Due to the large number of barracks being destroyed, many soldiers of the Seventh Legion had nowhere to stay, so they could only split a portion of them to station outside.

Our 315th Regiment received an order to give up the barracks and transfer the garrison. Our new garrison is located in Nanqiao, which is the location of the former Guards Legion Command.

There was originally a guard regiment stationed there, but now the Guards have no headquarters. The guard regiment has been divided into the Third Corps, and the guard regiment station was taken over by the Eighth Corps. The Eighth Corps sent a platoon to guard the place. After we arrived, they took away the people.

In addition to the 315th Regiment, there is also the 316th Regiment. It is said that the guard regiment of the Guards Army has more than 3,000 people, and the people from the two of us combined are less than 2,000. This has to be the case when the transportation company is in the process.

Two thousand people were stationed in the camp for 3,000 people, so the space was naturally very abundant. Moreover, our base was not only the base of the Guards Army Guards, but also the former Corps Command.

The Legion Command has dormitories, which are specially designed for generals and staff members, and the configuration is very luxurious - at least in my opinion. However, in non-war times, generals rarely live in dormitories, and they all go back to the general building of the only courtyard. The staff members usually go home, and only the staff members who are on duty in the headquarters live in dormitories.

The officers of our two regiments combined are not as many staff members as the Guards Corps Command. As soon as the officers of our two regiments have decided, they think that since the Corps Command is under our jurisdiction, it is better to live directly into the high-end Corps Command dormitory. As for the officer dormitory, it is better to be empty first.

As the 315th and 316th regiments suffered minimal losses in the explosion, the Seventh Corps allowed us to participate in the large search that began on December 12th the day after we moved into the new station.

I have to say that the gilded young men from the Seventh Legion were really big. After such a big deal, they just came to the group to register and moved home with us. They ran away the night they moved into the new station.

If it weren't for me to have someone in the company and wait for the orders from my superiors, I would have run away. But I didn't run out to play, but wanted to go home and pay my peace.

The first day of the search was very strict. The police and the army carrying out the mission were monitored by the Capital Security Bureau agents, and no one could leave their posts without permission. The reason why I caught the student holding a gun was because there were agents from the Capital Security Bureau in the team, and the guys had all taken out their guns. If I dared to release people under the noses of the Capital Security Bureau agents, I would definitely be invited to the Capital Security Bureau for tea.

The first day of the search arrested a lot of people. Because there were too many people arrested, the Capital Security Bureau could not let go, so it could only temporarily place some of the people in the Seventh Corps and the General Police Department. After we have finished dealing with the people at hand, we will send them over.

The capital security bureau has very efficient service. When I returned from the search mission the next day, all the prisoners in the temporary detention room had been taken away, and the evidence and the interrogation records we made were also taken away.

The next day's large-scale search was relatively loose, at least there were no agents from the Capital Security Bureau in the team. However, the Capital Security Bureau has formed a law enforcement team and patrols continuously, so we still can't be too relaxed.

On the third day, the last day, the agents of the Capital Security Bureau came again. This time they had command authority and could command us to do this and that. Fortunately, the agents in our team were lazy. He said that the rebels had almost been arrested, so there was no need to let the brothers get frozen outside, so we were disbanded early.

In return, after the team disbanded, I invited him to a meal. On the way to the restaurant, he kept telling me how to make pig trotters delicious. I endured the pain and ordered eight pork trotters, but he finished eating them in one meal and I didn't get a bite. Before leaving, he asked for eight pork trotters to pack.

The restaurant I treated was not low-end. His pork trotters were sold at a price of one yuan. Including wine and other side dishes, the meal cost 37. If I remember correctly, my mother worked overtime when she was working in a textile factory and worked late, she only earned up to eighty yuan a month. He ate this meal for half a month.

"Bah! This grandson! So shameless!"

When I returned to the army, I complained a few times to the old farmer, and then he was furious. I comforted him a few times, and in order to divert his attention, I started talking about other topics.

"Hey, it seems that I haven't bought anything at the grocery store for a long time."

Although it is also a place that sells tobacco, alcohol, sugar, tea and groceries, there are big differences between shops and groceries.

First of all, the size of the two is different. The size of the store is much larger than that of the grocery store. The storefront of the grocery store is only a few square meters long, but the store starts from 30 square meters. It also needs to have a good storefront. You cannot just hang a sign like a grocery store. You don’t even need to write the name of the store. Just write the word “grocery store”.

Secondly, the quality and price of the two are also very different. Grocery stores sell bargains, and the most expensive wine there is one yuan and two cents per pound, but the wine in the store is sold in terms of bottles. The wine that costs five yuan per bottle is considered the lowest-end. Only poor people will use this level of wine to give gifts.

As a child from a poor family, I am not unfamiliar with grocery stores. When I was in elementary school, I liked the most to eat the pastry sold in grocery stores. It was a pastry made of glutinous rice, about the same size as apricots, with red bean filling inside, and covered with powdered sugar and soybean powder on the outside, which cost two cents a day. When I first started middle school, I still had the same price.

At that time, my family was poor and could not afford snacks. Only when I got full marks in the exam would my father buy me one, which was a reward. When I was a child, I was quite sensible. Even if I won money from a casino, I would not use the money to buy snacks privately, but would take back the money I won and hand it over to my grandma.

If the stall business was good that day, my grandma would take me out and go to the grocery store to buy noodles cakes. She only bought one piece at a time and gave it to me, and she couldn't bear to eat it. At that time, I was still not sensible enough and only cared about eating it myself, and I didn't know how to let my grandma go. Now that I think about it, I really regret it.

The old farmer's family is better than mine, but it is not much better. His family is not as poor as my family, not because his parents earn a lot, but because his family does not support their children to go to school. The old farmer said that when he was twelve or thirteen years old, his family sent him to a blacksmith shop as an apprentice. He studied for two years but didn't learn anything.

Later, when he caught up with the recruitment, he heard that the treatment of the army was very good, so he signed up without telling it. Because he was strong enough, he was easily selected. When his parents found out, they beat him up, but the truth was gone, and he had already registered. At this time, he would regret it and be treated as a deserter by the army, so he had to agree.

We are similar in age. I am eighteen and he is nineteen, and we have a very common language. We often talk about childhood things, such as snacks we ate when we were young. The old farmer has eaten more snacks than me, such as candy bars, sesame bars, dried apricots, dried dates, etc. Because the family sells buns, he often eats buns.
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