Bright Sword: Leading the Special Operations Squadron to Fight the Japs

Chapter 331: Pork Stewed with Vermicelli

Long Wenjian's smiling face turned back into a bitter gourd, as shrunken as an old woman's.

"Can you exchange it for cash? My brothers have been eating wild vegetables these days, and there is not a single drop of fat or water in their stomachs!"

Ma Dazhi has the most say at this time.

"Yes! You asked me to make wild vegetables taste like meat. How is that possible?"

Long Wenjian spread his hands, implying that it’s up to you to do whatever you want.

At this time, the knowledgeable Meng Fanle came up and tugged at the corner of Long Wenjian's clothes.

"Don't be so damn embarrassed, this is US dollars, which is more valuable than current dollars and legal tender!"

Long Wenjian was shocked and pulled Meng Fanle aside in public.

"Quick, quick, quick, how much is that one worth?"

"It should be worth at least three or four hundred dollars!"

"Really?"

"I lied to you that you are my grandson!"

Before Wang Meng could finish his words, Long Wenjian ran to Wang Meng and took the money with both hands.

"How can I do that? However, I can't refuse your favor. I thank you on behalf of my brothers!"

If Wang Meng had not been familiar with this "two-faced" guy, he would probably have lamented that his expression-changing speed was comparable to Lao Li's.

Long Wenjian frowned and shouted at Meng Fanle:

"Why are we letting such important guests stand at the door? Hurry and bring some chairs over!"

Meng Fan rolled his eyes at Long Wenjian, as if it was not him, Long Wenjian, who was stopping Chen Boai and Wang Meng.

Two crooked chairs were moved to the middle of the yard. Chen Bo'ai and Wang Meng sat down on them without any disgust, while Long Wenjian sat on the doorstep with a smile on his face.

"Mr. Chen, you said you are a businessman. When your caravan comes to deliver goods, do you need an escort? You see, our Sichuan Army is strong and powerful now. Let us protect your caravan when the time comes. The price is negotiable."

Chen Bo'ai looked at Long Wenjian, who looked like a businessman, and felt a little amused. He just came to visit, but he didn't expect that he would also talk about business.

"Captain Long, it shouldn't be necessary for now. We have the protection of the soldiers of the independent column this time."

Long Wenjian stretched his neck and looked at the soldiers behind Wang Meng, staring at their Type 95 rifles and pistols.

Standing up, he walked towards Wang Meng and squatted beside him.

"Captain Wang, what kind of guns do your soldiers use? I've never seen them before. How powerful is their firepower?"

Wang Meng smiled and waved to the guard captain, "Show him."

The guard company commander took a Type 95 rifle, unloaded the magazine, and then stuffed it into Long Wenjian's hand.

Long Wenjian played with it carefully and was very satisfied.

"Captain Wang, are all your troops equipped with this kind of equipment? I see there's even a pistol?"

"Not all of them. Only elite troops have such equipment. Do you want it?"

Long Wenjian wanted it, but was afraid that there might be some trap, so he returned the gun reluctantly.

"Forget it, forget it. We can't afford this good thing."

A bitter smile appeared on Long Wenjian's lips, and he felt aggrieved when he thought about going to Yu Xiaoqing to ask for equipment today.

There are only a few dozen people in their Sichuan Army Corps now, with less than a gun per person, and no other heavy weapons. Yu Xiaoqing asked him to wait a little longer and sent him back.

Wang Meng looked at the sad-looking Long Wenjian and had an idea in his mind. It seemed that he was still the same person.

"Okay, that's all for today. We'll see you again someday!"

After Wang Meng finished speaking, he stood up and walked out of the yard with Chen Bo'ai, preparing to escort the supplies to a secret location for handover.

As Dragon Emblem watched Wang Meng leave, he actually felt a little chilly, as if his past and present life had been seen through by him.

"Hey, did you get frustrated again today?"

Long Wenjian ignored Meng Fan and instead held the hundred dollars in his hand with a smile and found Milong who was holding his hands up.

"Brother Milong, my dear brother, how much food and pork vermicelli can you buy with this hundred yuan? Buy them all?"

Milong glanced at Franklin sideways.

"This may not be worth much. I've never dealt with this kind of thing before. You should find someone else!"

Long Wenjian grabbed Milong's arm with one hand and shook it vigorously, like a spoiled girl.

"Brother Milong, can you please just work hard for a while, please?"

Milong pushed Long Wenjian's hand away in disgust and dodged to the side.

"Don't do this, this business is not worth doing, it's a loss!"

Long Wenjian straightened his bent body and his face turned dark.

"Milong, I now order you as the head of the Sichuan Army Corps not to leave this yard, otherwise you will be subject to military law!"

Milong's brows were furrowed into pimples, and then he pointed at Kongwen Zhang with one finger.

"Hey, how can you be so uncivilized? Even if the deal doesn't work out, there's still friendship. Why do you turn against me so suddenly?"

"guard!"

Milong raised his hands and made a gesture of surrender.

"Okay, okay! I accept! Give me the money, but I can't guarantee how much I can get in return!"

Long Wenjian's face immediately became as bright as a chrysanthemum.

"Brother Milong, can you take a smaller commission this time? My brothers are all waiting for the pork vermicelli."

"Don't mess around with this, you'll have to take a cut!"

Long Wenjian was at a loss and could only wave his hands at Milong.

"Go, go, come back soon!"

Milong picked up a piece of straw and ran out of the yard.

When these stragglers heard that there was pork vermicelli to eat, they all started to get busy.

Those who picked up firewood picked up firewood, and those who fetched water fetched water.

Long Wenjian walked towards Meng Fanle with a smile. He also knew something about the fact that Chen Boai cured Meng Fanle's lame leg.

"Brother Fanla, let your benefactor come more often in the future to give the brothers some meat!"

"How can we let him come more often? Why don't we just let him live here? You'll be fleecing us every day, but we cannon fodders will have to wait for our execution every day!"

"Bah, bah, bah, what cannon fodder, what last meal for execution! Get out of the way!"

After Long Wenjian finished speaking, he asked Doubing and Meng Fanle to go to the door to attract people and tell the common people coming and going that as long as they joined the Sichuan Army, they would have pork vermicelli to eat every day.

By using this "clever trick", Long Wenjian attracted dozens of idiots.

But the only time I ate pork stewed with vermicelli was on the day I signed up for the army. At other times, not to mention pork, even vermicelli was rarely seen.

However, Long Wenjian really had no other choice. Since his superiors did not provide him with military pay and equipment, he could only hang around in front of Yu Xiaoqing every day and try to get some leftovers from the main force.

I had bad luck today and didn't get anything. I even came back with an empty stomach.

An hour later, Milong pushed open the yard door and led in a small cart.

"Come on, come on, unload it all over here!"

Under Milong's command, five or six bags of rice, half a pork and a large basket of vermicelli were unloaded.