National Beer

Rumbling--

Two large tankers drove into the camp. In the past two days, bottle beer sales in the city were temporarily suspended, and bulk beer was supplied to the troops.

Two trucks of loose beer, as the vanguard, Qin Dong personally escorted the truck, before he got out of the truck, he saw the middle-aged man like a door god.

"I patronized and spoke yesterday, but I still don't know how to call you?" He was wearing wool in a jeep. The job of this person is at least the battalion level in the army.

"Xiao Qin, you're only seventeen years old," the middle-aged man was very happy to see the golden beer jumping. "They all call me tank, you call me Uncle Tank."

Uncle Tank?This looks very vivid!

"Tomorrow, our exercise will be over. You have to guarantee my beer supply and eat here at noon." Uncle Tank rarely smiled and spoke very directly. Soldiers commanded two tankers to drive into the canteen.

The canteen is a standard Soviet-style building, tall and spacious, with large round tables covered with snow-white tablecloths.

Teams of soldiers entered the canteen and sat down, "beep" a whistle, and all of them bowed their heads and picked up chopsticks...

"You have good food." Qin Dong picked up the steamed buns. At noon, it was fried pork with cabbage and shredded potatoes. Everyone sat on the same table, regardless of rank and rank.

"The exercises are very hard these days. Usually we only have one dish. After the exercise, we will have a dinner together, so we have to make beer to reward everyone."

Uncle Tank was eating steamed buns, and Qin Dong knew that at this time, the naval surface fleet's food cost was 1.08 yuan a day, Lu Qinbing was 0.64 yuan, and the submarine was 1.68 yuan. The subsidy was quite high among the various services.

In addition to having a meal after the annual assessment exercise, the troops also have a meal for the New Year. In an era when material resources are very scarce, if there is a bottle of wine in the camp, it would be a big deal.

At this time, the alcohol level is very low, and drinking a little makes people more exciting. Just like athletes on the field, give them some applause and cheers, and they can perform better.

"Then you really drink beer, Uncle Tank, you know, in 1972, the 9th World Nutrition Society introduced beer as a nutritious food. Some people call beer as liquid bread. This is absolutely reasonable... …"

Qin Dong said happily, "A liter of beer is equivalent to 500 grams of potatoes, 0.75 grams of milk, 6-7 eggs, 250 grams of bread, and there are vitamins, folic acid, and inositol in beer... There are many benefits for people. Drink beer to supplement nutrition during the month..."

"Women confinement to drink beer?" Uncle Tank expressed doubts. "I have never heard of it. We have beer besides mare cumin, Daqingshan beer..."

"There are also Saibeixing, Xuelu, Jinchuan, Hailar, Xilin, Chifeng, Ningcheng, Mozhongquan, Maifanshi, Wolf outside the Great Wall..." Qin Dong came casually for beer from Inner Mongolia.

"Have you been to Inner Mongolia?" Uncle Tank has never heard of some brands, because these brands will only be available in two years, but when it comes to his hometown, Uncle Tank actually put down his chopsticks, "My hometown..."

"I have been," Qin Dong has certainly been there in his previous life. The three major beer groups fought hard to compete for the market in Inner Mongolia. "I like the steak meat there."

"And roast leg of lamb," Uncle Tank looked at the cabbage and potato shreds in front of him, and shook his head helplessly.

Speaking of local drinking and local food, the distance between the two was quickly shortened, and Uncle Tank became more and more cordial, instead of just a nickname and appellation.

"You are a Mongolian man in the navy, how does it feel to sit on a ship?" Qin Dong asked with a smile when he walked out of the canteen.

"It's okay, it's the same as riding on a horse..." Uncle Tank slapped Qin Dong on the shoulder, and Qin Dong almost didn't stop.

"By the way, do you need a wine tank here?" The wheat tank produced in the beer production process contains more than 28% protein and is an excellent feed.

"It's too much needed. Pigs are not like cattle and sheep on the grassland. They can eat grass, Xiao Qin, if your wine trough continues to grow, we can raise more pigs," Uncle Tank raised his big hand like a fan and patted again. Come down, this time, Qin Dong avoided flexibly.

"Tomorrow night, when the exercise is over, you come over, you must come over, taste my craftsmanship, I will kill the pig tomorrow, and I will make you steak meat." Uncle Tank patted his chest heavily.

...

The next day.

Qin Dong commanded the light trucks, heavy trucks and tankers in the factory to transport beer to the camp.

In fact, there are still a lot of meals for the army at this time, but not all meals are big fish or drinking. The meal is an opportunity to unite the officers and soldiers and improve morale!

Today’s dishes are richer than yesterday. There are four large washbasins on each round table. "Recently, everyone has been training hard. Tonight, we will have a meal, add two dishes, drink some wine, don’t drink too much wine, just mean it. ."

After the chief made the opening remarks, there was another whistle.

The soldiers were very happy. They ate and drank. The big leader toasted at each table, and the small leader toasted one by one. Of course, Uncle Tank was also among the leaders.

When the beer came up, it was poured directly in a large basin, and the cooking team used a large spoon to put it into the enamel tank of each soldier.

"One, two, three—" Uncle Tank shouted with a smile.

"dry!"

"one two Three--"

"Go on it!!!"

"four, five, six--"

"Pour full wine!!!"

Under the influence of the beer, the slogans became more and more enthusiastic, and the sound of clinking glasses sounded in the cafeteria, and the atmosphere of the dinner rushed to the top!

"Xiao Qin, I'll toast you a glass," Uncle Tank rushed over, "It was a success today. I didn't have any beer to add to the fun. I was not so happy. I must thank you very much."

They are all strong men in the army, with good physical fitness. A bottle of beer or a little loose beer per person is like drinking water.

"Rongya Beer is no worse than Qin Beer." Uncle Tank gave another thumbs up.

Qin Dong also picked up the enamel jar and drank it, "That is, all the beers you will use for your dinner in the future, we have packaged Rongya Beer."

"Refreshing." Uncle Tank was about to raise his palm again, and Qin Dong hurriedly grabbed his hand, "Forget it, I can't stand it."

"Hahaha-I'll send you a car to take you back." On a cold winter day, Uncle Tank wore a shirt, and in the icy wind, he was like an okay person, "You came by car,... By the way, Xiao Qin , Do you want a car?"

car?

Looking at the Beijing 212 Jeep, Uncle Tank shook his head, "It's not the one, Staff Officer Zhou, bring that car over."

Suzi, this rough-looking, tough-looking transportation vehicle was once popular in all corners of the land of China—even if you don’t have one at home, it’s also in the courtyard, alleyways, and street trees downstairs. Must have parked such a muddy, majestic and vicissitudes of life.

"Shoulder", that is, sidecar motorcycle, as the name suggests is a motorcycle with an extra sidecar.It is also referred to as "tricycle", "tricycle" or "motorcycle with trailer".

But it was the Second World War that really pushed the sidecar motorcycle to the historical climax and gave it a character label. After the Germans blitzed Poland, the Soviet Union then imitated the German R71 watson and created its own Ural M-72.

And China's first domestically produced and most classic sidecar motorcycle is the Yangtze River 750, which was copied from the Soviet Ural IMZM-72 motorcycle in 1957, and the Soviet M-72 was a German BMW R71 motorcycle.

It can be said that China’s Yangtze River 750 is actually of BMW blood...

"Is this okay?" Uncle Tank's hand slapped heavily on his shoulder, and Qin Dong felt his shoulder tremble.