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"Boss, would you like to buy some cigarettes? Sakura cigarettes, the taste of my hometown!" The little boy walked to the outside of the noodle stall, stood on the street and shouted inside, looking at the steaming pot eagerly.

The noodle shop is not very big. There is a shopkeeper with two waiters busy greeting customers, and a slightly sturdy chef is busy making noodles. Because the shop is not big, there are only three tables inside the shop, but there are 6 tables under the shed outside. The big pot for cooking noodles is placed outside the shop door, and there is boiling water in the pot.

At this time, the chef was holding a piece of dough in one hand, and in the other hand he was using a special knife to cut through the dough. As the blade cut through the dough bit by bit, pieces of dough like willow leaves flew forward with the blade, and landed accurately in the pot, rolling in the boiling water.

In just a few minutes, a lot of noodles were rolled up in the pot, and the chef stopped working and put the dough and the knife on the chopping board. After waiting for a while, when the water in the pot started to boil again, he picked up the strainer, stirred it a few times in the pot, and scooped it up with all his strength, leaving the white and translucent noodles in the strainer.

The noodles were casually placed in a large bowl with two blue edges, and then the broth was added, followed by coriander, and a few slices of transparent beef slices...

"Your noodles are here..." The waiters brought bowls of prepared knife-cut noodles to the tables inside the house or under the shed outside, inviting the guests to enjoy.

Seeing that all the customers had arrived, the owner of the store shook off the white towel on his body, walked to the street, and stood in front of the little boy.

"Boss, would you like to buy some cigarettes? Sakura cigarettes, the taste from my hometown!" The young boy was a little embarrassed standing in front of the shopkeeper, but he still said this sentence again. At this time, some diners who were eating noodles also looked over here, either looking up or tilting their heads. After all, the noodles were too hot, so they might as well watch the excitement for a while.

“Sakura cigarettes? Never heard of them before? It tastes like my hometown. There are only peach blossoms in my hometown, but there are cherry blossoms in the Imperial Army’s hometown!” The shop owner looked at the young boy with amusement and said.

"Haha, Shopkeeper Bai, it's not easy to see our fellow countrymen. How about you buy a box and let us have a taste?" At this time, a diner who wanted to watch the fun and take advantage of it said.

"Chang Laosan, I'm going to fuck you! You can't even stop your mouth by eating noodles, and you still want to smoke? The money I make from selling you a bowl of noodles is not even enough for half a cigarette!" The shopkeeper turned around and cursed with a smile.

"Manager Bai, do you feel guilty for saying this? Look at your noodles. You call them white flour, but there's so much wheat bran in them. Did you not sieve them after putting them through the mill? And you mentioned the beef noodles. Your knife skills are really good. Without twenty years of experience, you couldn't cut them so thinly! Fortunately, your beef chunks are small. If they were bigger, they could be used as window paper, and they're still transparent!" said another diner.

"Song Laonian, what you said makes sense. We paid a lot of money, but the noodles are getting worse and worse! But I have to say, this old vinegar is good. It's at least chilled three times!" said another diner.

"You two, stop it. We are old customers. We should be more polite. We have to continue this business! Lao Nian, you said that this noodle is not good, and we admit it, but you can ask around. There has been no rain in Henan this year. Those black-hearted people in the black market can't get wheat. What can we do? There is only a small area in Shanxi that produces wheat, and it is not enough for the locust army... ahem, right?" "And you mentioned this beef. We had to stick to our reputation to get a small piece from the locust army for you to taste! It's only been a few years. Can we still see cows in the countryside?" The shopkeeper complained while taking out a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped the boy's frozen nose, and then said: "In this world, it's good to be alive. You are also pitiful!"

"Come on, follow me to the backyard. I'll buy all the cigarettes you have, and consider it as a way to accumulate merit for my descendants! Lai Fu, add some water to the pot and give our young guest a small bowl of noodles. It's my treat!"

After the shopkeeper finished speaking, he pulled the young boy into the store, and then went through the back door into the backyard. At this time, the noodles were a little cold, and the diners lowered their heads and started to eat.

In the backyard, in the main room, the little boy wrung his nose and flicked it on the ground, then wiped his hands on his clothes, and looked at Shopkeeper Bai eagerly and said, "Uncle Bai, the captain asked me to tell you something, saying it's 3520. Also, when I came here, my mother asked me to see that you said you made new shoes for you, when can you go back and wear them?"

Shopkeeper Bai, that is, Bai Dashan, who was newly transferred to the special operations team, was fiddling with the box brought by the young boy with great interest. He soon found a secret compartment at the bottom of the box and took out a few hard paper packages from it. Then he said to the young boy, "Shi Tou, you did a good job this time! Go out and have something to eat, and then go out of the city directly. I will arrange someone to follow you. Also, tell your mother that she doesn't have to wait for me. We are in the midst of gunfire and rain of bullets in this life, and there is no certainty. We can't delay her! Alas, because of this matter, I have switched places with my brother, and your mother is still thinking about it."

"Okay, I get it! But I think it's good for you to be my stepfather and you won't hit me! Hey, I've been craving for the noodles made by Uncle Laifu for a long time!" The boy, whose nickname is Shitou, said with a smile.

"You are such a naughty boy...By the way, are these cherry blossom cigarettes the ones produced in our village?" asked Bai Dashan.

"Yes, yes, it's produced in our village!" Liang Shitou nodded vigorously and looked outside.

"Okay, go ahead and pretend you don't know me. I've taught you this many times before. Don't ruin things!" Bai Dashan waved his hand, and Xiao Shitou ran away.

Seeing the cheerful little stone turn into a "timid" one, Bai Dashan smiled knowingly, then opened the paper bag he had just taken out, revealing the bright yellow bullets. Although the special forces had mastered some of the passages in and out of the city gates, they still enjoyed transporting ammunition to the city in this secret way.

On Bai Dashan's side, he was a good company commander, but the widow of Liangjia Village, Shitou's mother, fell in love with him and went to talk to him every now and then. If Bai Dashan's rank was high enough, the two of them would be willing and report to the organization, and they could get married. But his rank was not high enough, and Zhu Xingyu could not help him. He could only switch the two brothers and keep Bai Dashan away.

Well, now is not the time to think about it. Bai Dashan quickly picked up the box and took out the fifth box of cigarettes from the third row. After opening it, he took out the cigarette in the lower right corner and twisted it open. (End of this chapter)