"Crossing the forest~~~, crossing the snowfield~~~, with great enthusiasm~!"
Some immature Peking Opera accents spread from the forest.
The horse-drawn carriage that came from Caojiayingzi to pick up the educated youth's literary and artistic propaganda team (no need to form one) was passing through a vast snow forest.
The four female educated youth wrapped themselves tightly, with their heads and faces covered with cotton hats and large scarves, leaving only a small gap for breathing.
Zhang Hongcheng was talking to the driver, Sun Zhiqiang was looking up at the cedar, and the youngest, Su Beijing, was singing at the top of his voice.
"Let's drink a celebratory wine today~~~."
The first stop of the 22nd team is Caojiayingzi, a mountain village between Mishan and Qitaihe.
The village's horse-drawn carriage picked them up at a temporary train station in a nearby forest farm.
The members of Zhang Hongcheng's team were all covered in sawdust - they had come here on the forest farm's freight train.
Caojiayingzi is the closest village to the newly built forest farm, but even with a horse carriage it takes two hours to get there.
From this we can see that the railway troops who built the railway and the educated youth who opened up new forest farms faced an extremely primitive environment.
Since getting off the train, everyone has become silent except Su Beijing, who is in the southernmost part and is still quite active.
Even including Chu Miaohong.
Chu Miaohong originally thought that the educated youth who were sent to the countryside to work were much more miserable than those in the military corps, until she saw the tents in the snow in the forest farm.
All the educated youth in the forest farm lived in tents in the snowy forest with temperatures dozens of degrees below zero!
The crane at the station was broken, but the educated youth in charge of the transfer had no intention of stopping at all.
There were even seven or eight girls wearing only sweaters, their bodies steaming with heat and their hair covered in frost, who worked together to carry a log, shouting slogans as they loaded it onto the train.
Chu Miaohong's eyes suddenly turned red when she heard their shouts.
All of them are from Zhejiang Province.
Such a difficult environment still could not make these young red people lose their courage and confidence.
When the locomotive carrying timber slowly started, the educated youth waved red flags vigorously and cheered.
What seems to prove that this place has been conquered by humans is not the rails, cranes, or tents, but the red color that can be seen everywhere.
Red slogans, red banners, red flags...
Even though the carriage carried them for a long time in the snowy forest, the red colors of the forest still lingered in their minds.
"It's right up ahead!"
The driver laughed and pointed forward.
The emotions that everyone had been holding back all the way finally began to stir.
Zhang Hongcheng secretly glanced at Chu Miaohong. He knew that the heroine was probably annoyed by her previous accent.
"Comrade Chu Miaohong, it seems that all the educated youth at the forest farm today are from Zhejiang Province?"
Chu Miaohong nodded.
"How about you sing a song with a southern revolutionary flavor later? Let our fellow villagers in Caojiayingzi hear the voice of Hangzhou."
The driver was grinning so hard that his teeth couldn't close.
"That's a great feeling~!"
Chu Miaohong didn't say it was good, nor did she say it was bad.
Because it was completely covered with snow, Caojiayingzi looked similar to the other villages at this time.
But this is known as the poorest village in the vicinity.
As soon as the carriage arrived at the village entrance, the men and women of the village came out to greet it, clapping their hands.
In order to show health, men, women, young and old secretly put some red on their cheeks.
The performance was held in the abandoned canteen of the team headquarters.
The villagers were all huddled together, holding hands, and it was extremely lively.
Their village was poor, and there wasn't even a landlord back then, so traveling gangs would never come here.
This was the first time for the villagers to see the "excitement" in their own village.
The old canteen was a product of the days of the communal dining system. The ground was compacted black soil, but it was a bit rough on the feet.
Li Taoran tried it, but she didn't dare to jump because she was afraid of getting hurt.
"Grassland dances are hard to dance," Li Taoran said, negotiating with Zhang Hongcheng for the first time. "How about I try a Tibetan dance?"
Zhang Hongcheng asked her to discuss it with Sun Zhiqiang, who was responsible for the music, and also asked Jin Haiyan to change the program.
Korean dance looks slow, but it actually involves a lot of spinning.
Zhang Hongcheng arranged the order of the programs and gave the role of host to the overjoyed Li Taoran.
I found a place to sit down and drink some hot tea.
Anyway, he is the one who writes the reports to his superiors, and most of the people in the team are his own people.
He is a steady horse.
Thinking of the advice the fat man "gave" him yesterday, Zhang Hongcheng couldn't help but look at Chu Miaohong again.
Hu Yu suggested that he could try to "invest" in the heroine so that he could continue to fleece her.
In Fatty's opinion, Zhang Hongcheng's initiative to help the heroine deal with Pang Youde and others outside Hulin Railway Station was a kind of "investment", which is why the heroine found him to save the child.
He spoke in such a mysterious way that it seemed to be true.
However, Zhang Hongcheng is indeed ready to give it a try.
Chu Miaohong was rehearsing with a small drum when Zhang Hongcheng walked up to her.
"How's it going? Have you decided what song to sing?"
Chu Miaohong shook her head.
She has figured it out. She must achieve some results this time so that her life will be better in the future.
But she thought about it and couldn't find a suitable song.
"I'm not really familiar with the revolutionary songs of the South, and I don't think there's anything suitable. How about I sing 'The East is Red'?"
Zhang Hongcheng squinted his eyes and gave a "reminder".
"Don't worry, you're the last one to go up anyway. Think about those keywords more. There might be a song title that we missed."
"For example, Red Army, Red Star, Red Flag, dawn, hope, etc. Think about it again. I'll go talk to the captain about accommodation."
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