In the depths of winter, the hot breath that came out of his mouth was quickly turned into a puff of white gas by the cold temperature in the air. Zuo Zongming held the girl's hand and transferred the warmth to her in big mouthfuls. The girl smiled sweetly!
At some point, the sound of firecrackers could be heard outside the window. It was earth-shattering and loud. A few children playing not far away seemed to be enjoying a rare peaceful life with food and school…Amidst the laughter, it was as if the turmoil of the Republic of China had been swept away!
In the east, the setting sun suddenly rose from the horizon. Golden light shone on the ponytail. It was the last day of the 1916 Lunar Calendar. Although the country was in turmoil, for the Spring Festival, even the poorest families would cut some pork, get some meat oil, and make new clothes. A year of hard work was only exchanged for a few days of peace. Perhaps in the entire world, only the people of China were like this…
Zuo Zongming had also announced this morning that he would give the patrol battalion in Ponytail three days of annual leave and give each of them five yuan as military pay!
The purchasing power of five silver coins could buy 300 catties of rice. An ordinary family's annual income was about 20 to 30 silver coins! (This income standard is purely xjbcd1, don't take it seriously)
Dock No. 1 used to be a small gunboat, but rust could still be seen on the outer layer of the steel. At this moment, it had become a slaughterhouse. The screams of pigs were endless. Large pots were boiling hot water, and the old master was even more skilled!
A few days ago, more than 1,000 people in Ponytail, old and young, had also received meat and food coupons from the Ponytail Military Council. Although it was not much, it was a token of Zuo Zongming's appreciation!
The slaughterhouse was bustling with activity, making the New Year's celebration even more lively. The old master picked up the butcher knife in his hand and aimed it straight at the throat. Then, he stabbed it heavily into the throat. The sharp knife directly opened up a huge wound. A surge of pig's red color followed by the miserable cry of the fat pig before it died…
"Battalion Commander Zuo said that we will have meat and fragrant rice to eat every new year!!!”
"Battalion Commander Zuo also said that next year, we will recruit more workers, open a bigger factory, and recruit more patrol soldiers!!”
"Now, line up and come up one by one to get the pork!!!”
Pork might not be a rare item to Zuo Zongming, but to these poor people, it was a rare enjoyment…
" Li Erniu, a fertilizer factory worker, one and a half catties of pork…"
" Sun Huifang, textile factory worker, one and a half catties of pork…"
" Tian Zhonglei, patrol battalion soldier, two and a half catties of pork…"
The ordinary villagers were all smiling. In this day and age, was there anything better than a ponytail? The young Zuo Zongming was like a great savior bestowed by the heavens. He had not lost a single one of his achievements in both civil and military affairs. In the past month, the ponytail had undergone earth-shaking changes, and everyone could see it!
The hot water that was emitting white smoke completely drove away the coldness in the cold winter. And because of Zuo Zongming's arrival, that person's heart became fiery red, extremely warm!
Wu Guangzhong stood at the side and watched everything quietly. As an old man with a ponytail, he had witnessed the changes of the times, just like how the Republic of China was in the midst of storms. Now, it was as if he had seen a golden ray of sunlight in the darkness. It was something called hope. Only by grasping it tightly could he escape from the darkness!
" Grandpa, we can eat meat this year…"
Not far away, there was a little girl with a ponytail. She was a little gluttonous and was wearing an old cotton jacket. Her little face was red and she had lived with her grandfather since she was young. As for her parents, it was unknown if they were dead or because she was brought here by her grandfather. In any case, the villagers in the ponytail area had helped them!
The old man with white hair had a hunched back and wrinkled skin. In the cold wind, it was even more eye-catching. Wu Guangzhong also approached and supported the old man.
" Uncle Li, Young Master Zuo has personally approved that you will be given three catties of meat and 200 catties of rice this year. In addition, I will make two sets of new clothes for you to wear during the New Year…"
Wu Guangzhong's eyes were filled with warmth. Mr. Sun from the south was shouting slogans. Over the years, businessmen and young people from all over the country had joined the revolution. How much money, manpower, and material resources did they have?
However, after so many years, this vast China was still the same. The flames of war raged, and casualties were constant. Who cared about the birth, aging, illness, and death of the people at the bottom…
Zuo Zongming, at such a young age, tried his best to help these disadvantaged groups, ordinary villagers, and some social groups with a low sense of existence. However, so what? The people's hearts could be used. If this continued in the long run, Wu Guangzhong did not know how much power this would generate!!!
"Good, good, good. Girl, granddaughter, you must study well in the school in the future. Battalion Commander Zuo is a good man, a great man! I, Old Man Li, have lived to this old age, but I have never seen such a good man!!”
The little girl nodded her head as if she understood something. She stared at the blurry figure not far away. It was as if the figure was slowly imprinted in her mind, and then it would never disappear…
Zuo Zongming didn't want to give a speech in front of the crowd to boost his morale. At this moment, he just wanted them to enjoy it!
The soldiers of the patrol camp, the workers of the textile mill, the workers of the bullet production line…What Zuo Zongming could do was to let them gain the greatest practical benefits. It was just a slogan, the so-called empty national righteousness…Zuo Zongming thought that if he shouted a few slogans, he would have tens of millions of followers. If he was a big shot like Mr. Sun, he would probably have loyal followers. But now, who knew Zuo Zongming? He was not even a small warlord. At the very most, they only had a newly established patrol camp with 300 people…
At this moment, a cold mechanical voice sounded in his mind, making Zuo Zongming laugh inexplicably…
" Respected host, due to the rapid expansion of the people's hearts, the Rise of Civilization System hereby awards a Level 1 Barracks Design Blueprint…"
Zuo Zongming laughed like a fool when he saw the blueprint of a level 1 military camp. The military camps that had been created by the rise of civilization not only had clone soldiers who were absolutely loyal, but they also had technical soldiers, such as professional gun manufacturing soldiers, cannon manufacturing soldiers, and even some research scholars…
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