I fought guerrilla warfare in the Yimeng Mountains during the Anti-Japanese War

"How is it? Old Yan, are there any difficulties?"

Yan Jiaming held the purple clay teapot on the small red clay stove and poured tea into the captain's cup. Seeing that the captain was staring at his purple clay teapot, he did not answer the captain's question, but pointed at the purple clay teapot and explained:

"Thirty dollars, I bought it with my own military salary."

"Old Yan, I just want to see if it is a rare treasure. If I don't believe you, I won't leave such a big stall to you without doing anything."

Chen Feng did not just ignore it. He took a look at the accounts every month and secretly investigated three times. The business was too big and the temptation was too great. He could not trust anyone completely. Fortunately, Old Yan was very honest and would not touch a single cent except for the military pay.

"Captain, you don't know how expensive food and firewood are until you run the household. Aren't the benefits a bit too much? Twenty dollars is okay, that's the traditional project. Add twenty dollars for supplies, and forty dollars per person. We have nearly 20,000 people, and if another wave of new recruits arrive at the end of the year, one million dollars will have been spent."

"Old Yan, are you in trouble?"

"It's not difficult. Four hundred dollars per person is not difficult at all. But once this trend becomes popular, it will be difficult to ask for a reduction next year."

Chen Feng looked at the burning wood in the stove with a bit of loneliness. Next year, perhaps the sneak attack over there would have been successful by this time! By then, the Yimeng guerrillas would attack quickly, so there would be no time to go home and enjoy the warmth.

"Don't think about it, just think about whether there are enough supplies! If there are, transport them as soon as possible before the snow and water freezes."

"No need for transportation. Each regiment has enough supplies. We can replenish them after the snow melts. Captain, it's not that I'm stingy! I have the responsibility to remind you that you are going to buy warships and planes. Don't trouble me if you don't have enough money at that time."

"Which bastard is talking nonsense? Buy warships? Buy planes? If you buy those things, it will be a bottomless pit no matter how much money you have. Just seize them first and use them. If you don't have them, don't force it. Machine guns and cannons can also be used in war. Tell me, who is making trouble out of nothing? I have to give him a good beating."

Yan Jiaming's face was red, and he didn't know whether it was caused by the burnt stove or the loss.

"I'm just asking, you're not a bastard. I'm just guessing. You're in the navy and the air force, so I have to save money for you"!

"Old Yan, that's enough. I won't talk nonsense with you anymore. Make a list of supplies and give it to Song Zihan. Pay attention to the combination of supplies. Don't send seafood to those whose homes are close to the sea. As for the rest, you can take care of it."

Yan Jiaming was so angry that he laughed. Only a fool would sell seafood in coastal areas. He felt that the captain was looking down on him.

On November 11, telegrams were sent to the six groups that had gone down the mountain, saying that with the arrival of winter, the team members could be organized to visit their families in a planned manner.

The telegram detailed the welfare benefits of each regiment. The types of benefits varied, but they were all worth twenty dollars and twenty dollars of supplies. The captain specifically requested that families not in the base be delivered by a small special forces team that was trained and disguised for raids. Except for a few that had to travel a long distance, no household was allowed to be left out, and the families of the sacrificed team members were also given the benefits.

Each regiment responded very quickly. The telegram was received in the morning and the visiting group set out after noon. Except for the new recruits within two months, each wave had a five-day holiday, with one-sixth of the troops each time, and the troops were completed within a month. Only then were the new recruits allowed.

The new recruits had no objections, as they had just started training for a short time. On the contrary, when they learned that they would also have a turn to visit their families in a month, and that their welfare benefits would be the same as those of the veterans, their enthusiasm for training exploded. They asked for more training and trained secretly. In the words of many new recruits, they would feel unworthy of the 40-dollar benefit if they didn't train themselves to exhaustion every day.

It's that simple. No one joins the army for the pay, but such generous treatment can at least prove oneself. Just imagine how excited family members will be when they see the pay and benefits.

At the same time, the special operations team also began to act. The welfare benefits they provided did not include supplies. In order to facilitate carrying, they were all in large quantities. Long-distance raids were commonplace, and being able to bring warmth to the families of comrades during the raids was itself a very glorious task.

Some non-special operations personnel also began to hone themselves. If they had worked harder, they would have been able to return home as special operations members this time.

On the evening of the 17th, most of the first group of team members who returned home had already had a hot meal, and almost every home of the visiting team member was surrounded by guests. Look at how they were treated. It was still more than two months before the Chinese New Year, and the New Year's goods were sent back first. They were all valuable New Year's goods. It was already impressive enough to ride back on horseback. There was even a horse specifically for carrying New Year's goods. Although they didn't reveal how much money they earned, you could guess roughly by looking at the types of goods.

Every team member was accepting compliments from the important figures in the village, and they felt warm in their hearts. When serving in the army, it was not uncommon to come back once a year. To be able to get such a generous reward, hard work is one aspect, but following the right people is the most important thing.

There are different feelings of sorrow and joy. In some families, children or men have passed away. The dead are gone, but the living must continue to live. Although the Yimeng guerrillas issued pensions, that was life-saving money. As long as they were not starving to death, the money could not be touched casually.

When the welfare delivery team entered the yard, put down the beef, mutton, cloth and canned food in their hands, counted out twenty dollars and handed them to the families, they felt a mixture of sadness and joy, the pain of missing their loved ones, but also the relief of having a secure life.

When they enter every household, the welfare delivery team members are in no hurry to leave. They ask if there are any other difficulties or if anyone has been bullied. Once there is injustice, the team members can take action. Most of the time, they will give a warning and let the offender off lightly, and warn that if the offender does it again, they will deal with him/her severely. For those with extremely serious crimes, they will not listen to the one-sided words of the military family members, but will stop to inquire about the facts. Once the evidence of a crime is confirmed, they can execute the offender on the spot without asking for permission.

The members of the Jiaolong Regiment are all training on the warship and cannot take turns to go home to visit their families. Huang Shanhe from the Second Battalion of the Third Regiment led the team to distribute benefits, and the focus was on Guancaowang of Lanshantou.

Daya's father was squatting in the seafood warehouse waiting in line, discussing the harvest at sea with several older fishermen. Although he no longer went to sea, he was still worried about the safety of his old friends.

"Dad, stop trying. You have to face reality when you get older. Mom is in poor health, and you are rowing the boat and casting the net by yourself. It's so cold and windy. If you get dragged under by the fishing net, Gangzi won't be able to see his dad when he comes back."

Gangzi's father took a few puffs of his pipe, and the frown on his forehead was not relaxed. He did not agree with Gangzi joining the army, and only wanted him to get married and let him fish to support his family. But Gangzi signed up with a twist of his head, joined the team and touched the gun, and he could not stop him. Gangzi's father did not want to go to sea either. Although the output was okay, he lived by the sea for many years and suffered from the most common rheumatism among seaside fishermen. When it was serious, his legs felt like they were filled with lead and it was extremely difficult.