jingshu hesitated for a moment, and still started to eat the sweet potato in his hand in big mouthfuls, and soon he became covered in clown food.

"Alas, at times like this, I suddenly feel that those propaganda officers in the agency are not so annoying."

Hearing Zhao Weihong's sigh, Lin Jingshu immediately tilted his head and asked curiously.

"Why?"

“Because they carry cameras with them all the time!”

"This way I can take a picture of you now and save it for later."

"Ouch!"

The words have not yet fallen.

Lin Jingshu's small hand reached out to Zhao Weihong's waist and twisted it back and forth in anger and annoyance.

Although she usually looks weak, Lin Jingshu's little hands are actually very strong.

Zhao Weihong, who calls himself a "tough guy", lasted less than five seconds before he cried out in pain and never dared to mention taking pictures again.

When Lin Jingshu found a public toilet and came back after washing her face, he, for the first time ever, avoided Zhao Weihong and tried to hold her hand.

But Lin Jingshu was reluctant to keep "ignoring" Zhao Weihong, and in the end Zhao Weihong "succeeded" in the end, but he still had an angry look on his face, just like a little punching bag.

Seeing this, Zhao Weihong grinned and dared not say anything else. Instead, he walked to the side of the road and waved to the passing taxi.

"Master, go to Xinhua Gate."

Hearing this, the taxi driver, who looked to be in his thirties, glanced at Zhao Weihong in the rearview mirror and said with certainty.

"You're from out of town, right?"

"Parking is not allowed at Xinhua Gate."

"The best I can do is drop you off at a nearby intersection. You'll still have to walk more than a hundred meters to get through the traffic lights."

"I'm not kidding you. If you don't believe me, get off the bus now and replace me with someone else."

Seeing the driver's confident tone, Zhao Weihong was stunned at first, then smiled and nodded.

"I'll follow your instructions."

"Please drive."

"Okay, sit tight!"

This is indeed something Zhao Weihong neglected.

The last time she visited Deputy Chief Wei's home, Zhao Weihong refused to ride in Deputy Chief Wei's special car and instead took a courtesy car under the name of the "8341 Unit".

Apart from a routine inspection at the door, the journey was smooth.

But taxis and unregistered private cars naturally do not receive such treatment.

Unless otherwise ordered, everyone had to get off the bus at the intersection about a hundred meters away from Xinhua Gate and walk all the way there, as the driver said.

During this trip to Yanjing, Deputy Chief Wei did not mention sending anyone to pick up Zhao Weihong, and Zhao Weihong tacitly did not ask about this matter, and instead chose to go to the door in his own way.

Compared with the convenience and peace of mind along the way before, this somewhat tedious journey made Zhao Weihong feel very meaningful.

Because no matter how good the treatment he enjoyed last time, it had nothing to do with him. Instead, he was given that treatment for the sake of Deputy Chief Wei's "face".

But this time it's different.

Being able to come back here.

Zhao Weihong relies on her own efforts.

The security guards will also change the way they address him from "Deputy Chief Wei's guest" to the name Zhao Weihong wants to hear the most.

Zhao Weihong!
"Okay! Go slowly when you get off the bus!"

Pick up your luggage and get off at the intersection the driver told you.

The road remains as peaceful as it was when Zhao Weihong came last time.

Even the taxi driver with a loud voice became much gentler after coming here.

The light is still red at this moment.

Zhao Weihong carried Lin Jingshu and stood in front of the crosswalk, quietly waiting for the light to turn from red to green.

stand right here.

Zhao Weihong could already see the national flag fluttering in the wind at the entrance of Xinhua Gate, as well as security guards coming and going in plain clothes or military uniforms.

Lin Jingshu, who was standing by, unconsciously clenched Zhao Weihong's hand at this moment, appearing very nervous.

From the perspective of ordinary people.

Zhou Kehu was actually a very remarkable figure.

But Lin Jingshu didn't feel nervous when he met him.

Because he actually had no idea about Zhou Kehu's level.

But Deputy Chief Wei, and even Mr. Yu whom he is about to meet, are different!

Any one of them is higher in rank than Yan Wenyuan, who is considered “all-powerful” in Lin Jingshu’s eyes!
Moreover, in today's meeting, Deputy Chief Wei and Mr. Yu specifically asked Lin Jingshu to be the "female lead!"

Thinking of this, Lin Jingshu became more and more panicked, fearing that after the meeting, his performance would disappoint Deputy Chief Wei and Mr. Yu and bring shame to Zhao Weihong.

"It's fine."

"Just follow me."

Zhao Weihong seemed to notice the nervousness of the people around her. She gently squeezed Lin Jingshu's hand and said lightly.

I have everything.

at the same time.

The red light suddenly turned green.

Zhao Weihong took a step forward and strode towards the guards in the distance who seemed to be looking here as well.

"Comrade, please stay."

"Please show me your ID."

Before Zhao Weihong reached the main gate, a security guard strode up to him, saluted him, gestured, and asked him to cooperate with the registration.

This move attracted the attention of other passing tourists, who thought that everyone passing by here had to register, so they all took out their ID cards.

Looking at the "strange" reactions of the people around him, Zhao Weihong laughed and handed over his ID.

Not long after.

The guard returned the ID to Zhao Weihong, saluted again, leaned close to the intercom on his chest, and whispered.

"Notice."

"Comrade Zhao Weihong, we're here."

(End of this chapter)