1939, Peng came to Nanle. At this time, Nanlecheng was the residence of the 386th Brigade of the Eighth Route Army129th Division led by Brigadier General Chen Geng. People's lives are stable and the market is prosperous. Considering that General Peng has come from afar, Chen Geng wants to invite him to dinner. But he knew Peng's temper, so he had to engage in "fire reconnaissance" first. He called Wang Zhengzhu, Mr. Peng's right-hand man and follower, and asked, "Is Mr. Peng still so stuck?" Wang Zhengzhu turned pale and reminded Chen Geng, "Don't make anything special for him. Once passing by Zhongtiao Mountain, a local party leader invited Peng to eat a meal and cooked several dishes. President Peng asked the person in charge:' What was your composition when you joined the army? How much money did you bring from home when you took part in the revolution?' The person in charge didn't understand Mr. Peng's meaning, so he said smoothly,' I have a shop assistant at home, how can I take it out? Peng expression:' You have no money, how can you afford to entertain me? I have my own dietary standards! "
Chen Geng sighed: "Hey, he is still old-tempered!" Suddenly my eyes lit up and I clapped my hands and said, "Good!" He first found Peng's "hair dryer": "I didn't prepare anything else for lunch today. There is a kind of mandarin fish in this place, also called mandarin fish. I asked the soldiers to catch a few in the river, so please try some local specialties. " Peng nodded and said, "All right."
At noon, Chen Geng led Peng Zong and his party into the canteen. As soon as everyone sat down around a round table, the administrator sent a plate of steamed bread and a bucket of rice. Then served a large plate of steamed mandarin fish. While eating, Mr. Peng said that the fish was really delicious. Looking at Peng Zong's thin face and happy expression when eating fish, Chen Geng is confident to realize his plan step by step.
The administrator brought another big plate of meatballs. Peng became wary: "You didn't say you ate fish. Why did you get meatballs again?"
Chen Geng pretended not to care: "This meatball is made of fish. Give it a try. "
Peng put one in, tasted it, and sure enough, there was some fishy smell. Without saying anything, he shoveled his food. The third course is chicken, and the administrator dare not look out again, looking straight at Chen Geng. Chen Geng winked and the chicken was served. Peng put down his chopsticks: "Is this chicken also made of fish?"
Chen Geng threw caution to the wind and put a few spoonfuls of chicken soup into Mr. Peng's bowl: "The chickens along the river also grew up eating earthworms and fish."
"Now is the time to reduce rent and interest rates, not the time to fight local tyrants!" Peng said, put down the bowl chopsticks and left with his hands behind his back.
Chen Geng quickly followed out of the door. People who stay in the house look nervous and worry that something unpleasant will happen. After a while, Chen Geng pushed the door and came in with a smile: "I made fun of him on the road. President Peng's criticism of me today is polite. "