It is Kokang and Changchun

　Tirpitz, full of resentment, began to talk about the Klein force field in "Arpeggio of Blue Steel".

　"This is so annoying! I wish I had a Klein force field, so I don't have to train anymore..."

　"And the Klein force field... Even if you have it, you still have to train me! Want to be lazy? You wish!" Bismarck pulled Grape's ahoge and warned her.

　The Minsk incident also stimulated the Soviet Union's demand for battleships, resulting in more funding for the restoration of the Gangut and Sovetsk battleships and accelerated construction progress.

　Some people in the government suggested that the idle Kuznetsov be decommissioned, sold and dismantled, and the money raised be used to supplement the national treasury and strengthen national defense, especially the construction of the ship girl force.

　As soon as this statement was made, he was severely criticized by people inside and outside the party, including KanColle. If the Kuznetsov was retired, the Soviet Union would really have no aircraft carriers available.

　Supporters believe that leaving it there is no point. Besides, the Soviet Union has no strategic need for aircraft carriers at present, and they just take up space. China is unwilling to repair them, so it is better to dismantle them and sell them.

　The opposition argued that it was better to take a long-term view, and that something was better than nothing. In the future, when the Soviet Union developed, it would still be needed strategically, and by then, it could be completely repaired and renovated. If it were sold now, they would have to start from scratch.

　Furthermore, in the former Soviet era, because Stalin was a battle-front advocate and Khrushchev believed that missiles could solve all problems, we missed the golden age of aircraft carrier development.

　If we abandon the Kuznetsov, the representative of the aircraft carrier that has finally returned to the right track, will our descendants scold us for stepping into the same river twice?

　The fierce debate between the two factions will affect the strategic direction of the Soviet Red Navy's army building in the next decade.

　Chapter 233 Changchun Dairy

　[Preliminary Summary: This chapter is a sequel to the end of Chapter 211, where Captain Kong asks Changchun about something. Therefore, the timeline is more than two months earlier than the previous chapter. At that time, Changchun had not yet returned to his hometown to fight.]

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　In the end, Changchun made up an excuse and explained to the captain that she added imported milk to the steamed buns, which was of better quality than domestic brands such as Yili and Mengniu, so the taste was different.

　Captain Kong had read negative news about Yili and Mengniu dairy products, so he believed Changchun's statement. He also lamented that it would be great if China's dairy industry could be on par with Europe and the United States.

　From a certain perspective, Changchun did not lie. Changchun came from the Soviet Union, so the milk produced in Changchun is of course imported milk after rounding off.

　After leaving the port area after the training camp, Changchun went to the supermarket and bought a one-liter box of imported milk with a plastic lid.

　After returning home, I drank it all in one gulp, cleaned the inside and used it to collect the milk produced during self-generation.

　"This way, it's completely safe. No one will suspect me when I use it to hold milk anymore."

　Changchun took the washed milk carton, ran into his room and jumped up. The sailor suit on his body disappeared in a flash of blue light, leaving only a naked furry boat rolling on the bed.

　Since Captain Kong would go to the park every afternoon to watch others play chess, and would watch for several hours, this gave Changchun a long period of time that was completely his own.

　"Hey, I can't relax yet. I still have study plans to complete... I have to hurry up."

　Changchun got up from the bed, walked to the desk, and began to read carefully the "Critique of Political Economy" which he had not finished reading before.

　But she was still naked.

　...The girl is learning the truth...

　"Well, today's study plan is completed, and I'm ready to have fun!" An hour later, after carefully reading the original work of his mentor Marx and confirming that he understood it all, Changchun was ready to start generating his own electricity.

　Changchun turned on the computer, disconnected from the Internet, and opened a hard drive, which was filled with a large number of anime and comics, ready to add fuel to the fire to warm himself up.

　Not long after, a hoarse sound began to be heard in Changchun's room, from low to high, from high to low, back and forth, over and over again.

　The orioles' songs are so sweet under the flowers, and the spring water flowing under the ice is so difficult.

　The silver vase was broken, water slurry burst out, and the cavalry stood out with swords and guns.

　……

　Changchun, who was generating her own energy in the room and had just reached the peak of her passion, had a flushed face and the aftereffects of the orgasm made her unable to help but moan softly.

　At this moment, she was using the mouth of the milk carton to cover the pink jade on her chest, and her hands were gently and rhythmically squeezing the big white ball supporting the pink jade.

　Thin streams of pure white and holy spring water spurted into the milk carton, and strong streams sprinkled on the bottom of the milk carton, making the unique sound of liquid pouring into the cup box.

　After Changchun finished loading the left side, he switched to the right side. When the milk on both sides was ejected, Changchun picked up the lid of the milk carton, slowly closed it and tightened it.

　If you press the box wall carefully and lightly, you can feel the fresh milk with body temperature radiating residual warmth through the paper wall.

　"Really? If I came from Jinan, I could almost fill the bottle. I can only drink half of it..." Changchun shook the half-filled box of milk and pouted.

　Changchun always felt a little jealous when thinking about Jinan. "She's a Chinese ship, a Chinese body, and a Chinese face, but why are her breasts and milk production bigger than mine? Is it because she's called the City of Springs that she produces more milk and vaginal fluid than me?"

　Changchun shook his soft and smooth hair that was white with a light flax color and stopped thinking about it.

　After she cleaned up the battlefield and herself, she took the milk carton out of the room, went to the dining room and put the carton in the refrigerator.

　A few minutes later, Changchun had an idea. He took out the still warm milk and said, "Ingredients should be used efficiently. I think these originally belonged to my body, so they should be used even more efficiently~ Hehehe."

　As he spoke, Changchun searched online for the production methods and raw materials of various dairy products, such as yogurt, mozzarella cheese, sour cream, condensed milk, etc., and then went to the supermarket to buy the ingredients.

　"But, for making so many, 400 ml doesn't seem to be enough..." Changchun calculated the amount for each dish and scratched his head.

　Looking for Anshan? Anshan is the older sister, a serious one. Although Changchun took advantage of Anshan's sexual ignorance at the beginning, she had sex with Anshan.

　But after that, Anshan gradually understood the truth of the matter, gave Changchun a good scolding, and warned Changchun that if it happened again, he would report it directly to the higher authorities.

　As for Fushun and Taiyuan, the breast volume of Fushun and Taiyuan doesn't look good, and it is estimated that not much will come out. Besides, Taiyuan is so innocent, and Changchun doesn't want his beloved sister to do such a thing.

　"Well, I can only borrow some from comrades in Jinan~" Changchun stuck out his tongue, looking very playful.

　Changchun went down a few stairs and came to Jinan to express his request to her.

　"If you want milk..." Jinan hesitated for a moment and said, "Of course, I can. Please wait a moment."

　Jinan was about to walk back when Changchun hugged him. Changchun blew a breath on Jinan's ear, causing Jinan to feel a surge of pleasure from his ear throughout his body.

　"Comrade Jinan, there's no need to trouble you with this kind of thing. Just leave it to your seniors~" Changchun's charming whisper echoed in Jinan's ears.

　"This..." Jinan remembered what happened before. Changchun was right. Changchun's technology was really good. Although it was fun to do it by himself, no matter how he did it, he always felt that it was still a little bit worse than Changchun's.

　Thinking of this, Jinan couldn't help but blush even more.

　"Jinan, who's here?" Captain Liu Zigeng, who was watching TV in the living room armchair, asked loudly.

　Before Jinan could respond, Changchun stepped through the door, walked to the junction of the entrance and the living room, and poked his head in to greet him. "Captain, it's me, it's Changchun~"

　“Hey, it’s Changchun.

　Come in and have a seat." Liu Zigeng was delighted to see his other ship, the enthusiastic Taoist of the older generation fully demonstrated.

　Thinking that there were the captain and others at home, it was indeed inconvenient to generate electricity by himself, so Jinan planned to go to Changchun's home to do things.

　So Jinan made an excuse and said, "No need, Comrade Changchun is here to ask me out for fun."

　"Oh, go early and come back early, don't play too late." Captain Liu Zigeng was not aware of the ambiguity between Jinan and Changchun at all, so he let his two little ones go out to play.

　Just like that, Jinan came to Changchun's room. Changchun looked at Jinan, tilted his head slightly, and a lustful smile gradually appeared at the corner of his mouth.

　"Comrades from Jinan, come~ Let us dedicate our hard work to the revolutionary cuisine♀~"

　(The girls are having an in-depth conversation with each other)...

　Afterwards, Jinan, who had a great time playing with Changchun, lay on the bed, breathing lightly.

　Changchun collected all the milk from Jinan. "Thank you, comrades from Jinan, for your contribution♀～"

　"Comrade Changchun, what are you going to do with this milk..." Jinan, who was lying on the bed, raised his body slightly and looked at Changchun.

　"Of course, it's to make delicious food. What else can I do?" Changchun answered with a giggle.

　As they spoke, Changchun and Jinan put on their clothes and went to the kitchen to separate their own milk from Jinan's milk. They used their own milk to make condensed milk and cheese, and Jinan's milk to make yogurt and sour cream.

　The various ingredients were skillfully combined under Changchun's superb cooking skills. Jinan also wanted to help, but since Jinan excels in Shandong cuisine and is weak in Western pastries, it could only watch and learn from the sidelines.

　After a long time, Changchun finally completed all the dairy products.

　Changchun admired the mozzarella cheese he made, feeling a great sense of accomplishment, and sniffed the fragrant milky aroma of the cheese with his small nose.

　"Ah, how delicious! I'm almost addicted to it~"

　Then she cut off a small piece with a knife and put it in her mouth to taste. As soon as the cheese went in, the melt-in-your-mouth texture and rich milky aroma made Changchun unable to stop.

　"I have eaten so much cheese, but none of it is as delicious as today's!" Changchun ate so much that his eyes were starry and he couldn't help but compose a poem to express his deep emotion.

　"This milk is only for shipgirls. How often do human women produce it?"

　At this time, there was a sound of a key unlocking the door of Changchun's house, and then an old man walked into Changchun's house.

　As soon as Captain Kong entered the house, he saw Changchun and Jinan, as well as various dishes and ingredients on the dining table and in the kitchen.

　"Changchun? And Jinan, what are you doing?"

　"Captain!" Changchun called out excitedly, "Come and try Changchun's... Changchun-made cheese! It's so fragrant and sweet!"

　Changchun was overjoyed and smiled happily. He looked at the captain with expectant eyes, took a small piece of cheese full of his love, and put it to Captain Kong's mouth.

　"Captain, this taste will surely leave you with an unforgettable aftertaste."

　Chapter 234 Changchun Dairy (2) & Air Defense Lessons

　"What's wrong? Why are you so happy? Did you make this cheese?" Captain Kong saw Changchun laughing like that and thought she had won the lottery.

　Changchun said with a smile: "Of course, if you do it yourself, you will have enough food and clothing. Well, let's eat first~"

　"No, no, milk is fine, but I can't get used to cheese..." As a Chinese, Captain Kong is generally not used to cheese.

　"It's just a little bit. I give it to you with good intentions." Changchun pleaded.

　"Okay, okay..." Captain Kong still loved his exile. He opened his mouth and ate the cheese given by Changchun.

　Changchun watched Captain Kong eat the cheese, and her caring eyes unconsciously revealed... a hint of maternal love?

　Although Changchun concealed it well, Captain Kong, a seasoned soldier, still noticed something unusual in Changchun's eyes and asked curiously, "Why are you staring at me so nervously?"

　"It's okay..." Changchun calmed down a bit and asked, "How does it feel? Is it delicious?"

　The captain, unaccustomed to the richness of cheese, frowned slightly and commented, "It's fragrant, but too rich... Maybe that's just fine for you. I can only accept pure milk at best. As for unforgettable or endless aftertaste, I don't think so."

　"By the way, why did you suddenly start making these things yourself? Can't you buy them in supermarkets?" Captain Kong discovered the blind spot.

　Changchun had anticipated the captain's question. She extended her hand and began to skillfully explain the situation:

　"Captain, you can't say that. Chairman Mao taught us to work hard and have enough food and clothing. Although we live a prosperous life now, we still cannot forget the hard times we once had.

　So, what I'm doing today is to remember the hard times and think about the sweetness. After all, labor is the most glorious thing! And it's cheaper to make it yourself, while buying it at the supermarket costs more. Although it's tiring, I enjoy it.

　This kind of labor that is beneficial to physical and mental health, and to the development of oneself and society, is assimilated rather than alienated. Isn't this the highest realm of labor that Marx talked about?

　Captain Kong listened to Changchun's words and thought there was nothing wrong with it. He gave Changchun a thumbs up and praised him:

　"Changchun, you're right. Many young people these days can't handle hardship, find it too much trouble to cook, and some don't even know how to cook, ordering takeout all day.

　I am glad that you are a kitchen expert and you are determined to cook by yourself instead of following the crowd.

　You did a great job on this and deserve praise.”

　Changchun, who was praised by Captain Kong, replied, "No, no. To be proud of hard work and ashamed of laziness is the basic quality of every Communist Party member. I did what I should do. There is nothing to praise."

　For every Party member, the socialist concept of honor and disgrace and core values ​​must be engraved in their hearts like a steel stamp of thought, and they must be consistent in their words and deeds."

　"Hey, your mouth is just like Old Qu (Qu Weiping). Not only did Anshan learn that political commissar's tongue from Old Qu, but how come you learned it too?"

　Captain Kong complained about Changchun's poor mouth, then changed the subject. "It's good that you remember the past and think of the present, but it's not suitable for you to make cheese and yogurt.

　Think about it, the revolutionary martyrs back then, in the hills of Jiangxi, on the snow-capped mountains and grasslands, on the Loess Plateau, and on the Korean Peninsula, were thankful to have coarse grains to avoid being too hungry. They couldn’t even think about eating rice and white flour, let alone cheese, yogurt, and condensed milk.

　If you insist that there are some, they are probably only found in the supplies that the United States provided to the Kuomintang reactionaries during the War of Liberation, and in the supplies seized from the United Nations by the volunteer soldiers.

　So your intention in remembering the bitter past and thinking of the sweet past is good, but the way to remember the bitter past should be to make something like millet porridge, steamed cornbread, or fried flour, rather than something like cheese, yogurt, or condensed milk.

　"Changchun understands what the captain said." Changchun still had a bright smile on his face. "But Changchun is developing a new breakfast for the captain. Does the captain still want to eat whole grains?

　In the past, we ate coarse grains because we didn't have the conditions, not because we ate coarse grains willingly. If we had better conditions, who would want our soldiers to eat frozen potatoes to fight the US imperialists?

　Those who think that revolution must be carried out under difficult conditions and that there will be no revolution unless the conditions are difficult, especially those who use this as an excuse for not improving people's living standards, are either stupid or evil.

　Changchun doesn't want to be a bad guy who is either stupid or evil. Changchun wants to be a good person who improves the living standards of the people. So what Changchun is doing today is to improve the quality of the captain's breakfast. Isn't that good?

　Recalling the bitterness and thinking of the sweetness means experiencing the specific labor process, expending abstract labor energy, and feeling the hardship of labor. It does not necessarily mean making coarse grain steamed buns or something like that.

　In the process of developing a new breakfast, I can experience the feeling of labor, recall the days when we had to do everything ourselves, and realize that today's happy life is hard-earned. Is that okay? "

　Captain Kong felt that he had misunderstood Changchun and apologized to her. "I'm sorry, Captain, I misunderstood you. Thank you for what you did for me..."

　Jinan, who was standing nearby, glanced at the scene of Changchun and Captain Kong having a pleasant conversation. A drop of sweat unconsciously ran down his head, and he was trying hard to hold back his laughter.

　"It's over. Senior Changchun has already fooled Captain Kong. I can already imagine what Comrade Changchun will end up like if the truth comes to light..."

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