A fast-paced transmigration story set in a historical fiction era: The fox spirit is enjoying happin

Chapter 301 An 80s-born, laid-off military wife x A demobilized cook (21 chapters)

After delivering the goods, He Jiaping returned and supervised his subordinates as they cooked the last pot of soup before leaving.

"Yan Dahua, have you prepared the soup you're in charge of? If not, then don't bother. Chief Liu said we're not ordering meals today."

His voice was as rough as old tree bark; you could tell who it was just by hearing it.

"Platoon Leader Huang, it's ready. Today it's soybean and pork rib soup again."

Anyone with a modicum of common sense knows why Huang Guoqiang timed his visit so precisely.

"Oh, so fast today," Huang Guoqiang's lips curled up slightly, "Where's your class monitor? I haven't seen him."

This is asking if anyone wants to share it with him.

Yan Dahua, being quick-witted, understood: "Our Squad Leader He just left; it seems something urgent happened."

"Urgent? Urgent is good!" Huang Guoqiang's eyes were fixed on the thick soup in front of him. "You're leaving? Then I'll make the decision today, everyone share this pot of soup."

The cooking company was divided into two platoons and seven squads, with the platoon leader and deputy platoon leader each in charge of one platoon. Huang Guoqiang was the deputy platoon leader.

Everyone knew he was narrow-minded; whenever the platoon leader wasn't around, they would call him the platoon leader and never mention the title of deputy.

With the bone broth on hand, Huang Guoqiang had no time to worry about where He Jiaping had gone.

"How much did those scraps of meat cost today?"

Yao Xiaobao stopped the pork deliveryman, Yong, saying, "That guy always runs away so fast. He's so annoying; he doesn't even want to make money."

Pork Yong grinned: "Brother Xiao Bao, hehe... there's not much scrap meat today."

"You're lying. Your contracted pig farm slaughters at least 20 pigs a day."

Yao Xiaobao has hated pig farms since he was a child. Not only is the stench unbearable, but the grunting and squealing of the pigs when they are in heat is even more annoying.

Two years ago, the pig farm was poorly managed, and he thought it was finally going to go bankrupt. Then, Yong's father took out two thousand yuan to lease the pig farm.

“Brother Xiaobao is not lying to you. A new electronics factory opened up on Southeast Road and ordered eight pigs. The boss was very generous and paid in cash without asking for a discount. My dad was so happy that he gave all the scraps of meat he had today to the boss.”

"The new factory on Southeast Road?" Yao Xiaobao frowned. "If there's no minced meat, can't I buy some neck meat or tenderloin?"

Tonight they'll try setting up a stall, pushing a cart to the movie theater area; they can't do without meat.

"I'll only know if there's any left after I deliver meat to a few more factories."

"Okay, hurry up, I'll wait for you at the distillery."

Just as he was about to leave, Yonggang, the pork vendor, remembered something and said, "I heard from that boss that they're going to open several more factories in that area, some big and some small. If you're opening a shop, you should choose that area."

"Okay, I know, go ahead," Yao Xiaobao said, letting it go without taking it to heart.

While the two were discussing, He Jiaping listened quietly behind them.

He Jiaping came to give Yao Xiaobao the menu recipe.

Yao Xiaobao turned around and dusted off the flour dust on his clothes. He looked up and saw him: "Brother? When did you get here?"

"These are the ingredients for the soup base of your wonton hot pot tonight."

Yao Xiaobao grinned: "With me in charge, this soup base is bound to be good. And why is there this herb in it?"

"A stone that can be broken? Where can I buy one?"

"Huang's Herbal Medicine Shop has it. Just tell them the name and they'll know. Use it to make a soup with pork bones to enhance the flavor of the meat."

"Okay," Yao Xiaobao nodded and put the form into the inner pocket of his clothes.

"Also, next time Jiaojiao asks us if we need money, you have to say we don't." He Jiaping's expression was serious; he wasn't joking.

"Why?" Yao Xiaobao was a little confused: "If your sister-in-law is willing to spend money on you, doesn't that mean she considers you family?"

"Is there such a saying?" He Jiaping's previous understanding was challenged for the second time today.

"Of course, my dad clearly has a lot of money hidden away, but he still shamelessly asks my mom for a few cents of pocket money every day. He even makes my mom pay for an orange, and then they share it in a sickeningly sweet way."

He Jiaping had visited his home many times and was deeply impressed by Yao Xiaobao's father's demands for money.

She can still act cute like an eight-year-old.

Is this a sign of a good relationship between husband and wife?

"Wei Jiao, this...this..." Zou Miaoyin's lips trembled with anxiety: "Xing Ni has fallen down the stairs! Go check on her!"

Li Jiaojiao quickly went to the stairs and saw that Pang Xingni's face was bleeding on one side.

Others were still asking her how she had fallen so badly.

"Anle..." Li Jiaojiao saw her standing blankly behind her: "Wei Anle!"

She was probably startled: "W-what's wrong?"

"Go and inform the instructor, find whoever is there, and then go and call Regiment Commander Pan."

"Those who run the fastest, quickly go find the army medic!"

There were bandages and iodine in the vocal training room, which Li Jiaojiao had carefully kept. After getting these things, she rushed downstairs to stop Pang Xingni's bleeding.

If you turn her face over to the other side, you can see a deep hole in her forehead where she could see the white flesh.

Besides the hole, she also had deep abrasions on her face and arms.

"Pang Xingni, Pang Xingni, wake up..."

She unwrapped the bandage and iodine, applied it to the bloody hole, and pressed it firmly. The blood quickly seeped into the bandage. Li Jiaojiao then unwrapped another packet with one hand and placed it on top.

Pang Xingni lost consciousness immediately, which was more serious than she had thought.

"Okay, let's check if this person has a fractured skull."

"Scanned – breathing normal, heartbeat normal, no skull fracture, no intracranial damage, the injured person is anemic and unconscious due to massive bleeding."

Everything is fine as long as it's not brain damage.

The footsteps upstairs were chaotic and hurried; it was Wei Anle who had summoned the instructor and the regimental commander.

"My God... so much blood!" Pan Ci's face turned pale instantly.

He held tightly to the stair railing for support as he walked down the stairs.

Upon closer inspection, Pan Ci noticed that Xie Weijiao was holding a large wad of bright red fabric, and he instantly felt even more breathless.

The person next to her explained, "We didn't know either. We were all practicing our voices in the classroom. It was Miaoyin who discovered it."

Zou Miaoyin was very nervous and kept swallowing her saliva: "I came out to use the restroom...cough cough...cough cough"

She was so nervous that she choked on her own words.

"Anle, come here, gently pat her shoulder and call her name loudly until she wakes up."

A quick glance around revealed that everyone's expression was blank.

It seems we should suggest that the medical department send someone to provide training.

Wei Anle forced himself to stay awake: "Pang Xingni, wake up..."

After about ten minutes had passed since the blood stopped dripping from the cloth pressed against the wound, Pang Xingni still hadn't woken up.

"She probably needs to be taken to the emergency room." Li Jiaojiao looked up and saw Pan Ci: "Commander! Commander!"

"Hey..." Pan Ci snapped out of his daze.

"Quickly find a military medic and tell them they need emergency care; it's not just a simple fall and unconsciousness."

She knew both of the two fastest performing arts soldiers, but she hadn't been able to get them to come over yet. She wondered if it was because their ranks were too low to be easily persuaded.

"Okay, okay... I'll go now."

Not only would staying here be of no help, but it would also spur them on. Pan Ci and another instructor walked briskly, the more they wanted to walk, the faster they could go.