“Okay, okay, okay!”
Deputy Director Gao excitedly grabbed the phone and said yes repeatedly.
When he hung up the phone, he still felt like he was dreaming.
Just one day after the call from Beijing, their first batch of wood was already loaded onto the train!
Although they look a bit ugly, they are all large pieces of wood that have been stored for one or two years.
Deputy Director Gao remembered Zhang Hongcheng from the Hongqi Forest Farm.
What a great way to borrow the power of heaven!
He led the entire platoon of educated youth to fight hard, and with the help of mountain torrents, he transported one-fifth of the forest farm's inventory to the provincial road at the foot of the mountain.
Even people from Beijing called to express their appreciation.
Although the amount of wood produced in the first batch was not large, at least it could be shipped out on time under the premise of a major disaster.
No one can blame them for this, but instead they should look upon themselves with a higher regard.
He was about to turn around and talk to Director Wei, but found that the sixty-year-old Wei had fallen asleep in the chair.
Qu Honghao squatted at the door of the old canteen in Qikou Village.
Now they all live in the old canteen in Qikou Village, just waiting for the water to recede so they can return to the wetlands.
Just when he was frowning, a snowflake suddenly fell in front of his eyes.
Qu Honghao stared at the heavy snow falling from the sky in amazement. Thinking that the wetland base where the flood had not yet receded would soon be frozen, he couldn't help but feel sad and wanted to cry out loud.
It happened that Tong Quanliang's son-in-law Park Chengrui passed by here, and when they met, he told Qu Honghao the good news.
"It turns out the Red Flag Platoon from the wetland is in the spotlight again. I heard from my father-in-law that they are going to be awarded a third-class collective merit again. Wow."
"Hey, why are you staring at me like that?"
......
"Go!"
Zhang Hongcheng, with a safety rope (a thick rope) tied around his waist, kicked the end of the big log.
The wood slid down the mountain along the ice and snow slide.
After Hongqi Forest Farm produced a batch of wood, it experienced heavy snow for three days and three nights.
The heavy snow turned the flood channel created by the mountain torrents into a natural ice and snow slide.
Zhang Hongcheng was not as naive as Qu Honghao. He immediately organized people to throw the wood in the forest farm's stock into the ice and snow slide.
With the help of smooth snow-surfaced floodways and even ice-surfaced floodways, Hongqi Forest Farm can distribute all its wood stocks during the winter.
At the foot of the mountain, next to the national highway.
Huge loaders, forklifts and pallet trucks were parked in the snow.
A hundred or so worn-out tires blocked the side of the highway.
"Get out of the way, it's getting wooden!"
As the whistle sounded, a huge tree slid down the mountain rapidly with snow foam on it. The terrifying kinetic energy made people feel frightened even from a distance.
Dozens of broken tires flew away at once, and the remaining tires were squeezed tightly against a snow wall beside the national highway by the huge trees with huge kinetic energy.
More than a dozen staff members ran over quickly, tied a rope to the huge tree and dragged it to the side.
Their time was very tight, and the speed of bringing wood up and down the mountain was not slow.
If you get hit by a giant tree, you will be trapped in the black and white photo frame.
Damaged roads in various places are being repaired urgently, and the authorities have decided to send out all the wood stored in the Hongqi Forest Farm in the first few days.
Starting around tomorrow, several large forestry farms will also be able to produce wood.
The entire Red Flag Platoon is full of energy.
The division leader personally went up the mountain yesterday to present them with the certificate of collective third-class merit.
What made everyone even more excited was that the salaries of the Red Flag Platoon were raised by one level.
It turned out that they were earning a first-level enterprise salary of 28 yuan a month, plus a 4 yuan allowance, for a total of 32 yuan.
But now it has become a second-level enterprise salary, thirty-five yuan per month plus four yuan in allowances, a total of thirty-nine yuan!
Thirty-nine dollars!
No one closed their mouths all day.
Of course, the educated youth went up the mountain not just for the salary increase - there were also reporters from the newspaper who went up the mountain with the division leaders.
The photo of their entire row will be published in the provincial newspaper!
The story of the Red Flag Platoon "borrowing the power of heaven" has spread to all units across the province.
The energetic educated youth worked until the 16th day of the twelfth lunar month and only then did they use up all the stocks in the forest farm.
Zhang Hongcheng had just announced that the forest farm had officially started hibernation, and the educated youth had not yet left the meeting room when Jian Yong, who had gone down the mountain to buy New Year's goods, rushed in holding a newspaper.
He yelled with his face flushed.
"Comrades, we've reported it again!"
Zhang Hongcheng looked at him unhappily.
We had already had a commotion the day before yesterday because of the provincial newspaper issue. Do we really need to celebrate again?
"Yes, it's the capital's newspaper!!! Citizen Daily!!!"
Amidst the hysterical cheers, Zhang Hongcheng snatched the newspaper in disbelief.
The third edition, a small piece of tofu, it’s really true!!!
[...led by educated youth platoon leader Zhang Hongcheng...]
The cheers almost shook the roof down. All the male and female educated youth hugged each other in ecstasy. Zhang Hongcheng also hugged the people around him with a red face and danced.
Hey, I didn't expect Xiao Chu to have such a good figure?
Chu Miaohong gritted her teeth, suppressed her excitement and warned the guy in a low voice.
"That's enough, don't let go!"
That night, the entire platoon put out all their goodies.
Hazelnuts, melon seeds, peanuts, rice candy, sticky rice dumplings, small fried dough twists, white wine...
There was constant laughter in the conference room and everyone was drunk.
Even the shyest chef Sang Chunhong was pushed onto the stage to perform a show.
Chu Miaohong was naturally also urged to go on stage.
Zhang Hongcheng was also completely drunk.
Because he knew too well what it meant to have his name in such a newspaper.
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