Jiao Dinghui wiped the rain off his face and looked up at the sky.
It seemed as if there was a hole in the sky above the hill where the forest farm stood, and heavy rain continued for several days without stopping for even a second.
It is noon now, but the light around is as bright as at night.
The entire Red Flag Platoon of educated youth, both male and female, were busy working in the heavy rain.
Thunder and lightning are moving among the clouds in the sky.
Bright light occasionally illuminates the entire mountain.
At the same time, it also illuminated the people in the educated youth group who were wearing black raincoats and rain boots.
Zhang Hongcheng stood on a pile of big logs, and the whistle in his mouth was so loud that it echoed through the mountains.
With the sound of his whistle, several wooden cranes moved to both sides of the farmland began to change direction.
More than a dozen people shouted slogans in the heavy rain and worked together to pull the rope on the rack. As the pulley group turned, a huge piece of wood was slowly lifted up and fell steadily onto the pile of wood built high on both sides of the field.
The Red Flag Platoon has been busy for three full days.
No one knew what Zhang Hongcheng was going to do, but the canned food, cloth, candy and new work clothes that had just been distributed made them obey Zhang Hongcheng's orders.
Each team with the best completion rate can also get an extra can of food or a bar of soap with damaged packaging every day.
Correspondent Yu Kai handed his water bottle to Zhang Hongcheng.
Zhang Hongcheng took a big gulp of the hot ginger soup and looked at the project that was about to be completed. The gleam in his eyes seemed to overshadow the thunder and lightning in the sky.
"Comrades, work harder!"
Several female educated youth who had just recovered from a serious illness were making soup by lighting a fire in a shed built nearby, and they would encourage everyone from time to time.
The high ground on both sides of the more than one hundred acres of fields were filled with huge trees that Qu Honghao and his men had spent more than two years cutting down.
One-fifth of the timber "stored" at Hongqi Forest Farm was moved here by Zhang Hongcheng and his men.
Zhang Hongcheng took a look at the time on his watch in the light of lightning.
Almost there!
Qu Honghao had a good life in his previous life.
Although a natural flood destroyed his fields, it opened up a steep gravel slope leading directly to the foot of the mountain.
There are very few stones on the top of the mountain in the forest farm, so wood can slide down the slope. We just need to send people to deal with the stuck wood in sections on both sides of the slope.
The foot of the mountain is only 400 meters away from a provincial road.
The steep slope formed by the mountain torrent became Qu Honghao's trump card for turning things around.
It was only in the spring that that fool came up with this idea.
......
There is a telephone at Hongqi Forest Farm.
Zhang Hongcheng is now sitting by the phone, constantly looking at the clock on the wall.
The time has come for the Provincial Office to call all the forestry farms...
Ren Wangping rubbed his tense cheeks, took the last puff of the cigarette in his hand and put it out.
He continued to flip through the contact book in his hand.
In the large office, several phones were constantly busy.
Everyone was asking about the situation at the forestry farms at all levels.
What they need to do is to select the forest farms that are facing the least difficulties so that they can concentrate their efforts on sending out some of the wood first.
Ren Wangping's voice was already half hoarse.
Although the forest farms he asked about all claimed that they could mobilize the subjective initiative of their employees, he knew that these forest farms were not a good choice in the face of continuous heavy rain, washed away mountain roads and roads full of mud potholes.
His fingers moved across the address book.
Is this... a company-level forest farm for educated youth?
No, the note at the back says that it has been changed to platoon level.
Ren Wangping was a little hesitant. Should he attack such a small forest farm?
The remarks column said that the road down the mountain from this forest farm was completely blocked...
After hesitating for just a second, Ren Wangping felt that he would give up only if he called and asked.
Although the mosquito is small, what if it has meat?
The phone rang, and Zhang Hongcheng, who was leaning on the chair, immediately opened his eyes and grabbed the phone.
"Hello, this is the XXX General Office. Is this the Hongqi Forest Farm?"
"I'm from the Hongqi Forest Farm. May I ask for your instructions?"
"How's the road you guys built down the mountain...?"
"Reporting to the leader, our platoon has just arrived in the mountains, and road construction will probably have to wait until next year."
"Oh, alright, that's it..."
"Leaders, do you want our forest farm to meet the (wood) quota?"
Ren Wangping smiled bitterly on the other end of the phone.
"Let's wait until you finish repairing the road next year."
But a sentence came from the other end of the phone that made Ren Wangping tremble all over.
"If the leader needs wood urgently, we can get a batch right away."
Ren Wangping stood up suddenly while grabbing the microphone. He didn't even notice that his voice was a little distorted due to nervousness.
"What are you talking about? Is this true? How can you possibly deliver the wood down the mountain? How much can you possibly deliver?!"
Zhang Hongcheng on the other end of the phone chuckled.
"We can't yet determine the exact amount, but at least we can get one-tenth of the wood we previously stored at our forest farm to the XXX National Highway."
Ren Wangping moved his fingers across the sheet of paper and saw at a glance the timber storage capacity of the Hongqi Forest Farm.
After completing the rapid mental calculations, his fingers began to tremble.
"Brother Comrade, this is the XXX General Office. This kind of thing is, but, not something to be taken lightly!"
"Your mountain roads are blocked and it's raining heavily. How do you expect to get it down here?"
Zhang Hongcheng chuckled.
"I, for one, would like to ask God for help!"
After hanging up the phone, Zhang Hongcheng grabbed his raincoat and walked into the wind and rain again.
Thunder and lightning were still moving in the sky, but the rain was much lighter.
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