1972, The Red Flag-Waving Youthful Era

In the spring of 1972, on a train heading to the Great Northern Wilderness for re-education, Chu Miaohong quietly tossed an old envelope into the wind. Far away in the year 2024, Zhang Hongcheng co...

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"What can they do with my labor?"

"The higher-ups don't make the decision, so they let me choose. As for me, I don't like any of them!"

But Zhang Hongcheng was determined to exchange places with Qu Honghao.

"It's just 200 meters. If you give me some support, I'll have the road repaired by spring."

"Once this road is opened, won't the Hongqi Forest Farm be revived?"

"The wetlands aren't challenging anymore, Captain. You don't believe me?"

Li Guangjin touched his head and wondered what was wrong with this kid's mouth. He was clearly being bullied, but he could talk more than himself, the old political commissar.

The two argued for more than an hour, and finally Li Guangjin reluctantly agreed.

However, there is one thing Li Guangjin will mention to the Qu family.

Zhang Hongcheng took the initiative to help Qu Honghao resolve this deadlock, otherwise the Qu family would definitely lose face this time, so all the benefits that should be given must be given.

For example, the preferential policies and approval documents of Hongqi Forest Farm must be transferred to Hongqi Platoon.

The production tasks of Hongqi Forest Farm will also be lowered to the platoon level.

Zhang Hongcheng was promoted again two years later, and the Qu family also had to help, etc.

For the Red Flag Platoon, the biggest benefit of this exchange of bases was that they exchanged a tractor for a small truck.

This small truck does not belong to the Red Flag Company, but to the connections mobilized by the Qu family.

"Platoon leader, we're going to the mountains in a few days, why are you still asking us to go out into the fields?"

Xue Zhanhong didn't want to move at all.

It's still raining outside!

Zhang Hongcheng kicked him.

"Division headquarters has said that all locations must dig ditches to store water. Learn from this year's drought and get moving!"

Guo Shengnan stuck out her tongue and whispered to Ye Nanyue.

"Our platoon leader is really weird. He led us to work day and night to raise the dikes and ridges a few days ago."

"Today, we have to respond to the call to store water again."

Ye Nanyue glanced at Zhang Hongcheng secretly, then secretly pointed at Chu Miaohong.

"The platoon leader is in a good mood. He built the dam and then demolished it. Anyway, his work points won't be reduced. Who cares if he's crazy?"

Zhang Hongcheng brought a group of educated youth who spoke strange words and destroyed all the fruits of their labor from the previous few days.

The ridges and dikes were restored to their original heights, the drum carts were dismantled, the large ponds were dismantled, the trawl nets were dismantled, and the pig pens were also dismantled.

Ditches and fields are dug deep for irrigation.

As soon as the first autumn rain stopped, Zhang Hongcheng and his men exceeded the division headquarters' tasks.

Within two days of the rain stopping, Qu Honghao's men had already arrived at Qikou Village.

Zhang Hongcheng smiled and handed over the camp to Qu Honghao, and the Red Flag Platoon immediately started to move.

The Red Flag Platoon's move was more lively than Qu Honghao's company.

There are too many belongings.

Just to transport the grain, pork and wild boars harvested last year, Jian Yong drove his small truck twice.

This left several educated youth from the forest farm who had been mocking the educated youth from the Red Flag Platoon speechless.

It seems that life in the wetlands is really good!

Jian Yong made four trips in total and transported the drum car parts, wind turbines and everyone's luggage to the foot of the forest farm.

There is a section of the road up the mountain that is broken and everyone has to carry it by hand.

Zhang Hongcheng observed carefully along the way and found that although everyone's morale was a little low, it was still within controllable range.

In fact, as long as they had food, the educated youth had nothing to panic about.