My girlfriend is from 1949

Because of the large number of troops stationed in Shanghai, they were centrally managed under special circumstances, and the cooking squads were brought together to form a battalion-level cooking unit.

It was already 10 p.m., and the steamed buns had all been delivered to the soldiers in the city.

The cooks were washing pots and pans and cleaning up when they were unexpectedly delivered supplies.

Upon receiving the report, the deputy battalion commander in charge immediately stepped forward to receive the supplies.

Then he called to the cooks to begin receiving the supplies.

"Squad leader, what's in here?"

"Yes, it's heavy!"

"It sounds like a glass bottle?"

"The fruit drawn on this is so beautiful!"

Several cooks carried boxes, their faces beaming with delight.

Wang Erxi walked at the front and, in the dim light, could make out the words on the cardboard box: Canned Yellow Peaches.

He attended an intensive literacy class last year.

I recognize these characters.

"It's canned yellow peaches! That's incredibly precious; only wealthy families could afford it!" she exclaimed in surprise.

Instantly, the young soldiers stared wide-eyed in surprise.

Although they had never eaten it, they had heard of canned fruit.

That was a luxury they could never even dream of in their entire lives!

During the Republic of China era, canned fruit was a scarce commodity and a high-priced consumer good that was not widely available.

A can of fruit costs about 1-5 cents, while the daily wage of an ordinary worker is only a few cents, making it unaffordable for ordinary families. It is only consumed by a small number of wealthy people or as a gift.

Although glass bottle and tin can technology had been introduced at this time, the sterilization and sealing processes were unstable, resulting in a high loss rate, which further increased the end-user price.

Actually, Wang Erxi was being too conservative.

Canned fruit was a rare commodity; even wealthy families could only afford to eat it occasionally, or give it away as an expensive gift.

Ordinary people don't even have the right to touch it.

For ordinary people at the bottom of society, the best chance they can get close to canned fruit is to catch a glimpse of it from afar in a department store.

As for taking a bite, I wouldn't even dare to be that bold in my wildest dreams.

These soldiers all came from impoverished backgrounds and had never even seen one before.

I only heard his name mentioned by someone during a casual chat.

This is the first time I've ever handled canned fruit by hand.

A young soldier couldn't help but swallow hard as he looked at the exquisitely beautiful pictures that made his mouth water.

So tempting!

Seeing such exquisite packaging boxes makes the contents seem even more precious!

Everyone's doing well, so why would the higher-ups send over canned fruit?

Soon, everyone carried their share of the camp back, and the truck went to deliver goods to another location.

Just as everyone was wondering what to do with these canned goods.

The deputy battalion commander walked over excitedly and announced loudly, "Open all the cans, pour them into a pot, add half water, heat it up, and send it to the main force in the city!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he added loudly, "Everyone in the cooking squad will get some too—a bowl of sweet soup and two pieces of yellow peach each!"

After he finished speaking, the entire camp remained quiet.

Everyone gaped, but no one spoke.

In the quiet night, only the chirping of insects could be heard from the grass.

Because they were worried that they might have misheard.

This is a precious canned fruit, a delicacy that even wealthy people rarely get to enjoy.

Now there are so many cans, and we have to open them all.

Moreover, everyone can eat it!

Every soldier stared wide-eyed, as if they were dreaming!

Happiness came so suddenly, I couldn't even react.

Only when the deputy battalion commander repeated the order did everyone realize they hadn't misheard.

A happy smile appeared on their faces.

They hurriedly opened the can and poured it all into the pot.

As they watched the golden peaches swaying in the pot, filling the air with their aroma, they closed their eyes in blissful delight.

The sweet soup that modern people dislike was far too little for the soldiers; it was impossible for everyone to have a share.

That's why the order required adding water.

Although the flavor was diluted, it was still quite satisfying for people in the Republic of China era when eating sweets was a luxury.

The soldiers in the cookhouse simmered the food, scooping out bowls to savor each bite, their faces beaming with blissful contentment.

So sweet, so fragrant, these yellow peaches are so delicious!

Wang Erxi kept an eye on the stove, occasionally turning to remind Sanshun, "Sanshun, drink slowly, don't burn yourself!"

Unfortunately, for soldiers who rarely get to eat sweets even once a year, they simply couldn't stop.

After finishing a bowl of sweet soup, one would fill a bowl with clean water to wash away the sweetness before reluctantly putting it down.

Only after the sweet soup was cooked and filled into large barrels were it placed on a cart and sent into the city.

"Slow down, be careful, don't spill it!"

Wang Erxi pushed the cart, walking at the very front.

Although the wooden bucket filled with yellow peach sweet soup had been secured with ropes, he was still uneasy.

They were afraid that it would be such a waste to spill these precious yellow peaches and sweet soup on the ground.

Creak~ Creak~

Wang Erxi pushed the wheelbarrow forward cautiously.

I finally breathed a sigh of relief when the bumpy ride on the concrete roads leading into the city ended.

At this moment, the roadsides were lined with neat rows of sleeping soldiers heading into the city.

According to regulations, they do not disturb the public.

Even if invited by ordinary people, entry into their homes is absolutely prohibited.

Even if they were hungry, they were not allowed to buy any food on the street, so that the limited food available to the people of Shanghai could be reserved for them.

The soldiers lay on both sides of the road, sleeping and resting with their guns in their arms.

Many soldiers were lying on their sides, their arms wrapped around their bodies.

Although it was already the end of May, the cool night breeze still made me feel cold.

Meanwhile, from the buildings next door or from the residential buildings on both sides, one could see pairs of eyes secretly observing the soldiers on the street.

Everyone looked wary, as if they were guarding against a flood or a ferocious beast!

In order to incite hatred among the people against the People's Liberation Army, the Kuomintang reactionaries fabricated various versions of the story.

Once the army enters the city, they will not only implement communism, but also fabricate lies such as communal wives.

However, seeing the soldiers sleeping by the roadside, enduring the cold night wind, they did not disturb the local people.

This put everyone's minds at ease.

Wang Erxi pushed the cart into a more secluded alley.

They had just delivered food two hours ago, so they seemed quite familiar with the area.

Soon, he arrived at his company.

I carefully put down the cart and walked over to a burly man leaning against the roadside, his face covered by a hat.

He exclaimed excitedly, "Company Commander, we've come to bring everyone some good food again!"

The sound wasn't loud, but it carried through the quiet night.

Many soldiers who hadn't fallen asleep sat up straight when they heard there was good food.

On each of their simple, honest faces, a look of goodwill appeared.

"Old Wang, what delicious food did the cooks bring us this time?"

"Didn't you just eat steamed buns?"

"Such a big wooden barrel! Did the cooks beat up a landlord and get rich?"

"Hahaha~!"

The company commander asked kindly, "Old Wang, what good stuff have you brought us?"