Mr. Big eats potatoes

[Military Fiction] [Light System] [Slice of Life]
Back then, the fire service was still a branch of the military.
Countless dreaming youths clutching steel guns were assigned to the firefighting forces that only used water guns and cannons.
Fang Huai, a seasoned firefighter, has been reborn? Of course, he's out for money!
Returning home, he found that even the camouflage bags from the Armed Forces Department had been brought back.
......
In an interview.
Fang Huai points to the myriad of Military Merit Medals on his chest.
"Each Military Merit Medal represents a step of my progress."
The reporter nods, "I understand the thrill of being rewarded, I was a soldier too!"
Fang Huai laughs and shakes his head: "No, you really don't understand."
......
This is a story about a military unit, but also a story about life.

After Being Reborn, I became a firefighter again?

Not far away, two fire engines with their lighting equipment waving around brought in the intense light that shone through the windows, making the only source of brightness in this house, the stove, seem particularly dim.


"How could you let her lie on the floor?"


Fang Huai gently lowered her head and helped the elderly lady to sit up.


The old man also hurried over to assist.


But just as they were about to lay her on the bench, the old man immediately stopped them:


"Cowpeas! She can't sit! She can't sit! Little Qing, get up, let your grandma sit!"


The three or four-year-old girl, now without a seat, burst into tears.


The little girl stood up, with closed eyes and mouth agape, crying and walking to one side.


The old man had to go and pick up the child.


Fang Huai could only help the old man to sit on the bench first. Watching the three of them squeezed into this small space without a place to sit, he didn't know what to say.


Chapter 309 A Pair of Cloth Shoes