Starting from 1950

Inside the meeting room, all the cadres were present, and Su Yang, as usual, came in to join in the fun.

Seeing Zhou Zheng's grim expression, everyone guessed that it was related to the news brought by Yue Jinlong.

Everyone sat up straight and looked toward the head of the table.

"Comrades! The MDs are determined to destroy us! Just now, I received news that a few days ago, enemy planes bombed the railway outside Andong, destroying a train loaded with fried noodles. Inhuman! Utterly inhuman!"

Zhou Zheng's eyes were bloodshot as he gritted his teeth and spoke to the crowd.

"A few days ago? Could it be..." Wang Cui was the first to guess.

"That's right! A total of 126 million catties of fried noodles, including more than 106,000 catties that our factory loaded onto the trucks, but in the end only tens of thousands of catties were salvaged!" Zhou Zheng slammed his fist on the table.

"Oh shit!"

"You bunch of spineless bastards! So what if you have a plane? Come down and fight!"

Everyone present burst into curses.

Su Yang took a deep breath, feeling a heavy weight pressing on his chest.

Those 48 hours of racing against time are still vivid in my mind, but now it's all been for nothing!

After letting the cadres vent their frustrations, Zhou Zheng pressed his hands down to signal everyone to be quiet.

"That batch of fried noodles didn't arrive, making food supplies to the front lines even more difficult. So, we have to fight again! Comrades, are you willing to fight one more time?" Zhou Zheng scanned the entire room and roared.

"willing!"

"So what if we have to do it again? Let's give it our all!"

The crowd paused for a few seconds, then immediately responded.

"good!"

Zhou Zheng sat back down and looked at Zhao Sanyuan. "Old Zhao, how much inventory does our factory have left? Include the raw materials that haven't been ground yet."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Sanyuan took out a small notebook from his pocket, silently calculated for a while, and then looked up and said, "Factory Director, because we were told before that our factory could resume normal production, the grain company has been delivering grain these past few days. Now... the raw grain plus the finished flour that hasn't been taken from the warehouse should be enough to produce 10 jin of flour!"

"Alright! If we lose 10 jin, we'll produce another 10 jin!" Zhou Zheng's eyes were firm.

"Then let's notify the labor union and the neighborhood committee, and have them inform the residents?" Liu Mancang asked.

Zhou Zheng hesitated for a moment, then shook his head and said, "No need. Last time it was an emergency. This time, Deputy Director Yue didn't give us a deadline, only saying as soon as possible. Besides..."

He sighed and said, "Last time, the locals secretly added wheat flour to our fried noodles. That was their own ration. They would rather go hungry themselves than let us fail to complete our mission and ensure that the soldiers on the front lines were well-fed. But we can't continue like this. If the soldiers on the front lines knew that we were using rations obtained by the people going hungry, they wouldn't eat them."

"This time, we'll do it ourselves." Zhou Zheng's gaze swept over every face in the conference room. "Four days, 100,000 jin (50,000 kg). Comrades, are you confident?"

"have!"

The synchronized roars nearly lifted the roof off the conference room.

......

With the experience gained last time and more time available, Limin Flour Factory started operating at high speed again, but in a more orderly manner.

Wu Xinxue moved back into the broadcasting studio, broadcasting every hour to encourage the workers.

In addition to frequently searching for rats, Su Yang also took the opportunity to cook more new recipe fried noodles.

Because the orders need to be broken down into smaller batches and distributed by the flour mill itself, and because the railway has been destroyed, some of the 10 jin of fried noodles produced this time need to be picked up and transported by truck as soon as possible.

The factory coordinated with other units to arrange enough vehicles, but to avoid being too conspicuous and attracting the attention of enemy reconnaissance aircraft on the road, they had to send them one by one at staggered times.

Su Yang was on the third truck that departed, which set off at six o'clock the next morning.

Of the 5000 jin of fried noodles in the back of the truck, 400 jin were fried using the new recipe he provided.

Yue Jinlong agreed to his idea of ​​experimenting with fried noodles, but asked him, the inventor, to go to Andong with him so that higher-level leaders could find someone to answer their questions.

Su Yang agreed, after all, it wasn't like going to the battlefield, and Anton was also within the border.

As for why there were only 400 jin of freshly fried noodles, it was mainly because the children in the family compound were just playing around, and these days not many families eat eggs regularly.

In the end, Su Yang only used a dozen kilograms of eggshells, along with other ingredients, to stir-fry this small amount.

However, if the new version of fried noodles can be promoted by the higher authorities in the future, then eggshells will no longer be a problem.

Restaurants, canteens, pastry shops, and food factories all have a steady supply of eggshells.

......

As soon as the truck left Shenzhou city, driver Mr. Li couldn't wait to take out his water bottle and take a big gulp.

The strong smell of alcohol instantly filled the entire driver's cab.

Su Yang was already used to people drinking while driving in this day and age.

There's no such thing as drunk driving now, so drivers like to have a couple of drinks to stay alert while driving.

Moreover, it's the dead of winter now, and there's no air conditioning in the car these days. Cold air is whistling in through the cracks in the door. If the driver doesn't drink to warm up, it's even more dangerous to drive with numb, frozen hands and feet.

"Master Li, how long will it take us on the road?" Su Yang asked.

"It'll take a while, it mainly depends on the road conditions and the condition of the vehicle," Mr. Li replied with a chuckle after a drunken hiccup. "The weather's good today, there's no snow on the road, and if the car doesn't break down, it should take a little over 10 hours, just in time to get there before dark!"

Su Yang nodded.

Shenzhou is only about 500 li away from Andong, but the road conditions in the countryside were terrible in that era, and once you left the city, it was all dirt roads.

Moreover, the truck they are currently riding in was captured on the battlefield and looks like it could break down easily.

Fortunately, truck drivers in this era all know how to repair vehicles, so there's not much to worry about.

"We've reached a danger zone, Xiao Su, get your gun ready!" Master Li suddenly reminded him.

Taking a truckload of food out is no joke.

Although large groups of bandits have almost disappeared, there are still quite a few small fry left.

When government employees travel to the field on business, guns are standard equipment.

The road they were about to travel was flanked by dense forests, making it the perfect terrain for bandits to set up an ambush.

Su Yang pulled out a brand-new Type 50 assault rifle from behind his seat and disengaged the safety.

He really wanted to tell them not to be nervous, because Xiaoyu had been flying above them the whole time.

The gyrfalcon possesses an extremely long field of vision and an extraordinary ability to capture prey at high speeds, allowing it to see prey several kilometers away.

Xiaoyu had already conveyed a message to Su Yang through "soul connection" that this road was safe.

Mr. Li floored the accelerator and only breathed a sigh of relief after driving that distance.

The road ahead was straight and flat, and he finally had a chance to chat with Su Yang. "Little Su, I heard you made over ten million yuan this year just from catching rats?"

Master Li works at the Tiexi Iron Rolling Mill, so he has naturally heard of the renowned rat extermination pioneer.

"Not that many," Su Yang said modestly, shaking his head.

"I heard your slingshot never misses, is that true? My son also loves playing with slingshots, I hope he can be as successful as you."

The two chatted casually along the way.

Both God and the truck were very kind to them, and they arrived in Andong without any major incidents.

Today, Andong is the capital of Liaodong Province.

Upon entering Andong Suyang, I immediately understood what a true frontline city was like.

Su Yang counted and found that they had passed through a total of sixteen checkpoints since entering the territory of Andong.

Each checkpoint was guarded by at least a dozen soldiers, with machine guns, bunkers, and artillery, giving Su Yang the feeling that he was already on a battlefield.