On the third day after Zhang Hongcheng returned to the Fifth Company, it happened to be the Fifth Company's turn to produce wood in its area of responsibility.
The wood they cut this time was different from the wood they had prepared for the winter.
The company commander chose an old forest that produced large round logs.
More than ten chainsaws were buzzing annoyingly in the dense forest.
The educated youth from the fifth company, who were frozen like dogs, took turns to cut wood and remove branches.
The instructor and his team worked for a week and finally built a smooth corridor from the dense forest on the top of the mountain to the river not far from the company headquarters.
The logs cut from the top of the hill will slide down along the corridor.
The forest coverage area of Yunshan Farm is not small, and each battalion has to take turns to produce a portion of logs every year to meet the targets set by the state.
The warm season in Northeast China is only from April to September, but it is not a good season for logging.
Because there were so many mosquitoes and wild animals at that time.
The log harvesting season generally begins after November.
"The wood is coming down~~~."
Following the long shouts of the female educated youth, more than ten logs "flew" rapidly down the mountain along the corridor.
The educated youth gathered at the foot of the mountain immediately dispersed.
The kinetic energy of these logs is so huge that anyone who touches them will die, and anyone who comes into contact with them will be injured.
The first few logs that slid down continued to move forward, even rushing all the way to the ice on the river surface.
The logs from the five consecutive fellings will be piled up by the river.
When the river thaws in April, motorboats will come from Jixi, dragging long rafts upstream on the Muling River.
Zhang Hongcheng was in charge of logging at the top for the first two days, and was later transferred to the foot of the mountain.
It was the fourth day of harvesting wood.
Instructor Yu Pengnian came over with a form.
He looked around and found Zhang Hongcheng sitting on a log that had slid into the middle of the river to rest.
There was a hole in the ice in front of Zhang Hongcheng, and a fishing line was hanging in the hole.
It turns out that this guy was fishing.
One, two, three, four, five... fourteen, fifteen.
Looking at the spoils at Zhang Hongcheng's feet, the instructor couldn't help but shook his head and observed a moment of silence for the silly fish in Muling River.
The fish in the Muling River were really unlucky to encounter this southerner.
I don’t know what kind of bait this guy uses, but he almost always catches fish.
Zhang Hongcheng asked Chu Miaohong to prepare the bait, and the price was half a pound of food coupons.
And the person who asked for help was not Zhang Hongcheng, but Chu Miaohong.
"Bait transaction" was just an excuse Chu Miaohong used to explain the source of her money.
She concealed her relationship with the Zhou family from everyone in Chunyang Village.
“Hongcheng, when did you sign up for this?”
The instructor handed the form to Zhang Hongcheng.
"This activity is not easy. From February to April, we have to carry out publicity in the snow and ice. Then when spring comes, we have to rush back to the fields. Can you handle it?"
Zhang Hongcheng just smiled.
Yu Pengnian pointed at him angrily and said, "Take care of yourself, kid, or you'll hinder the progress of the spring plowing for the entire company!"
Zhang Hongcheng rolled his eyes at him.
"Instructor, your last name was Huang in your previous life, right?"
"Um?"
"Huang Shiren's Huang."
"Get lost! My family has been poor peasants for five generations!"
In the evening, the company had a new meat dish - fish soup.
The whole company was cursing but they couldn't stop.
No need to think too much, the chef today must be the Sichuan girl Bao Zhihui.
"It would be a waste if we don't boil such a big fish!"
Bao Zhihui confidently pried into the company commander's storage room and took away all the dried chilies.
It’s better not to eat this kind of food. If you eat it, it will be spicy and you won’t be able to stop eating it!
The young Cantonese guy Su Beijing ate a lot of food desperately. At the end, he took a deep breath and asked Zhang Hongcheng repeatedly with a look of horror on his face.
"Boss, why does my mouth seem to be gone?"
The activities of the educated youth literary and artistic propaganda group are jointly organized by the educated youth departments of the province and the Corps.
Since it was from February to April and the ice and snow had not melted yet, there were few people who signed up and the companies were not very enthusiastic.
But three new and enthusiastic educated youth still signed up for the fifth company.
In addition to Zhang Hongcheng, there are Feng Xuexiu from Class 2 and Su Beijing who is in the same class as Zhang Hongcheng.
"Boss, Sister Feng can sing, especially Peking opera, and I can play the clapper board, but what can you do?"
Faced with the provocation of Su Beijing, Zhang Hongcheng pretended to turn a deaf ear. He took out a stack of food coupons and began to count them.
"Five pounds, ten pounds, fifteen pounds, twenty pounds, thirty pounds, forty pounds... one hundred and twenty pounds... Hey, Xiao Su, what did you ask me just now?"
Su Beijing was rubbing his back in a very servile manner.
"I just said that the way you counted the food coupons was so impressive!"
This caused everyone in the dormitory to laugh and call Su Beijing a Pu Zhigao.
Zhang Hongcheng couldn't help but laugh when he thought about the hidden benefits behind this event.
Promoted!
If a young person wanted to be promoted these days, he had to be a soldier who had made meritorious service during the war or a college graduate.
And he is only nineteen years old, hehehehe.
Think about it, when his stepmother wanted him and She Meihua to register, she had to find someone to change their ages first (he was still two years short).
Zhang Hongcheng looked across the river.
——I wonder if Chu Miaohong’s application has been reviewed?
........
The snow fell again.
The aging filament of the light bulb in the house flickered, and finally returned to darkness helplessly.
In the darkness, a candle was lit.
The dim light reflected the gloomy face of Lai Wencai, the armed forces minister of Changfeng Commune.
Sitting opposite him was his younger brother Lai Wenwu.
At this moment, Lai Wenwu's face was full of panic, and he was looking at his elder brother pleadingly.
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