With Pinxixi in hand, I have a supermarket in the Changzheng!

She originally thought that the people coming were a few comrades from the kitchen team, but unexpectedly, a large group of people came.

Everyone's face was filled with excitement and joy, and they couldn't wait to roll up their sleeves.

"Oh my god! There are so many fish!"

A lively little soldier ran over and squatted beside the pond. The more he looked, the more his smile deepened, and a deep dimple appeared on his left cheek.

Zhao Dashan is a tough guy who sheds blood and sweat but no tears. Seeing this scene, he couldn't help but tear up.

As the squad leader of the kitchen squad, he wants the soldiers to have enough to eat more than anyone else!

He wiped his eyes and looked at Zhou Yue with approval, "Sister Zhou Yue is really a lucky star! We are so lucky!"

Zhou Yue was a little embarrassed by the compliment and smiled shyly, "This is a blessing for all of us, let's catch the fish quickly."

She looked at the soldiers and saw that no one brought a fishing net. She was a little worried. How could they get so many fish out of the pond?

The next second, several soldiers jumped into the pond with a splash. The water level was not deep, almost up to their waists.

The soldiers jumped into the water and began to catch fish with the bamboo baskets in their hands. It turned out that this tool was quite handy.

Two or three fish could be caught with one bamboo basket. The soldiers held many empty buckets in their hands and filled the fish into the buckets with smiles on their faces.

The harvest atmosphere full of laughter and joy makes people feel warm in their hearts.

At this time, the sun had completely set behind the mountain, and the moon was hidden by the clouds and was barely visible.

It was pitch black everywhere, visibility was very low, and people in the pond could only feel their way around with their hands.

Zhao Dashan felt around in the water and felt that most of the fish had been caught, so he said to Wang Tiezhu, the cook on the opposite bank.

"Zhu Zi, I think there are no fish in there. Can you turn on the flashlight and have a look?"

Wang Tiezhu carefully took out a flashlight from his arms and shone it towards the water surface. It turned out that all the fish in the water had been fished out, except for a few fish that had slipped through the net.

In the team, flashlights are very precious items and no one is willing to use them unless they are urgently needed.

After catching the last few fish that had escaped the net, everyone started to walk back.

The mountain road was very steep. The soldiers were carrying fish and two buckets of mountain spring water in their hands. They had to be extremely careful with every step to avoid losing the hard-earned food.

It only takes about ten minutes to go down the mountain, but it took almost half an hour to go up the mountain.

After climbing the mountain, the originally dark night was instantly lit up. There were many bright bonfires, and the light of the bonfires shone on the faces of the soldiers.

Standing next to the campfire was a soldier in his forties, with thick eyebrows and bright eyes, looking at them with a look of satisfaction.

Zhao Dashan, who was still wet, saluted immediately when he saw the person coming.

"Instructor!"

Instructor Liu Yaowen patted him on the shoulder, and said in a gentle and caring tone, "Hurry up and dry your clothes. The weather is getting colder, don't catch a cold."

(Wow… I really didn’t know I had the same name as someone else beforehand. I’m not a big fan of celebrities, so I didn’t know before. I wrote too much and it’s hard to change it. I’m sorry…)

"Yes! Instructor!"

Liu Yaowen looked at the full buckets of fish and gave instructions to everyone.

"Everyone has worked hard. We should share the fruits of our labor with our comrades. Let's keep half a bucket for our kitchen team and send the rest to other kitchen teams."

Their kitchen team has three cooks, plus Zhou Yue's siblings, a total of five people.

Five people are responsible for the food of a battalion, which has more than 500 soldiers.

During the Long March of the Red Army, there were more than 80,000 soldiers and a large number of kitchen teams.

Although these fish are the result of their hard work, they cannot enjoy them alone.

In fact, having half a bucket is already very good. With so many fish to be shared among the kitchen teams, it is estimated that some kitchen teams can only get a few fish.

Zhao Dashan took out a big iron pot and couldn't wait to start cooking. He knew that the soldiers were starving.

Zhou Yue stepped forward and volunteered, "Brother Dashan, my mother taught me how to cook fish before, how about I make the fish soup this time?"

In Zhou Yue's memory, Dashan's cooking skills were indeed average. After all, he was a man and had never learned to cook before. No matter what he cooked, he would just stew it in a big pot and serve it.

During this period, food was scarce and people were lucky enough to have enough to eat, so they didn’t pay much attention to cooking skills and taste.

Zhao Dashan smiled and nodded, "Okay! Then I'll go kill the fish right away!"

Zhou Yue was a five-star chef in her previous life. Even the most ordinary fish soup could be made ten times more delicious than others.

When Dashan makes fish soup, he probably just throws the fish into the big pot and stews it, but her method is different.

She bought a bottle of fish oil from the mall and when she poured the fish into the pan, she mixed the fish oil into the pan. The fish was fried until both sides were golden brown.

After frying, pour a large pot of water into the pan. The stewed fish soup only needs a little salt to make it extremely delicious, and the soup is thick and white like milk.

There are three big iron pots in their kitchen team. All three pots are working at the same time. The aroma wafts from far away, making the soldiers so greedy that they can't help swallowing their saliva.

"It's time to eat!"

Zhao Dashan shouted to the soldiers behind him, his tone full of joy.

The soldiers took their bowls and chopsticks and lined up in front of the iron pot.

Although their stomachs were so hungry that they were trying to escape the danger of an empty city, the queue was well-organized and not even one person cut in line.

More than five hundred people were really too many. Even half a bucket of fish weighed several dozen kilograms, but there was not enough fish meat to share among everyone. Each person's bowl only had a small piece of meat.

But everyone was already very satisfied. They held the steaming fish soup in their hands and sipped it in small sips, reluctant to finish it too quickly.

Everyone sat on the ground and drank soup in a lively atmosphere.

"Brother Dashan's cooking skills are really great! I have never tasted such delicious fish soup in my life!"

"That's right! This soup is so delicious!"

Zhao Dashan scratched the back of his head and chuckled, "Hey, you can't praise me like that, this was done by Sister Zhou Yue!"

The crowd cast friendly glances at Zhou Yue who was serving soup.

"Sister Zhou Yue's cooking skills are really good!"

"That's right! He beats even Brother Dashan!"

Zhou Yue has always been unable to resist praise, and the tips of her ears turned red when she heard the praise from her comrades.

When she saw everyone’s satisfied looks after drinking the fish soup, she felt extremely happy.

But one thing is still quite disappointing.