I make a living solving crimes.

It is early summer in Guangzhou now. Grass and trees are growing around the training ground, the lights are sparse, and apart from the occasional chirping of insects, it is not noisy.

I had spicy and sour shredded potatoes for dinner tonight.

The local peppers are not that pretty because they are crooked. They are cut into thin long strips and are emerald green. After being stir-fried with ginger and garlic until fragrant, golden shredded potatoes are added. The yellow, green and red colors look great and go well with rice.

After their meal, the veterans sat on the open space in the playground and ate with relish.

Because today we use lard to cook.

When men in later generations get together, most of the time they chat about: yesterday's all-in-one 128th, the king's promotion from diamond to star, or the technician No. 88 downstairs...

The veterans didn’t play mahjong, didn’t know how to play the King of Glory, and didn’t dare to look beautiful women in the eye.

When they got together, they talked about Hill 391 and Hill 351, and they argued until their faces were red.

We all go to the battlefield with our lives on the line, and no one is a coward.

"I've been to Seoul and blew up two bunkers. I still have bullet holes in my body."

"That's nothing. My position was bombed by the enemy for three days and was half buried in the soil."

"It's not worth mentioning. The enemy plane was flying right above our heads. Our company commander was burned to death by the enemy's incendiary bombs while trying to divert the plane."

"Your company commander is a real man, but you are nothing. I didn't even try to dodge when a plane came. I even fired at it, but unfortunately I didn't shoot it down."

Every veteran described the battle situation of that year in a "friendly" way.

The fight was not settled until a veteran who had come down from Hill 597.9 joined the conversation.

In terms of severity, 597.9 Highland ranks among the top three.

The atmosphere became harmonious again. Since they couldn't compete in military exploits, they naturally had to find a new topic.

An old soldier looked at Chang Wei who had just come out of the cafeteria and said jokingly, "Damn it, I heard that kid is a colonel. I'm afraid he has never fought in a war."

Another veteran rolled his eyes. "I'm afraid he was still wetting the bed during the war."

"Why did you find a young officer to lead the team? Won't he run away when the shells sounded?"

Then everyone burst into laughter.

It cannot be said that there is contempt, but contempt is inevitable.

These veterans have fought for more than ten years and have seen many young people who are overconfident and incompetent.

As for Chang Wei's deeds of catching spies and finding gold, although he had made outstanding contributions, he could not really mention them in front of the veterans who had fought on the battlefield.

Veterans only admire those comrades who sacrificed their lives and will never come back.

Ma Han sat on the outskirts of the crowd, listening silently.

Because he had fought in the Battle of Songshan and could read and write, he quickly became friends with the veterans and was not excluded due to his lack of experience in the subsequent War of Liberation and the War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea.

Originally, he envied these veterans, who would have many achievements to show off to future generations.

The only one I can mention is Songshan.

However, the more I listened, the more something seemed wrong.

He whispered in dissatisfaction: "Today's dishes were cooked by Team Leader Chang himself, and the lard is also his own."

The veterans paused and slowed down their eating.

It's a bit unkind to scold the cook while holding a bowl.

Ma Han's voice became louder. "The 5,000 tons of grain that were just brought back a few days ago were snatched back from outside by Team Leader Chang. There are still 100,000 tons left. You were transferred here to ensure food security."

100,000 tons...

The veterans were breathing rapidly.

I don’t know how many people felt ashamed for laughing just now.

They have been discharged from the army and returned home for half a year, so of course they know what their hometown is like now.

How many people can survive with one hundred thousand tons of food?

Ma Han looked at the veteran who had teased Chang Wei first, and said seriously: "After these 100,000 tons of grain were transported back, Team Leader Chang made a request to the organization that Sichuan Province should no longer transfer grain to other places this year."

The old soldier's eyes suddenly turned red. He stood up suddenly, with veins popping out on his neck. He took a few deep breaths before calming down. He said in a deep voice, "From now on, he will be the lifeblood of the millions of elders in our Sichuan Province. If he points east, I will never go west."

The veterans all nodded.

Finally, Ma Han said, "We need to select the best from among us. Team Leader Chang said that 100,000 tons is not enough. In addition to Sichuan Province, there are also Central Plains, Hubei, Hunan, Anhui, Jiangxi, and Northeast China. There are still countless people starving. He has to go out... to beg for alms."

Then, the next day, the training ground was in full swing.

The old soldiers who had heard that their opponents were gangsters didn't really care and were even a bit lazy. Now they all started to resume training with a life-threatening attitude. They rushed to show off their unique skills, shocking the new recruits who were responsible for assisting them.

Begging for alms...I don’t understand Buddhism, but I know a little bit about martial arts.

Old man Li told Fan Tuaner that the ideological work of the Dragon Group was done well, and this was not empty talk.

Chang Wei never holds grievance meetings in the team, he always looks forward to the future.

One day, we will all have our fill and meat at every meal.

One day, our children will also read aloud in a spacious and bright classroom and run freely on the playground.

One day, we will also have aircraft carriers to defend against enemies thousands of miles away in the vast ocean.

One day, our diplomats will also say that we should start from strength...

The veterans couldn't imagine such a scene.

However, for the future that Chang Wei has described and for the next generation to stand tall and proud, they are willing to risk their lives again.

......

The loud speaker on the training ground suddenly sounded.

"People's Broadcasting Station, People's Broadcasting Station, now we are going to play a song, the "Song of the Seven Sons" written by Mr. Yiduo and composed by Mr. Wei Meng..."

Chang Wei looked at Fan Tuan'er blankly, "I just said don't use my real name, what does this Mr. Mighty mean?"

Fan Tuaner nodded seriously, "It's a good alias, Chang Wei, powerful and fierce. Any problem?"

Sister Tuaner, do you want to listen to what you are saying?

What does it mean to be both powerful and fierce?

And, Mr. Muscular, that's a toilet cleaner...

Chang Wei thought about it and decided not to say it out loud to humiliate himself.

Fortunately, this brand has not yet entered China and the related translation has not appeared.

On the training ground, the veterans stopped and listened quietly.

Clear music mixed with sadness floated in the sky, and a young voice started singing first.

Do you know Macau?

It's not my real last name.

I've been away from you for too long, mother...

Unlike later generations, this part is sung in Cantonese.

Chang Wei knew it was Chang Wan's voice after just one sentence.

I didn’t expect the little girl to sing so well.

Then Lan Xiaojie followed suit in Mandarin.

The clear and melodious voice carries sadness, attachment and expectation.

In the capital, a tall and sturdy old man put out his cigarette butt in the ashtray, thought for a moment, and looked up and said, "Let the troops near Yangcheng move and put some pressure on them. We must ensure the safety of the little devil in Hong Kong Island. Tell him to go ahead and do it."