In 1959, what's wrong with me pedaling a tricycle?

"My name is Zhang Jirong, you should call me uncle."

Wang Xingguo looked at the sharp-eyed, square-faced middle-aged man in front of him and asked with some confusion, "Is there something you need from me?"

Zhang Jirong shook his head and replied, "It's nothing. Li Enze wanted to send you to my unit for training before, but you refused. I've been busy with work and haven't had many opportunities to return to Beijing. This time we happened to run into each other, so I wanted to meet you and chat for a bit."

Wang Xingguo tentatively asked, "Do you know my aunt?"

Zhang Jirong replied, "I don't know her. My father passed away later than her. I was only taken in by my grandfather after the end of the Anti-Japanese War."

Perhaps understanding Wang Xingguo's concerns, he explained, "You're worried I'll end up like Li Enze, right? Don't worry, I'm different from him. Li Enze is six years younger than your aunt, and she took care of him for several years. They have a very deep bond, which is why he has such high expectations of you. I'm different. I've never even met you, and I think you're doing just fine as you are. There's no need to go through all that trouble. Whether you're on the front lines or doing logistical work, it's all for the sake of protecting our country. There's no hierarchy between us."

Hearing him say that, Wang Xingguo breathed a sigh of relief. He was really a little scared of these guys. Not only were they all high-ranking, but they also didn't like him.

He chuckled awkwardly and said, "Well, Uncle Li wanted me to join the army the second time we met. Why would I go there when I'm perfectly fine... He gave me a good scolding, and I was afraid you would do the same, so..."

Zhang Jirong nodded and said, "I won't. My own father sacrificed his life on the battlefield, and I won't require my children to join the army. Our generation fought the best war we could, and isn't the purpose of fighting to ensure that future generations won't have to sacrifice their lives on the battlefield?"

Chief of Staff Song brought over a bowl of stew, and said cheerfully, "Today, Regiment Commander Zhang provided a wild goat, so we're lucky to have benefited from it."

Zhang Jirong laughed and said, "It was also good luck. When my soldiers went to transport supplies, they ran into a small flock of wild goats. It's really not easy for us to get meat here. We still have to rely on our own efforts."

Wang Xingguo explained, "Things are better now. At least we've started growing vegetables and raising pigs here. Before, we relied entirely on transportation. A 100-pound pig would lose more than ten pounds by the time it arrived."

Chief of Staff Song winked and said, "It would be better to go hunting with Xiao Wang. I still miss the days when we went hunting. Everyone is thinking about that meal of dumplings."

Wang Xingguo pretended not to hear. The base was really tough back then, and he felt terrible seeing that. Plus, he had those things in his space, so he thought he'd give everyone some extra nourishment.

Things are much better now. Although transporting various goods has been very difficult recently, with the support of supplies from Xinjiang, the base is at least no longer short of food.

The general and his entourage arrived, and soon a group of military officers, more than a dozen people, crowded onto the table, and everyone began pouring drinks.

Just as he said, Zhang Jirong only met with Wang Xingguo once, without lecturing him or giving him any instructions.

He simply told Wang Xingguo that his grandfather was getting old and asked him to visit him more often in Beijing.

Wang Xingguo's expression was quite strange upon hearing his words...

Although the old leader is getting on in years, he is in excellent spirits and doesn't require much attention.

I've never seen him taking two three-year-olds for walks all day. He just looks like an ordinary old man taking care of kids. I really can't imagine that behind his serious demeanor, he's this kind of person.

This stewed wild goat meat is really good, it tastes delicious. After Wang Xingguo finished eating and drinking, he returned to his dormitory and fell asleep shortly after lying down.

The convoy returning to Daheyan the next day was very long. The transport group also sent fifty trucks to transfer supplies, which joined Wang Xingguo's forty trucks to form a long convoy.

When they returned to Daheyan, a train was just about to depart. Wang Xingguo and his group didn't have time to rest before boarding the train and heading back to Beijing.

This time, Wang Xingguo was lucky enough to get a soft sleeper and slept soundly amidst the noise of the train, unaware that someone else had arrived in the same soft sleeper.

The middle-aged cadre, brought in by the flight attendant, saw the sleeping Wang Xingguo and quickly asked, "Comrade, what does this comrade do for a living?"

The flight attendant's eyes narrowed, but she controlled her expression and replied calmly, "Comrade, I'm just a flight attendant, how would I know about this?"

He had actually met Wang Xingguo before, because he was an official in charge of transporting supplies from Xinjiang to Daheyan. He felt that the sleeping Wang Xingguo looked familiar, which is why he asked that question.

He realized he had said the wrong thing as soon as he asked the question, but luckily he wasn't asking the person in question. If he had asked Wang Xingguo, he might have been arrested and handed over to the relevant departments for investigation.

Wang Xingguo and his team can arrest any suspicious individuals and hand them over to the relevant departments for investigation. If they are found to be innocent, they will be released. However, if anything is found to be amiss, a thorough investigation will be conducted.

However, these train attendants were all trained, so she notified the train police and asked the official to come in for questioning.

So when Wang Xingguo woke up, Zheng Xuewen, who was in the opposite sleeper berth, was smoking with a depressed look on his face.

Wang Xingguo smiled and nodded as a greeting, but Zheng Xuewen did not respond. Wang Xingguo thought to himself that this guy was really rude.

Wang Xingguo had no idea what had happened.

After Zheng Xuewen was asked to cooperate, he was constantly questioned about various information. It was only because he went to Beijing on a business trip that he had all the necessary documents; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to get this matter out of hand so easily.

He was actually quite embarrassed, after all, as a colleague who had worked for many years, he had actually violated the "Five No's and Three Guarantees" regulations...

Wang Xingguo went to get his food and came back to eat. Seeing the comrade across from him looking at him, he looked up and asked, "Comrade, do you know me?"

After thinking for a moment, Zheng Xuewen nodded and said, "I know you. I just remembered, you're Section Chief Wang."

Wang Xingguo asked in surprise, "How do you know me?"

Zheng Xuewen, feeling embarrassed, explained to Wang Xingguo what had happened that morning, and also explained his work and that this business trip was to the Logistics Department of the Commission of Science, Technology and Industry for National Defense.

No, I was just so sleepy I wanted to take a nap, why are you making such a fuss over nothing?

Wang Xingguo suppressed a laugh, afraid of hurting the other person's self-esteem. After a while, he said, "So many things have happened. Comrade, you should be more careful in the future. Always remember the Five Don'ts and Three Guarantees, and don't violate them."

Zheng Xuewen nodded seriously. Speaking it out had relieved him a lot of his frustration. This incident also reminded him that he really needed to watch his mouth!

People gradually woke up and came to Wang Xingguo to collect their food coupons and money. These things were usually kept by Wang Xingguo, and he had to report how much was spent and how much was left.