I enlisted four times! My former unit blacklisted me.

"Coordination is..."

Seeing the two recruits' blank expressions, Wu Hanfeng explained tactfully, "It's just about sharing resources among comrades. If you need something, just come to the clothesline and pick out an unclaimed one."

Qian Kun's eyes widened immediately: "Isn't this blatant theft...?"

Wu Hanfeng interrupted, "Hey! This isn't stealing, it's called coordination. It's just that someone has temporarily taken it away to keep it for you."

"All resources are recycled; that's coordination."

Zhao Yihang's face turned pale; he had never heard of such a claim before.

"No, they've been taken away. What am I supposed to do? I can't exactly sit here anxiously watching every time I wash my pants, can I?"

Qian Kun: "Yeah, Brother Feng, isn't there any way to cure it?"

Wu Hanfeng smiled mysteriously and said, "I have a way. Quite a few ways."

Wu Hanfeng pointed to the clothes in the drying area, "See those clothes? Most of those clothes that have been hanging there all day and no one has dared to touch them have markings."

Zhao Yihang and Qian Kun went over and, sure enough, there were names written in black signal pen on the inside of the sleeves of the training uniforms and the inside of the trouser legs.

It seems the veterans were indeed resourceful; they never imagined they would face such a calamity.

"You can buy signal pens at the military service center, and you should also write your names on all the things you take off."

"Don't be careless with your hat and shoes. Write your name on the shoe tongue and inside the hat brim, in big letters."

"That way, when someone comes to mediate, they'll find that the item has already been claimed, and most people won't take it."

Wu Hanfeng, like a seasoned veteran, imparted his experience.

"Most of them?" Zhao Yihang and Qian Kun were both dumbfounded.

Wu Hanfeng raised an eyebrow and smiled, "That's right, because some shameless people will take it anyway."

"So there's a second trick: never hang your clothes in the most conspicuous place, where you can see them at a glance, and others certainly can too."

"Hang it a little off-center, or hang it with other people's clothes."

The two nodded repeatedly as they listened.

"Where are the shoes? We can't exactly hide them too, can we?"

Wu Hanfeng laughed and asked, "Would you steal a shoe?"

Qian Kun was taken aback: "Who would steal a shoe for no reason?"

Wu Hanfeng: "It's smart, so don't dry all the shoes at once, dry them one by one. Even if he takes them, he can't wear them if he only has one."

Zhao Yihang and Qian Kun's eyes lit up: "We've learned something!"

I learned how to prevent theft, but my pants had already been stolen.

Zhao Yihang sighed: "So what do we do now? My pants have already been taken away. What am I supposed to wear?"

Seeing the two of them looking like the sky had fallen, Wu Hanfeng felt like he was talking to a brick wall.

He turned and gestured around the entire clothesline: "Where are they missing? Aren't they all here?"

Zhao Yihang and Qian Kun were stunned again.

Can you do this?

Wu Hanfeng casually grabbed a pair of training pants and tossed them to Zhao Yihang: "These should fit you."

Zhao Yihang glanced at the size and confirmed that it was indeed the same as his own.

He hesitated, his expression turning hesitant: "Brother Feng, these are someone else's pants..."

"Now it's yours." Wu Hanfeng said without changing his expression, "What did I tell you? All resources should be recycled, and the law of conservation of balance should apply, understand?"

Holding the pants, Zhao Yihang felt as if his worldview had just been restructured.

Before Qian Kun could react, he saw Wu Hanfeng rummage through the pile of shoes for a while, finally finding a pair of size 40 shoes and handing them to Qian Kun.

"These shoes are yours now," Wu Hanfeng said meaningfully. "Take good care of your own things, and write your name on them when you get back."

Qian Kun took the shoes, feeling guilty. He looked them over carefully and whispered, "Brother Feng, these shoes belong to someone else, don't they?"

"Your shoes belong to someone else, but someone else's shoes are yours. This is called mutual help among comrades across time and space."

Qian Kun looked at the shoes in his hand and thought it made some sense.

Looking at Wu Hanfeng's experienced demeanor, they asked, "Brother Feng, were you also involved in any coordination efforts when you first joined the army?"

Wu Hanfeng scoffed, "Isn't that obvious? It's a required course for new recruits."

"I was seventeen when I first enlisted, just as naive as you are now."

"My mom gave me a pair of wool pants in the fall. I washed them and hung them out to dry in the clothesline, but they were gone the next morning."

"I ran around the clothes drying area several times, crying as I ran."

"I later found out that an old soldier from the Second Company next door helped me get it, and I wore it all winter."

"When he was discharged from the army the following spring, he returned the woolen pants to me; the cuffs were all worn out."

"He even told me at the time that these wool pants were nice, but the cuffs were a bit short."

Zhao Yihang and Qian Kun were both furious, sharing the same sentiment.

"This guy is shameless, wearing the same clothes all winter and still picking and choosing what's too big or too small."

Wu Hanfeng said, "Yes, later I got smarter and wrote my name on everything, even my socks and underwear."

The group walked towards the barracks.

Qian Kun suddenly stopped, and said guiltily, "Brother Feng, I still feel it's not right to just steal like this... and then try to get something from them. Should we leave a note or something?"

Wu Hanfeng looked at him like he was an idiot: "Did he leave you a note when he took your shoes?"

Qian Kun shook his head.

"That'll do."

"Don't worry, the military personnel are well-versed in coordination rules. If he can't find someone, he'll coordinate with someone else."

Wu Hanfeng said with a proud look, "This is the tacit understanding in our unit. Those who haven't served in the army for a few years can't understand its essence."

Qian Kun was still troubled: "What if he's a new recruit?"

Wu Hanfeng waved his hand dismissively: "It's nothing, you'll understand after a few more rounds of mediation."

He casually grabbed a pair of socks from the clothes rack.

Zhao Yihang and Qian Kun: "..."