jdhmnovel Chapter 125 Big Pot Dish
Chapter 125 Big Pot Dish
They also distributed quilts to the soldiers, saying as they did so: "It's cold at night, and you can keep warm with these quilts. Please don't despise our quilts because they are old."
The soldiers looked at these simple and enthusiastic women with their eyes full of emotion. They held tightly in their hands the cotton coats and quilts that carried the deep friendship of the villagers, and for a moment they didn't know what to say.
At this time, the village chief hurried over with a smile on his face.
He cleared his throat, raised his voice and greeted enthusiastically, "Fellow villagers, we've all worked together to make a big pot of hot food, it smells so good!"
"Soldiers, you have worked hard. Go to the village entrance and line up for meals. Don't go hungry!" His words were full of simple enthusiasm.
The team leader was still arranging follow-up matters, but when he heard the village chief's enthusiastic invitation and saw his sincere and earnest look, he really couldn't resist his enthusiasm.
He was slightly stunned for a moment, then burst into a hearty laugh, waved his hand, and said loudly: "Soldiers, let's go, go to the village entrance and line up for food. Don't let the villagers down!"
So, the soldiers put down their work, lined up in neat rows, and strode towards the village entrance with some expectations and warmth in their hearts.
Nan Qiao didn't have to help the logistics department cook tonight, so she lined up obediently and received a bowl of big pot dishes.
She found a corner, squatted down, and couldn't wait to eat.
She first picked up a piece of potato, which was stewed until soft and melted in the mouth, with a light salty fragrance. Then she tasted the melon, and the sweet taste spread in her mouth, neutralizing the mellowness of the potato and making the meal more refreshing.
Then he carefully picked out a piece of meat. Although it was only a few thin slices, it seemed extremely precious under such harsh conditions.
He put it in his mouth and chewed it slowly. The aroma of meat instantly spread. It was a meaty taste that he had not tasted for a long time, and it made Nan Qiao's eyes light up.
While eating, I felt the steaming soup sliding down my throat, warming my stomach and my heart.
The soldiers around were also eating with gusto. They were either standing or squatting, with satisfied expressions on their faces. From time to time, there were a few words of praise for the big pot of food.
The village chief watched the soldiers eat happily and a gratified smile appeared on his face.
They can't help, so my big pot of food is the best gift they can give to express their deep gratitude to these soldiers who are protecting us.
Wang Qi and those young soldiers who always wanted to talk to Nan Qiao were now sitting together with big bowls and pots full of dishes in front of them.
The aroma of steaming food filled the air, mixed with the faint smell of sweat from the soldiers, but it inexplicably exuded a sense of familiarity.
One of the young soldiers picked up a piece of food with chopsticks, put it into his mouth and chewed it for a few times, then his eyes lit up.
He mumbled, "Hey, you know what, this big pot of food tastes just like my mom's. It smells exactly the same, so familiar."
As he spoke, his eyes revealed a hint of nostalgia, but the corners of his mouth still had a smile brought on by the familiar taste.
When another young soldier next to him heard this, his nose suddenly felt sore and his eyes turned red instantly.
He tried hard to hold back his tears, but his voice was already choked with sobs: "I... I miss my mother. I don't know how she is doing at home, whether she is eating well, and whether she is tired..."
As he spoke, he lowered his head, pursed his lips, and his shoulders trembled slightly.
"I miss my mother and my father too." Another young soldier echoed, his eyes looking into the distance, as if he had passed through the village, through layers of mountains, and saw the familiar courtyard of his hometown and the busy figures of his parents.
"When I was at home, I always complained about my mother's cooking. Now that I can eat this big pot of food that resembles my mother's cooking, I realize how precious it is."
He sighed softly, his eyes full of attachment and longing.
Wang Qi sat aside, silent, looking into the distance with a gloomy expression, wondering what he was thinking.
For a moment, the young soldiers sitting around were silent, with only occasional sobs. Everyone was immersed in deep longing for their parents in their hometown. The hot pot of food seemed to have become an emotional bond connecting them with their hometown.
As night fell, the soldiers ended their day's march.
After eating the big pot meal and taking a short rest, the soldiers immediately started helping the villagers with farm work.
In the potato field, the soldiers bent over and skillfully rummaged through the soil with their hands. Round potatoes were dug out one after another, and soon they were piled into a small hill.
The sweet potato field next door was also bustling with activity. The soldiers carefully used hoes to dig up the soil and dug out the thick sweet potatoes intact. Looking at the mountain of sweet potatoes rising from the ground, everyone's face was filled with the joy of harvest.
Some soldiers carried wooden buckets and walked into the pigpen, carefully adding food and water to the crying piglets. They looked serious and skilled, and it was obvious that they had often worked at home before joining the army.
Nan Qiao was not idle either. She helped to carry the harvested potatoes and sweet potatoes, and then went to cut fresh grass for the cows.
By the time all the work was done, it was already dawn.
When the first rays of morning sun shone on the earth, Nan Qiao and the soldiers of the 233rd Regiment faced the rising sun and continued to march south with neat and firm steps.
At this time, an old man in the village got up early as usual, carrying his farm tools and preparing to go to the fields to work, but when he walked to the edge of the field, he was stunned.
I saw that the potato and sweet potato harvesting work, which would have taken a whole day to complete, and the pig feeding task in the pigpen, had all been completed.
The old man stood there, looking at the direction where the soldiers left, his eyes gradually moistened, and he murmured: "These good kids are really caring people for us ordinary people..."
The 233rd Regiment had been trekking for quite some time on its journey south.
The soldiers were exhausted from the journey, but they always maintained high morale, hoping to reunite with the main force as soon as possible and hand over the prisoners they had escorted along the way.
On this day, the team was marching in a relatively quiet area, getting closer and closer to the meeting point.
When they passed through a valley, suddenly, a deafening roar broke the silence, and the enemy's artillery fire came like raindrops.
In an instant, the valley was filled with smoke and flying dirt and rocks.
The commander reacted extremely quickly. He acted decisively, raising his voice and shouting, "Everyone, pay attention! Evacuate immediately! Quick! Take cover behind the hillsides on both sides!"
While shouting, he waved his arms to direct the soldiers to act.
The soldiers were also well-trained. They immediately stopped their advance and headed in the direction indicated by the regiment commander, either bending over and running quickly or supporting each other.