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Chapter 93 Luo Pojun's Visit

"Quick! Old Luo, tell me what happened!"

Zhou Zheng's eyes lit up with surprise, and he kept urging him on.

"Ahem!"

Seeing that he had his old partner under control, Luo Pojun couldn't help but put on airs: "Old Zhou, Deputy Director Yue and I have been here for so long, and you haven't even offered us tea, let alone provided us with chairs?"

Zhou Zheng was taken aback, then quickly admitted his mistake: "Yes, yes, yes! It was my fault for not being hospitable enough. Let's sit down first, and we can talk about the rest later."

After saying that, he led the two to sit down in the office's reception area.

"Let me pour the tea!"

Su Yang was also filled with doubts about Luo Pojun's previous words, so he quickly poured a cup of tea for each of them.

Seeing that his two old comrades were about to reminisce, Yue Jinlong had no choice but to temporarily put aside the important matters he needed to attend to in the next few days.

In fact, he was also very interested in what was happening on the front lines.

Luo Pojun slowly sipped his tea before speaking, ignoring Zhou Zheng's growing impatience: "You probably don't know yet, but the enemy's general... died in a car accident! Haha!"

"Who? That five-star general?" Zhou Zheng pressed.

Su Yang felt a sense of familiarity with it.

Luo Pojun shook his head, his smile fading slightly: "It's the head of the Eighth Army Group, General Bulldog."

Zhou Zheng couldn't help but feel somewhat disappointed upon hearing this.

Luo Pojun looked at him and said, "This is already God helping us. Just because the enemy commander died, we were able to fight our way to H City in one go! Now our 352nd Regiment is stationed north of H City."

"So, the capitals of both the North and South Islands are now within our occupied territory?"

Zhou Zheng's face turned bright red with excitement.

"That's right!" Luo Pojun shook his head smugly. "The enemy is currently leaderless. It's only because after three major battles that our soldiers' morale and physical strength have reached their limits; otherwise, we could have achieved even greater results with a single decisive strike. The headquarters has ordered the entire army to rest for two months, and next spring, we'll drive the enemy back into the sea in one fell swoop!"

"Good! Let's have a big toast!" Zhou Zheng shouted from outside the door, "Li Yan! Come in!"

A moment later, the door was pushed open, and Li Yan stepped in: "Factory Manager, what are your orders?"

Zhou Zheng took out 5 yuan from his pocket and handed it over, saying, "Go buy some groceries, we'll have a few drinks..."

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Li Yan hesitated and said, "Factory Director, you said there was no such thing as special treatment..."

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Before Zhou Zheng could speak, Su Yang chimed in, "Brother Li, you can go outside and buy some cooked food, like pig's head meat or braised offal."

"That's right!" Zhou Zheng gave Su Yang an approving look, and then said, "Buy the liquor from Laolongkou. I remember when we stormed into the city, Lao Luo, you drank at least a pound and a half by yourself, right?"

"Nonsense! It's clearly two pounds!"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

"Yes! I'll go buy it right away!"

Li Yan went out, and Yue Jinlong, seeing that there was a moment, laughed and said, "Why don't you bring out a few bowls of your factory's 'Defend the Country' noodles later, so that Commander Luo, the frontline commander, can try them in advance and give us his feedback!"

"Yes, yes, yes! I'll arrange it in a bit!" Zhou Zheng nodded with a smile.

What is "Defend the Country Noodles"?

Luo Pojun looked on with curiosity.

The Limin Flour Factory produced several thousand kilograms of dough in its early trials. Some samples were sent to higher authorities to try and secure equipment, and a truckload was sent to the Andong Logistics Base to solicit opinions from the leaders.

Therefore, even though "Defend the Country Noodles" has been on the market for a month or so, the soldiers on the front lines have not yet tasted it.

Now that mass production is complete, the output of the first workshop has stabilized at around 12000 units.

It sounds like more than 10,000 yuan is a lot, but each pancake weighs only 150 grams, and the daily output is only 3600 jin.

Since the new production line was established, the flour factory warehouse has only stockpiled more than 14000 kilograms.

Yue Jinlong came here to inspect the 14000-jin "Defend the Country Noodles" and then distribute them to the front lines to test their effectiveness.

If it is indeed suitable as one of the military rations, the higher-ups will contact the Big Brother to use the Limin Flour Factory as a standard to introduce more equipment and build more workshops for other food units.

"Old Luo, what's the rush? You'll know once you taste it." Zhou Zheng chose to keep it a secret.

Li Yan quickly bought the food and drinks: a plate of cold pig ears, a plate of cold pig liver, and a plate of cold spicy cabbage.

Luo Pojun glanced at it and muttered, "No peanuts?"

Su Yang laughed and said, "Old Luo, you don't know this from the front lines, but now peanuts are being used to make oil. The higher-ups are urging people to eat less peanuts."

"Well! It seems I was too naive!" Luo Pojun laughed.

Li Yan was secretly astonished when he heard Su Yang address Luo Pojun as "Old Luo".

Seeing that the food and drinks were ready, he wisely prepared to leave the office.

"Factory manager, there's still over ten thousand yuan left." He took the money left over from buying things and intended to return it to Zhou Zheng.

Zhou Zheng waved his hand and said, "Give the rest of the money to Wang Cui and exchange it for 'Defend the Country Noodles' for Deputy Director Yue and Regiment Commander Luo to try!"

"yes!"

"I'd like to see what kind of tricks you're up to..."

Luo Pojun's curiosity was completely piqued. He observed the expressions of Su Yang and Yue Jinlong, and it was clear that he was the only one present who didn't know what was going on.

Li Yan returned quickly, carrying a pot of hot water in one hand and a bamboo basket in the other, containing about ten vacuum-sealed packets of "Defend the Country Noodles" and four sets of bowls and chopsticks.

"Let me help!" Su Yang helped Li Yan remove the oil paper from the pancake.

"Huh? This is different from the one you sent to Anton last time!" Yue Jinlong picked up a packaged flatbread, examined it for a while, and laughed, "This packaging is just like the one used for Lighthouse military rations, right? It's moisture-proof and prevents spoilage, that's good!"

The last batch of experimental samples sent by Limin Flour Factory consisted entirely of loose flour cakes, and the seasonings were simply wrapped in oil paper.

Even so, the logistics leaders all praised him highly.

Now that Limin Flour Factory uses vacuum-sealed individual packaging, Yue Jinlong, a veteran of logistics, immediately recognized its superiority.

On the battlefield, soldiers often had to fight in the rain, in the snow, and in the water. In the past, fried noodles were stored in cloth bags, which were often washed away and spoiled by the water.

The logistics experts had considered vacuum packaging, but they lacked the equipment and technology.

Now that the elder brother has loosened his stance on equipment assistance, Limin Flour Factory is the first to use the new equipment.

Seeing that Yue Jinlong seemed to know a lot about this, Luo Pojun couldn't help but join in.

"Is this even better than compressed biscuits?" he couldn't help but ask.

We've seized quite a few compressed biscuits on the front lines, and many people have suggested compressing fried noodles directly into blocks to save space.

However, this idea was rejected shortly after it was proposed.

Fried noodles are not very nutritious to begin with, so compressing them into smaller pieces makes no difference.

Properly made compressed biscuits require high sugar and oil content, and also necessitate hydraulic equipment, which is practically impossible for us in our current situation.

However, relevant parties are currently in talks with the Big Brother. If an agreement can be reached and with the Big Brother's support, it is not impossible to produce compressed biscuits.

"Here you go! Have a taste!"

Several minutes had passed while Luo Pojun was still scrutinizing the bowl. Su Yang lifted the plate covering the bowl, tore open the small paper packet, sprinkled the seasoning in, and handed the bowl to him.

"That's it?" Luo Pojun was taken aback.

Zhou Zheng laughed and said, "These noodles were already steamed; we just heated them up with boiling water!"

As a fragrance he had never smelled before wafted into his nose, Luo Pojun had no time to pay attention to anything else. He took the bowl, picked up his chopsticks, and started eating!

"Hmm!"

After taking one bite, his eyes suddenly widened.

Before he could even express his opinion, he kept eating, stuffing one bite after another into his mouth.

Everyone else watched with smiles, waiting for him to finish eating, soup and all.

"Old Luo, how's it going?" Zhou Zheng asked with a smile.