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"political commissar?"

Li Yunlong raised his voice again.

"Big sister, you've become a political commissar?"

"What, it's not allowed?"

Li Yunlong opened his mouth for a long time before finally managing to utter a sentence.

"Does the brigade commander know?"

Wang Xiuying was both annoyed and amused by his question.

"Li Yunlong, isn't that obvious?"

"Could I have come without Lao Chen's permission?"

"You think I snuck out?"

Li Yunlong finally came to his senses. He scratched the back of his head, and the cigarette in his mouth trembled for a long time before he could light it.

His mind raced for a while before he could roughly process what was happening.

The brigade commander's wife has come to be the political commissar of the new Second Regiment.

This is a novel idea anywhere.

This was so novel to Li Yunlong that it left him speechless.

Zhou Tianyang stood at the entrance of the regimental department, watching this scene, unable to suppress the corners of his mouth.

He walked over and patted Li Yunlong on the shoulder.

"Old Li, don't just stand at the gate, come inside and talk."

Wang Xiuying also waved her hand.

"That's right, don't stand here blocking the way."

Li Yunlong then followed Zhou Tianyang into the regimental headquarters courtyard, where his guards were seated on stone benches at the entrance.

Li Yunlong plopped down in the chair.

He finally lit the cigarette, took a deep drag, and smoke billowed from his nostrils.

He looked at Zhou Tianyang, then at Wang Xiuying who had followed him in, and asked:

"Zhou Xiaogui, tell me the truth, what exactly happened?"

"How did my eldest sister become the political commissar of your new second regiment?"

Zhou Tianyang sat down opposite him, picked up his teacup, took a sip of water, and said unhurriedly:

"The Second New Regiment has never had a political commissar, and political work has lagged behind."

"I wrote a letter to the brigade commander, requesting that the brigade headquarters send an experienced comrade to guide the work."

"The brigade commander read the letter and sent my eldest sister over."

"After we arrived, I felt that my eldest sister was the perfect person for this job, so I discussed it with her and asked her to officially serve as the political commissar of the new Second Regiment."

Li Yunlong's lips twitched after hearing this.

He remained silent for a while, as if processing the information, before slowly speaking.

"Zhou Xiaogui, you're really something."

"They've all set their sights on the brigade commander's wife."

Zhou Tianyang smiled but didn't reply.

Wang Xiuying chimed in from the side.

"Li Yunlong, what do you mean by 'having designs'?"

"I was assigned to this position by the organization, so I have to do my job well now that I'm here."

"What, you think I'm not suitable to be the political commissar?"

Li Yunlong quickly waved his hand.

"No, no, no, you've misunderstood, big sister."

That's not what I meant.

"I mean..."

He paused, as if searching for the right word.

"I mean, that Zhou kid is too cunning."

"Inviting you to be the political commissar, the new Second Regiment is truly a man of both literary and military talent; he can fight and manage."

"My new regiment doesn't even have a decent political instructor yet, but he just hired a political commissar."

Wang Xiuying was amused by his words.

"Li Yunlong, stop being so sarcastic."

"If you need it, you can also apply to the brigade headquarters."

"However, your new regiment might not be so easy to manage; most people couldn't control your troops."

Li Yunlong chuckled and didn't deny it.

He leaned back in his chair and exhaled a puff of smoke.

His gaze swept back and forth between Zhou Tianyang and Wang Xiuying twice, then he suddenly changed the subject.

"Zhou Xiaogui, I didn't come here today to listen to your bragging."

"I'm here to freeload a meal."

"I've been craving that braised pork you made last time for days, so I came here on an empty stomach today."

Zhou Tianyang burst into laughter.

"Old Li, if you're just here to freeload, just say so. Why go through all this trouble?"

He turned and called out towards the outside of the courtyard.

"Correspondent!"

"arrive!"

A soldier ran in from outside the courtyard.

"Go to the mess hall and tell Old Ma to add two dishes tonight; I'll treat Commander Li."

"Open those cans of beef, fry some eggs, and make a dish of peanuts."

"yes!"

The correspondent turned and ran.

Li Yunlong leaned back in his chair with satisfaction and took another drag of his cigarette.

"That's more like it."

Wang Xiuying shook her head beside her, her tone carrying a hint of helpless laughter.

"Li Yunlong, you traveled over forty miles just to freeload a meal?"

"Of course."

Li Yunlong spoke with righteous indignation.

"The food here can't compare to that of the new Second Regiment. It's not unreasonable to occasionally treat ourselves a little better, is it?"

Just as Wang Xiuying was about to say something more, Zhou Tianyang suddenly stood up and waved to her.

"Sister, please have a seat. I'll go back to my room to get something."

After saying that, he turned and went into the inner room. When he came out, he was carrying two bottles.

The bottle opening was plugged with a cloth and covered with a layer of yellow mud; it was clearly homemade sweet potato liquor.

Li Yunlong's eyes lit up immediately.

"Zhou Xiaogui, you're still hiding this treasure?"

Zhou Tianyang placed the two bottles on the table and patted off the mud on them.

"I traded it for from a fellow villager, and I haven't been able to bring myself to drink it."

"Your arrival today comes just in time for the opening."

Li Yunlong grabbed a bottle.

He weighed it in his hand, then brought it close to his nose to smell it, and couldn't stop smiling.

"This is good stuff!"

"Authentic sweet potato liquor, you can tell it's not diluted with water just by smelling it."

"Zhou Xiaogui, you're really hospitable!"

Zhou Tianyang then looked at Wang Xiuying.

"Big sister, would you like to have a drink with me tonight?"

Wang Xiuying hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"Okay, but I can't hold my liquor, I can't drink much."

"It's okay, drink as much as you can."

Zhou Tianyang put the bottle down.

The sky gradually darkened.

The mess hall quickly delivered the food.

Old Ma's cooking skills are as good as ever.

Several bowls and chopsticks were placed on the table, and the mud seal on the sweet potato cake had been broken.

A strong aroma of wine wafted through the courtyard.

Li Yunlong couldn't wait any longer.

He picked up the bowl, took a sip, squinted his eyes, and let out a long sigh of relief.

"That feels so good!"

"This wine is even more authentic than the one we had at the brigade commander's place."

He picked up another large piece of braised pork and stuffed it into his mouth, his face full of satisfaction.

Zhou Tianyang poured him another bowl.

He poured himself a bowl and then looked at Wang Xiuying.

"Sister, please pour a little less for you."

Wang Xiuying pushed the bowl over.

"Half a bowl is enough, I can't handle more than that."

Just as the three were about to start eating, they suddenly heard footsteps outside the courtyard.

The footsteps were different from Li Yunlong's long strides and Zhao Wenlong's hurried steps.

It was calm and composed, with an indescribable ease, as casual as walking in one's own backyard.

Zhou Tianyang paused slightly, realizing that the footsteps sounded somewhat familiar.

Li Yunlong hadn't even reacted yet, and was putting a piece of meat into his mouth.

Wang Xiuying was the first to raise her head.

His gaze fell on the courtyard gate, a hint of surprise on his face.