The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 13 Leisurely Life
...After experiencing this several times, I realized that it is definitely not a good thing if a boss who is usually serious suddenly becomes friendly and easy to talk to.

Because in all likelihood, what follows is a life-and-death battle.

Unfortunately, by the time I realized this, the brothers around me had been replaced one after another, and I don’t know where many of them even knew where their bodies were buried...

...Excerpt from Hu Biao's diary collection "Hu Shuo"...

At that time, Hu Biao was looking at Dr. Zhou Kun, who was swinging an axe and chopping firewood with great effort.

It should be noted that when Zhou Kun introduced himself to Hu Biao and others, he did not say that he had graduated with a doctorate from a prestigious university and had received many offers for high-paying positions.

He just told Hu Biao and the others that he was studying abroad at Uncle Sam's house.

Because in the modern dimension, studying abroad is no longer a rare thing.

Because there are so many of them, some international students who are not from famous universities even earn less than domestic college students after returning home.

Therefore, Hu Biao and others did not think much of Zhou Kun.

Now, looking at Zhou Kun, who probably has never done any rough work since he was a child, and his embroidery-like appearance when chopping wood, he couldn't help but keep teasing:
"Harder, Zhou Kun, are you trying to show me how weak you are?"

"Hey, hey, be careful, buddy, or you might chop your toes..."

Zhou Kun, who had spent a lot of effort to chop a small tree stump, felt his arms were sore and numb, and heard the buzzing voice of Hu Biao in his ears, which made him very annoyed.

He turned around and cursed, "Fuck! You're awesome, okay? Since you have nothing to do now, why don't you come and chop me?"

Upon hearing this, Hu Biao was unhappy:

"What do you mean I'm idle? I'm responsible for chopping vegetables and cooking rice. Isn't Wang Peng that kid out fetching water and hasn't come back yet? How can I wash rice and vegetables without water?"

What a coincidence! Just as Hu Biao finished speaking, he heard a hurried shout:
"Hu Biao, Zhou Kun, you two guys are still in the mood to chat. Can't you see how exhausted I am? Come over here and take over."

The two men looked back and saw Wang Peng, whom they suspected was a PLA veteran, hunched over, carrying a bucket of water on his shoulder like a giant shrimp, and walking towards them with difficulty.

As they walked, a pair of buckets swung back and forth violently, and it looked extremely strenuous.

Seeing this, Hu Biao and Zhou Kun hurried forward to help. However, when they looked at the bucket, they found that there was only half a bucket of water in it, and Wang Peng's pants were almost completely wet.

Zhou Kun couldn't help but complain: "Good boy! I thought how much water you carried, how heavy is it?
"Old Wang, you only carry half a bucket of water each time. How many trips will it take you to fill the water tank at this rate? Hu Biao is still waiting for your water to wash rice and vegetables."

After hearing this, Wang Peng instinctively wanted to swear.

By the way! He is still a young man, and his physique and physical strength are not too bad. The key is how many young people in the modern dimension can bear the burden?

It's okay to ask him to carry something, even if it's about a hundred pounds, he won't feel too tired.

But if you replace it with something of the same weight or even lighter and carry it on your shoulders, it is two completely different concepts.

After the shoulder pole was pressed on his shoulders, he felt a sharp pain in his shoulders and his waist could not help but bend down; while he walked, the two buckets swayed uncontrollably and some of the water inside spilled out.

But the well is about a hundred meters away from the kitchen, which is really a long distance.

However, it was difficult for him, a man in his prime and a retired PLA veteran, to express the above reasons.

In the end, all of Wang Peng's complaints turned into one sentence: "When Hu Biao washes rice and vegetables, remember to use less water. Just enough."

"I know. You just have to wait for the delicious rice." Hu Biao replied after hearing this, looking very confident.

Because he grew up in a small county town in the 18th tier, and grew up in the urban and rural areas, he has been able to cook simple home-cooked meals since he was young.

When I first started my business, because it was a popular online snack bar, my cooking skills had been honed to some extent, and I thought that preparing big pot meals was not a problem at all.

But soon after, this guy could no longer keep his composure.

The reason was simple. Back then, he'd either used a pressure cooker or an electric rice cooker; using the old-fashioned large iron pots like the ones used in the military was something he'd never known before. After washing the brown rice twice and dumping it all into the pot, he realized he couldn't quite grasp the right amount of water, and he couldn't tell if it was too much or too little.

After thinking it over for a while, I decided to keep quiet for a while.

The main thing is to add some water if there is not enough water, and add some rice if there is too much water. Anyway, just cook the rice.

Just as Hu Biao was holding a bucket of water and hesitating whether to pour it into the pot, a violent cough came into his ears.

Looking in the direction of the coughing sound, I saw Zhou Kun's face covered in black smoke, and he was almost coughing out his lungs.

He took two steps forward and glanced towards the stove.

Zhou Kun stuffed a lot of firewood into it, so it would be strange if it could be ignited.

Before he could finish his complaints, he heard another clang sound. He turned his head and saw that another big pot was placed on the earthen stove that Gao Yi and Zhang Wei had just built.

Wang Peng poured the half bucket of water he had just carried into the stove, and the stove collapsed on the spot.

The big pot fell to the ground, and a gap was immediately created on the edge of the pot; the half bucket of water that Wang Peng had taken great pains to carry out flowed all over the floor.

For a moment, faced with this chaotic scene, several rookies from the modern dimension looked at each other in bewilderment.

The five people all had only one thought in their minds: It's over. They can't even handle such a small matter. Could they not even be able to work in the kitchen?

Fortunately, at this moment, an angelic voice sounded:

"Oh my god! How come you kids can't do such a small thing? Don't just stand there, I'm going to show you how to do it."

In the following time, everyone continued to work under the guidance of Old Man Zhou, no! It should be the old squad leader.

Although I was still a little hesitant during the process, I finally managed to make this lunch.

What’s more crucial is that although the old squad leader expressed his dislike for them, he did not go to the company headquarters to secretly complain and replace them.

"The old squad leader is a pretty good guy." Hu Biao thought to himself before going to bed that night...

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In general, in the three or four days after joining the special forces company, Hu Biao and the other five unlucky guys who traveled from the modern dimension lived a pretty good life.

Under the almost hands-on teaching of the old squad leader, Hu Biao can already cook a pot of excellent rice, and he is also good at proofing, kneading, making steamed buns and noodles.

Zhou Kun, Wang Peng and others also became adept at chopping wood, making fire, fetching water, washing and cutting vegetables.

After all, everyone's educational level is at least a high school diploma.

With their learning ability, as long as they work hard, they can quickly master some simpler tasks in the kitchen; on the contrary, if the old squad leader is asked to learn how to operate machinery, it will probably be difficult for him to learn.

It seems that reading more is still very beneficial.

After getting the hang of all the kitchen tasks, although they still didn't find a chance to sneak away, at least they didn't have to worry about being stuck in the trenches.

Therefore, Hu Biao and the other five people still felt quite satisfied.

If there is anything else that still makes them feel dissatisfied.

That is, although you can barely eat enough every day, every meal basically consists of pickles, and you rarely eat vegetables. For modern people who have meat for almost every meal, after a long time, there will be no oil or water in their stomachs.

So much so that when Hu Biao was dreaming at night, he actually dreamed of eating a big piece of fatty meat.

It is the legendary fat slices that are three fingers thick and cooked.

Fortunately, on the morning of August 8, the situation finally took a turn for the better...

(End of this chapter)