A burst of exclamation came from the bus, and everyone turned their eyes to Qin Chuan, even the driver was no exception.

"God, he is right!" said the old man holding the newspaper: "I have seen him in the newspaper, and he is the 'Legendary'!"

"Of course!" Ruman straightened his chest: "He is my brother!"

Someone immediately came to shake hands with Qin Chuan: "I'm very happy to see you, Captain, you are a good person!"

"Sorry, Captain! I didn't know it was you just now!"

"You are our hero, Captain!"

...

"Then, Captain!" asked the old woman, "You just came back from the Holm battlefield, are you?"

"Yes, ma'am!" Qin Chuan replied.

"We have all heard of that battle!" said the old woman: "Especially you, everyone is spreading your story. I don't know what is true..."

"I don't know either, ma'am!" Qin Chuan replied.

A burst of laughter came out in the carriage.

The driver turned around and said to Schmidt: "Sir, you have a very good son, and you should be proud of him."

"He has always been!" Schmidt replied, and at the same time he turned his eyes to Qin Chuan, his eyes full of smiles.

When Qin Chuan followed Schmidt off the bus and walked on the street, things happened one after another... Most people around here recognized Qin Chuan, to be precise, they recognized Qin Chuan's appearance, so people greeted Qin Chuan along the way:

"Hey, look at who is back, our great hero!"

"Frick, good job! Remember my son Koother? He hopes you can teach him both!"

...

There were even a few children who were surprised to see Qin Chuan, and then followed Qin Chuan and shouted Frick's name one after another.

Originally, Qin Chuan thought that his home was just a small house like other people, but unexpectedly, Schmidt led Qin Chuan into a gate and entered a factory with hundreds of square meters. Dozens of workers were busy back and forth in the factory, and of course his eyes were all turned to Qin Chuan, with envy and admiration in his eyes.

Someone also shouted to Schmidt: "Boss, he must be your son 'Legendary'!"

"Yes!" Schmidt replied: "He got a month's vacation!"

"Do you know? Brother!" Lehman explained from the side: "Are you surprised?"

"What? Oh, yes..." Qin Chuan replied.

"Nothing is a good surprise!" Lehman replied: "Because you became a hero, they arranged this factory for us!"

Qin Chuan said "Oh", so this factory did not belong to Schmidt before this.

However, this does not seem surprising. The Germans drove away or arrested the Jews, and then distributed their factories, even residences and property to the Germans. Of course, all they could be assigned were those with certain "merits" and "qualifications". Qin Chuan's contributions on the battlefield obviously also won some care for his family.

"Oh, Frick!" A haggard middle-aged woman stood at the door of the inner room behind the factory and couldn't wait to stretch out her hands to Qin Chuan.

"Mother!" Qin Chuan hurriedly met her. She was Frick's mother Karen, who suffered from chronic obstructive pulmonary disease.

"My child!" Karen hugged Qin Chuan and cried with joy. After pausing for a while, he seemed to remember something and asked, "Child, you are not injured, are you?"

"No, mother!" Qin Chuan clenched his fists and replied, "I'm fine!"

"Don't worry, mom!" Lehman said, "We can always see news about our brother in the newspaper, right? He can always make contributions on the battlefield. Just look at his medal. That's an iron cross!"

Karen nodded while wiping tears, but Qin Chuan believed that she didn't listen to anything, because for her, the safety of the child was the most important thing, and as for the credit or medal, it didn't matter.

At that moment, Qin Chuan didn't know what to say. If they knew they were not Frick... they would be so disappointed.

"You're hungry!" Karen said: "We still have some flour, wait, I'll make you a bun right away!"

When Qin Chuan heard this, he couldn't help but wonder what "a little flour" means. If Schmidt was running such a small-scale furniture factory, how could even flour reach the point of "a little flour".

Later, Qin Chuan realized that this was something he realized later.

After Germany entered the war during World War I, it was blocked by materials from Britain, France and other countries, resulting in a serious lack of food. This is also one of the reasons for Germany's defeat in World War I.

So after World War II, Germany learned this lesson and implemented the ration system very early, that is, the state distributes food uniformly. The weekly ration amount of each person is about 2,250 grams of bread, 700 grams of meat, 280 grams of margarine, 280 grams of sugar, 110 grams of margarine, and 150 grams of beans...

At this time, it is difficult to see fresh vegetables and fish in Germany. In front of the butcher shop and the floor shop, you can often see housewives lined up in long queues with vegetable baskets. If you see a woman with her children waiting in front of a certain shop, the shop must have candy for sale; in front of the cigarette paper shop there are well-dressed men, who lined up for an hour or two just to buy a few cigars or cigarettes. If these addicts are lucky, buy the goods they want and want to go to the tavern to have a glass of beer and breathe, then in addition to the alcohol money, they will also add a "wartime surcharge tax".

In addition, Qin Chuan also noticed that women on the street rarely wear leather shoes. They instead wear wooden cloth shoes, and walk on the sidewalk "kick and drag" like Japanese women's clogs. Even the shoes on Karen's feet are the same.

And if you want to save some flour at home, only people like Schmidt who own a small factory can do it.

It is obvious that all this is to save more materials for combat on the front line, which is also a manifestation of German self-discipline.

"Mr. Schmidt!" At this time, two policemen squeezed in outside the factory. When they saw Qin Chuan, they stood up and saluted Qin Chuan, and said, "You must be Captain Flick. Can I check your officer certificate?"

"Of course!" Qin Chuan handed over the officer certificate.

The police carefully read the officer's certificate, compared the photos, and then handed the officer's certificate back to Qin Chuan, and said, "It's a great honor to see you, Captain! Colonel Webber heard that you are back, so he specially ordered us to send you a ration card!"

As he said that, the police took out a card from his pocket and handed it to Qin Chuan, saluted Qin Chuan again, and said, "I wish you a happy holiday, Captain!"
Chapter completed!