Bright Sword: Follow Kong's fun and build the strongest military industry

For the local people, this was nothing short of a blessing from heaven.

We don't intend to make money in this area; in fact, we will try to increase the income of the surrounding residents.

The Chinese people are suffering, especially in the occupied territories. Many things are temporarily out of reach, and this is the only way to give the poor people a way to survive.

Besides fishermen in enemy-occupied areas, kelp was also being cultivated extensively in the territory of the New Fourth Army. In any case, for the Chinese people, anything edible is considered good.

Ding Wei and Kong Jie were very pleased to see the home-style dishes laid out on the table.

They weren't people who enjoyed luxury. When a few old comrades got together to chat, they were happy even if they were just drinking plain water.

Moreover, these dishes were not specially prepared by Political Commissar Zhao; they were all dishes that the Independent Column ate daily. The raw materials were readily available, and the cooks simply stir-fried them separately, making them typical home-style stir-fries.

However, this wine is a bit special; it's packaged in a very rustic jar, which makes it look like a good product.

Upon seeing this, Ding Wei immediately teased in an exaggerated tone:

"Wow, Lao Li, I didn't expect you to have such a treasure. This jar of wine looks like a good thing, it must have been expensive. You've gone to so much trouble."

"That's right, Lao Li, you really went all out this time. I've never seen this kind of wine before, and it's not one of the famous wines brewed in Shanxi Province."

When Li Yunlong got to his proudest moment, he grinned and kept smiling. It was not uncommon for such things to surprise his two battle-hardened comrades-in-arms, and this was considered one of his most treasured possessions.

However, Zhao Gang quickly explained with a smile, "This wine wasn't bought by Old Li himself; it was a gift from someone else. I heard that such a fine wine has been buried in the wine cellar for over sixty years, and it's simply not available on the market."

"Oh, that's rare. It's unheard of for someone to give you such good wine these days. With your reputation, Li Datou, how could anyone possibly send you such fine wine?"

"That's right, even if we're going to give them away, they should be given to me and Lao Kong, not to you, Li Yunlong."

Ding Wei's words were as sarcastic as ever, but Li Yunlong found them incredibly pleasing and burst into laughter.

To be honest, at his level, there aren't many people you can joke with.

Political Commissar Zhao Gang was a scholar, speaking and acting in a very formal and methodical manner, and rarely took the opportunity to joke.

Zhang Dabiao and Sun Desheng were his subordinates. Usually, Zhang Dabiao was the one who reprimanded people and dared not joke around at all.

As for the brigade commander, that's even less likely. He'd probably just give Li Yunlong a dressing down if he saw him; joking around with him is out of the question.

After the four of them sat down, Li Yunlong first removed the mud seal from the wine jar, and a rich aroma of wine immediately filled the entire room.

Ding Wei sniffed it and immediately exclaimed in admiration:

"Good wine, really good wine. I have never smelled such a fragrant wine before. It is an aged wine that has been brewing for 60 years. It is indeed extraordinary."

Kong Hao didn't say anything, but instead took deep breaths, enjoying the taste of this exquisite wine.

Even Zhao Gang, who has never liked drinking, couldn't help but swallow a few mouthfuls of saliva, mainly because this wine was so special.

Actually, he had tasted a little bit of this wine a month ago, and the taste was still unforgettable.

I remember it was an afternoon two months ago. Li Yunlong went to the military region headquarters for a meeting, and a few days later he brought back two jars of wine. One jar was unopened, and the other was only half full.

Li Yunlong specially called Zhang Dabiao, Sun Desheng, Deputy Commander Xing and him together, and divided the half jar of wine into small cups for each of them.

When Zhang Dabiao saw that it was only such a small amount, he immediately started making sarcastic remarks, saying things like it was stingy, that this small cup wasn't even enough to rinse one's mouth, and that each person should at least have a bowl.

Anyway, Li Yunlong often said these things, and everyone learned them from him.

However, once the wine was poured, everyone immediately understood why Li Yunlong was so stingy; the aroma of this wine was something they, these roughnecks, had never smelled before.

Even after receiving the wine, everyone was reluctant to drink it all at once, instead savoring it slowly like cultured people.

Finally, everyone licked the glasses clean, not missing any trace of the alcohol.

Only then did Zhang Dabiao and the others understand Li Yunlong's intentions, and they all praised their old regimental commander.

To put it bluntly, if it weren't for Li Yunlong, people like Zhang Dabiao would probably never have had the chance to drink such fine wine.

The main reason is that this kind of wine is extremely rare and expensive, and it is something that can only be encountered by chance.

It is said that, according to rumors, after Zhang Dabiao and his gang drank the fine wine, they couldn't drink any other brand of wine for a week. They found everything tasteless, which led to another round of groans.

Sometimes people are like that. If they haven't tasted good liquor, sweet potato liquor is actually quite good, and they can be very satisfied with drinking Fenjiu occasionally.

However, what Li Yunlong brought back was top-quality wine, which was in a completely different league from other types of wine. Now, whenever they drink wine, they think of that unforgettable glass of old wine from that day.

After a while, Ding Wei urged him on in an anxious tone:

"Old Li, pour me a glass quickly. I want to savor the taste of this fine wine. If I can drink wine of this caliber in my lifetime, then my life will have been worthwhile."

At this moment, Kong Jie even threw his beloved eye bags onto the table, his eyes fixed intently on the wine jar.

This was the effect Li Yunlong wanted, so he stood up and filled all four bowls on the table with wine, instantly filling the entire room with the aroma of wine.

Actually, this kind of fine wine should be drunk in a special wine glass, not in the most common large teacup, and it must be savored slowly to appreciate its myriad flavors.

But Li Yunlong, Ding Wei, and Kong Jie had no such experience. In their minds, drinking was only truly satisfying when done in a large covered bowl.

As for Zhao Gang, he does have the background to drink, but he doesn't like alcohol and is indifferent to drinking.

Besides, with wars raging everywhere, all resources are being used for war and economic purposes, so people don't really think much about things they enjoy.

If Chu Yunfei saw this situation, he would definitely frown and shout: This is a complete waste of resources, the behavior of a spendthrift.

Just as the four were about to pick up their bowls and drink, there was a loud knocking at the door.

After receiving Li Yunlong's permission, Zhang Dabiao walked in with a big smile, loudly announcing as he went:

"Reporting to the political commissar, I have something important to report to you. It concerns the recent resupply of the troops."