Chapter 158 Lie Dabiao
Most of the workers were talkative, and their loud, boisterous chatter was actually quite interesting.
There was a man in the forest farm known as the "know-it-all," surnamed Song. Everyone called him Old Man Song, and he only talked about women.
Not just the woman in front of him, but also people from history and abroad, I don't know where he got all this information from.
Each one of them could be told vividly and engagingly, and they always came up with new and unique stories.
No one knows whether Song Laowan is just making things up or is genuinely knowledgeable.
There was also a tractor driver named Zhuang. This man could talk about astronomy, geography, history, and politics in great detail and with great confidence.
He truly knew everything from five hundred years into the past to five hundred years into the future; there was nothing he didn't know.
One of the loading workers, a man surnamed Xiao, had attended a private school for a few years when he was young and loved reading "leisure books," so he was considered a cultured man.
He always loves to talk about strange and unusual stories, folk tales, and fragmented classical literary fragments from all over the world.
Occasionally, they might even perform a segment of Peking Opera, Pingju Opera, or a local opera, which always draws enthusiastic applause.
When the head chef finishes his work, he'll come over and join in the fun.
When talking about delicacies from land and sea, and famous cigarettes and wines, the audience often swallows their saliva.
Of course, the most timeless topic is always women.
They talked about the little things between men and women, about young girls and middle-aged women, about the secret affairs of widows and widowers, about beautiful women and ugly women.
"Hey? Haining, you've only been married a few days, and you've already left your wife to work on the mountain. Don't you miss her?"
Originally, Gao Haining and Sheng Xiping were sitting in a corner, listening intently to someone telling a story.
As it turns out, some random person happened to see these young men.
Those men are shameless; they deliberately make fun of Gao Haining, who just got married.
Despite her seemingly carefree and easygoing nature, Samantha Ko is still quite shy, having only been married for a short time.
Her face flushed red after those men said that. "You guys, don't talk nonsense."
The more Gao Haining acted this way, the more excited the group became, and they all started talking without restraint.
"Old Xiao, if you had a beautiful, tender young wife at home, wouldn't you miss her?"
"I bet Haining can't sleep tonight because he's thinking about his wife so much!" The people around him chimed in.
"No, no, I didn't." Gao Haining blushed and stammered as these people teased her.
When Sheng Xiping saw Gao Haining's clumsy appearance, he couldn't help but sigh.
This silly boy, the more you hesitate to admit it, the more these people will make fun of you.
"Master Xiao, I remember your aunt, she's thirty-five this year, right?"
Women this age are something else, Uncle Xiao, can you handle them?
When we went down the mountain last year for the Spring Festival, it seems that Uncle Xiao hadn't gotten up by noon the next day. Maybe someone had cornered him in bed?
I wonder if Uncle Xiao will still be alive when we go back home this year? Will he be unable to get up again?
Lie Da Biao? It's just a contest of who has the thickest skin.
How old is Sheng Xiping in both his lifetimes combined? Why are you playing this game in front of him?
Sure enough, as soon as he said that, the worker surnamed Xiao immediately lost face.
He married late, in his thirties, and the couple was ten years apart in age.
At his age, it's not that he's losing his strength, but dealing with his shrewish wife at home is still a bit daunting.
"Xiping, you're an unmarried young man, but you've got quite the thick skin. You dare to say anything."
Old Xiao was speechless after hearing Sheng Xiping's words, and he lost face.
"Hey, isn't this just a joke?"
If Uncle Xiao can make fun of Haining and his new wife, then what about what others say about you and your aunt?
Sheng Xiping looked indifferent; compared to him, these people were no match for his thick skin.
This caused a burst of laughter from the crowd that nearly blew the roof off the cafeteria.
It's just a pastime to amuse everyone, nothing to be taken seriously.
Amidst the laughter of the crowd, time flew by, and after eight o'clock, everyone went back to their dormitories to sleep.
After being disciplined by Zhao Limin, Li Dazhuang became much more obedient, working normally every day and no longer daring to slack off.
The lumberjack fells trees, and his assistant trims branches.
If it is a mechanized timber collection and assembly line operation, the logs can be directly secured with locking straps, dragged to the loading yard by a timber collection tractor, loaded directly onto the log trolley, and transported to the forestry bureau's timber storage yard.
However, Sheng Xiping and his team were doing log sizing work, and it was done manually.
This requires an additional material preparation process.
This involves setting aside a reserve length based on the type and length of timber required by the company, and then cutting the logs into smaller pieces to facilitate subsequent timber collection.
The requirement for timber production is to produce as many long timbers as possible and as few short timbers as possible.
Most of the tools used for lumbering were chainsaws, but the educated youth team didn't have enough chainsaws available, so they used curved-handle saws instead.
After the material processing, the next step is to collect the materials.
Manual timber collection is essentially carrying large logs. A team of six to eight people uses special tools to lift logs four to six meters long and transport them to a designated location.
When lifting logs, the thicker end should be in front and the narrower end behind.
The big log has eight people and four sets of levers, while the small log has six people and three sets of levers.
The wooden poles used to lift the logs are thin at both ends and thick in the middle, with a thick nylon rope tied to a groove in the middle. The lower end of the rope has a specially made steel hook.
Two people, one at each end, draped the pole over their shoulders, holding the end of the pole with one hand to prevent it from slipping off their shoulders, and holding the hook with the other.
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