Chapter 42: When I chose accounting, I said that our Chen Yin...
Chapter 42: Slap in the Face
Before the weather got colder, the Yan family, like other members of the cooperative, was busy going up the mountain to collect firewood.
The trees on the mountain are all public property and are not allowed to be cut down, but many trees dry up and die naturally every year. There are not many people living in Xinghua Brigade, so picking up these dead trees is basically enough for everyone to use.
The hillsides near the village are usually left to women and the elderly, the weak and the disabled to clean up, while adult men basically go to the mountains a little further away.
Since there had been spies in Erdaoling before, even though the troops had withdrawn, the members basically avoided that area.
There are so many mountains around the village, there is no need to go to an "unlucky" place.
Although the campaign to destroy the Four Olds was carried out with great fanfare, in the eyes of the old farmers, places where people had died were "unlucky". No matter whether they were enemy spies or something else, they privately warned each other not to go to such places to avoid being "haunted".
The Yan family is naturally not afraid of ghosts.
Yan Jiuru, his father and his grandfather collected firewood here for more than a week.
After hauling a lot of wood all morning, lunch was served, and the staple food was still corn cakes.
Yan Jiuru looked around but didn't see Chen Yin. His son was sitting steadily in the stroller next to Grandma Yan.
He picked up a corn cake and asked his mother, "Has the new food not been distributed yet? By the way, where is Yinyin?" I haven't seen her since I finished eating?
Father Yan and Grandpa Yan also looked over.
At this time of year, we can at least have a few days of fresh food, instead of eating corn tortillas every day.
Aunt Yan was so frustrated that she would have to tell him how she endured the meal even if no one asked.
She waved her hands in anger and said, "Don't mention it. It makes me angry. It's the same with the brigade. They have a lot of idiots working as accountants, but they don't know how to do anything."
You can't even do the year-end financial statements for a brigade. If you don't understand, you should just tell me and ask, but you just keep silent.
When everyone got impatient and went to the brigade headquarters to ask about it, they said they couldn’t do it.”
ah? ? ?
Yan Jiuru and his friends were busy storing firewood all day and didn't know about this matter.
"What do you say now?" several men asked hurriedly.
"What? We just found out about this this morning after the incident. Yinyin was just called in by the brigade to help with the final settlement. The commune is still waiting for it, but our commune hasn't handed it in yet."
"Not only was the commune anxious, but the members were also extremely anxious, especially the educated youth, who borrowed food at the beginning of the year and waited for the distribution of food in the autumn."
Yan Jiuru frowned, quickly ate two pancakes to fill his stomach, and put down his chopsticks, saying, "I'll go take a look. Why aren't people allowed to come back after dinner? Does the brigade provide meals?"
***
Battalion headquarters.
The secretary, the team leader, the deputy team leader, and three small team leaders all sat there sullenly, watching Chen Yin and several educated youths clacking away on their abacus and checking figures in low voices.
Yan Jiuru knocked on the door twice and came in.
He frowned as soon as he entered the room. Seeing the captain and the others smoking welding cigarettes, he couldn't help but get angry and said, "Captain, you guys are so undisciplined when it comes to recruiting people to work. It's dinner time now, and you don't even prepare a meal?
At the very least, let them go home and eat. We have a nursing baby at home."
"You're still smoking. Don't you know that my daughter Yinyin hates the smell of cigarettes the most?"
As he said that, he pulled Chen Yin up and said, "Alright, it's time to eat. The emperor doesn't need hungry soldiers. How can you help others on an empty stomach?"
His father-in-law looked at him.
Yan Jiuru was unhappy, but he still greeted him, but he said sarcastically: "There are so many people in the brigade, even if you pick a general from the short ones, you won't have a second-rate person as an accountant. When they chose the accountant, they said that our Chen Yin is a party member and the child of a cadre, so they left the job to other people.
In the end, you chose this person? It's better to be humble than to say that she's the child of a cadre.
Have you ever thought that he can't even handle the grain delivery, but he can handle the final settlement, which is more complicated than the grain delivery?
Oh, the deadline for the commune to report its final accounts is coming up soon. If everyone doesn’t go to the brigade to ask, will we not be able to distribute this year’s grain?”
"I'm a new Party member. I'm not as ideologically conscious as you old Party members. We can't work if we're hungry."
He made a sullen face and called Chen Yin: "Go home for dinner!"
Chen Yin smiled and stood up, put down her pen, rubbed her eyes, and said to the others, "Jiuru, now that you've mentioned this, I feel really hungry. My eyes are sore."
She then said to the team leader, "Then I'll go back and eat first. They... I wonder if the educated youth camp has prepared their meals?"
Zheng Zhongyi and several other educated youth looked at the team leader.
***
After being scolded by Yan Jiuru and looked at like that by the educated youth, the team leader and other cadres felt very embarrassed.
Those who initially disagreed with Chen Yin being the accountant included the deputy team leader, the team leader, the former secret agent custodian, and the former old accountant.
Secretary Chen tried to avoid suspicion, the old accountant wanted his son to take over his job, and the other people also praised the old accountant, so the team leader did not insist.
Now, I have to ask Chen Yin to help clean up the mess.
Yan Jiuru exposed it in front of him without any hesitation, and slapped him in the face.
The vice-captain and the others blushed, and refused to respond. The main point was that if I didn't respond, it wasn't me.
It's also because of all the praise and rewards he's received recently, and all the polite words, that everyone has forgotten that he's a tough guy. He doesn't like to talk much usually, but when he gets stubborn, he can be very stubborn.
***
Secretary Chen said nothing. He was in charge of party and government affairs and generally did not interfere in the daily affairs of the brigade. He would not have come if the brigade members had not gone to complain.
The captain said stubbornly, "Well, I was busy and forgot about it. So, you guys go back for lunch and the team will arrange dinner in the evening.
The work points you help with will be calculated as 20 points per day, 10 of which are your full points, and the remaining 10 are Jiang Wenwu's compensation for you."
We don’t care whether there is a fine or not, as long as we give twenty centimeters.
They work overtime, get up early and stay up late to clean up other people's messes. If they are paid too few work points, they will quit to see who will be anxious.
On the way back to dinner, the educated youth murmured, "No wonder Xinghua Brigade is poor. It would be strange if such leaders weren't poor."
***
When the autumn grain was finally distributed, the Xinghua Brigade held an election for a new cadre term.
Now the members are in charge. If the current cadres are not good and everyone is not satisfied, they have to re-elect.
The team leader and several team cadres first made self-criticisms at the general members' meeting. Not only did they produce a spy custodian, but they also had to appoint an entire 25-year-old accountant to take over. These were all due to their inability to recognize people and their selection of talents based on personal connections rather than ability, which resulted in a big mistake.
The members voted together. Zhao Mingli was chosen as the new custodian. The new accountant passed the assessment, and finally Xue Chenglin from the educated youth point was chosen.
This kid really has a very good brain. He can do addition, subtraction, multiplication and division fluently. When he was asked to take a test on a few pages of accounts that were randomly picked, others would spend more than an hour to work on it, but he could finish it in less than 20 minutes, and it was not bad at all.
It's a piece of cake.
Chen Yin decided not to take part in the assessment because she had already booked a formal job and would have to leave sooner or later.
The team leader's merits and demerits offset each other, so he will continue to do his job for the time being. Except for the women's director, all the other team cadres have been replaced.
***
Secretary Chen also made a self-criticism at the Xinghua Brigade Party Branch meeting held afterwards.
After all, there was an enemy spy hideout in the mountain behind their village, and there was another one hiding in the village. How could it be all their fault?
Fortunately, Yan Jiuru and others caught the enemy spies, otherwise it would not be a matter of self-criticism.
Of course, Secretary Chen and others not only made self-criticisms at the brigade branch, but also made in-depth self-criticisms at the commune branch meeting.
The entire commune now puts guarding against enemy spies back on the agenda.
***
That day, the brigade received a notice that the county armed forces department had issued the autumn and winter militia training mission:
The members are between 16 and 45 years old. All militia members are led by platoon leaders for 10 days of intensive training. After the assessment, the number of basic militia members will be increased or decreased.
After that, the basic militiamen underwent seven days of additional training under the leadership of the militia company commander. After the assessment, the best ones were selected to participate in the county's militia training.
The time starts from the next day after receiving the notice.
Yan Jiuru, Chen Yin and other core militiamen were called to a meeting by Wang Dali.
"The training ground is right at the foot of the mountain. We'll have live-fire training in five days, including grenade drills. We'll go door to door and notify everyone that starting tomorrow, no one is allowed to go to the training ground. The militia will clear the ground tomorrow morning, and training will begin this afternoon."
***
Yan Jiuru was responsible for notifying the twenty households near his home, and it was already seven or eight o'clock in the evening when he returned home.
Chen Yin went straight home and was packing up things she would need for training.
Seeing him come back, he asked, "Have you all been notified?"
"Yeah, but we have to notify you again the day before the live-fire training. Some people just don't learn their lessons."
Chen Yin opened a piece of clothing and asked him, "Is it okay for you to wear this during training?"
Yan Jiuru looked at the large patch stacked with small patches and said, "Okay, after all the hard work, all clothes will get worn out. Oh, right, you should patch up the knees of your pants twice more, right?"
Otherwise it will break in less than a day.
"I know. I've already patched up two layers, including my elbows."
Chen Yin thought happily, "I haven't touched a gun in a long time, and I haven't thrown a grenade many times."
"Platoon Leader Wang said we should throw fake grenades first, and only those who pass the test can throw real grenades."
"Oh, that's fine too!" Chen Yin clapped her hands and almost jumped up.
"Oh, oh, oh!" Zhuangzhuang, sitting in the stroller, also laughed and danced.
Seeing that Chen Yin had almost packed up her things, Yan Jiuru went over to take her son out and said, "Let's go see your great-grandfather and great-grandmother."
It must be said that his parents, who were not yet forty-five, also had to participate in militia training.
This kid will have to be left to his grandparents starting tomorrow.
***
In the evening, Yan Jiuru left his son to his grandparents, under the pretext of training his son to be independent from his parents.
Anyway, Chen Yin squeezed out two bottles of milk, which was enough for Zhuangzhuang to drink until tomorrow morning. As for the hassle of peeing at night, she just let it go. Who cares about it?
Without the child to get in the way, the young couple had the opportunity to do something shameless that night.
But after two rounds, Chen Yin clutched the blanket tightly with one hand and pushed the other away with the other, saying angrily, "No, your legs will be weak during training tomorrow and you'll be laughed at. I'm not as shameless as you."
"You're really turning your back on me. Who was it that said 'Brother Jiuru, I want more' first? And then you just throw it away after using it? Huh?"
"Go ahead, keep talking nonsense about 'martial law' for another half month!"
"Okay, okay, if you say you don't want to come, then we won't come. But you have to double the amount of food for me after the training."
The two of them bargained for a long time in bed, but the result is unknown.
***
The next morning, after breakfast, the militiamen went out in the early morning light.
The air was cool, the sky was a touch of golden red, and the weeds underfoot were covered with a layer of frost.
When Platoon Leader Wang saw that most of the people were present, he began to call the roll and then select the squad leader.
After September every year, the militia has people who are over the age limit and have reached the age limit to register for personnel increases and decreases, as well as new educated youth and so on, so the classes cannot be fixed.
"...Wang Zhigang!"
"arrive!"
"Zheng Sanlin!"
"arrive!"
"Yan Jiuru!"
"arrive!"
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