The so-called generous reward is only relative. It is impossible that, as in later generations, someone would be rewarded with 10,000 or tens of thousands of yuan by the government for his bravery in doing good deeds.
At most it is in yuan, let alone thousands, even hundreds would be difficult.
In the end, the commune president rewarded Wang Jianguo with a brand new enamel basin and a red towel, both of which were printed with big red words: "Red Flag Commune Pest Control Hero".
This is a private customization. Although it is not worth much money, it is one-of-a-kind in the world and of extraordinary significance. After all, this honor is above everything else.
Wang Jianguo received a huge reward, so the people in the village were naturally very envious. When he walked into the village, many people came to see what this heroic basin looked like.
These two things are still very practical in rural areas. Many families have towels with many holes, but they are still using them.
When he got home, Wang Jianguo handed his wife a washbasin and towel with a white background and a red border, printed with the image of the Red Flag Commune's pest-eliminating hero.
"Wife, look! This is what the commune just gave me today." Wang Jianguo took out the new washbasin and towel.
Huang Yuelan smiled when she saw it.
Although there is no shortage of washbasins at home, who would complain about having too many things?
What's more, this kind of privately customized washbasin, which is also a personal honor, is even rarer, and others may not be able to buy it even if they spend a lot of money.
"My husband is really nice. This washbasin and towel are just right for our newborn baby. It can be considered as a newborn gift for them." Huang Yuelan knew that newborns have delicate skin, so she tried to use a clean washbasin herself.
When the time comes, use this basin to wash the baby's face, butt, etc., and then use this soft towel to dry it. It's perfect.
After listening to his wife's words, Wang Jianguo felt that his wife was very thoughtful and why he hadn't thought of it.
"My wife is right. Let's save them for our children." Wang Jianguo temporarily put the towel and washbasin on the shelf in the house.
As soon as I came out of the house, I heard a "whoosh whoosh" sound coming from the production team's loudspeaker.
This is Captain Fan Ming testing his sound. He habitually blows the flute a few times before he speaks and then starts giving the notice.
After a few blows, the captain's voice came from the loudspeaker: "Good morning, fellow villagers. It's the end of the year, and we are required to hold a militia competition. Please gather and train in the next few days and strive to get a good result..."
At that time, the number of militiamen was very large, probably tens of thousands across the country.
Most of the time, the militiamen work with the villagers in agricultural production, but when war breaks out, they become soldiers and have to go to the battlefield, which is somewhat similar to the ancient garrison system.
Each production team in Hongqi Commune had a militia company. The militia competition, as the name suggests, was for each production team to send its own militia company to the commune to participate in the competition.
Since we are participating in the competition on behalf of the production team, this is a matter of face for the production team.
After all, whoever comes first is glorious, and whoever comes last is shameful.
Although the militia competition is not held every year, it is held several times every few years. There is no doubt that the last place each time is none other than the First Production Brigade.
Why? The reason is simple.
Because the First Production Brigade had the smallest number of people, with only dozens of households in total and only a few militiamen.
But the other production teams had at least a hundred households, and the larger ones had at least five or six hundred households. Their total population was more than ten times that of the First Production Team. The militiamen selected were all very strong, so it would be hard not to win.
So every time there was a big competition, it was not certain which production team would win the first place, but no one could snatch the last place away.
As soon as Fan Ming received this notice, he started to feel scared.
After all, it is impossible not to participate. After all, this is a task assigned by the commune. Unless you are tired of being the team leader and turn a deaf ear to the orders from above, you have no choice but to do it.
When the captain returned home and saw the uneaten wild boar meat hanging on the wall, his eyes suddenly lit up.
He seemed to remember something, and his worries were instantly gone.
Why not let Wang Jianguo participate? Just recruit him into the militia company and let him participate in the militia competition as a militiaman. He may not win the championship, but he will definitely not be the last one.
After all, there are only a few competition events every year: target shooting, running, bayonet fighting, etc.
Although Wang Jianguo has never participated in systematic training, running is something that only requires legs.
Moreover, he had seen Wang Jianguo running, and he was very fast, like a gust of wind. Before he could even see him clearly, he had disappeared.
So as long as one project is pulled up, the overall situation will not be too bad.
He has only one goal, not to be first, but just to be not last.
"You want me to participate in the militia competition? But, captain, I'm not a militiaman in our production team?" Wang Jianguo said to captain Fan Ming.
The captain smiled and said, "What's the difference? From today on, you are a militiaman of our production team. The commander of the militia company has agreed!"
The commander of the militia company is not only responsible for the training of the militia in the village, but also for the recruitment of militia. Not to mention that he has to give face to the captain, Wang Jianguo's physical fitness makes him a good material for being a soldier. It is a pity not to recruit such a talent into the team.
The militia company commander Sun Dazhuang immediately agreed to the proposal of the team leader Fan Ming and was willing to recruit Wang Jianguo as a militiaman of the militia company of the first production team.
"But the house hasn't been built yet?" Wang Jianguo was in charge of the task of building the primary school building. Because several educated youth came to the village, the team leader Fan Ming was thinking of letting those educated youth become teachers and then building a few more classrooms in the village. In this way, the children in the village would have an education and would not have to go to the commune primary school.
Captain Fan Ming said: "This militia competition is urgent. You go and participate in this task first. I will arrange a few more people to come over to build the house."
Things like building a house can be done by anyone other than Wang Jianguo. Although they cannot compare with Wang Jianguo in moving wood, the problem can be solved by finding a few more people.
But when it comes to participating in the militia competition, no one can replace you.
Wang Jianguo jumped down from the beam easily and brushed off the dirt on his body. "Okay, Captain, I'll listen to you. But I've never participated before and I don't know anything. I need the company commander to teach me more."
"Don't worry, the company commander will definitely teach you. I believe you can do it!" Fan Ming patted Wang Jianguo on the shoulder and said confidently.
Wang Jianguo smiled and said, "Okay, Captain, I will do my best."
Don't be too sure. Wang Jianguo said he would try his best, and he will definitely try his best.
He is a person with a sense of responsibility and mission. As long as he is assigned a task, he will do his best to complete it and not let others down.
Besides, this competition is not just about personal reputation, but the reputation of the First Production Team. For the honor of the production team, he must fight bravely.
Wang Jianguo came to the militia training base, a small field with some wooden stakes and a gun made of wood, which was specially used for practicing bayonet fighting.
You definitely can't use a real bayonet. After all, it's very sharp and if you're not careful you might hurt your own people. It's not a joke.
So just practice with something made of wood, and you'll be fine once you master the movements.
"Wang Jianguo is here, welcome, welcome!" When the militia company commander Sun Dazhuang saw Wang Jianguo coming, he stepped forward to greet him.
Seeing Sun Dazhuang's smiling face, it can be seen that he admires Wang Jianguo very much and welcomes Wang Jianguo to join.
It’s just like when you were in school, the top students will be welcomed by teachers no matter which school they go to, but for the poor students, the teachers would wish you to transfer to another school so that they don’t lower the average score.
Although Wang Jianguo had not received any special training in target shooting, he did not shoot at fixed targets, but at flying animals and moving targets, and he used a bird gun, which is a homemade gun.
He could even hit wild animals with the most crude shotgun, so the guns used by the militia were even better. It was extremely easy for him to hit such fixed targets.
"Captain, why do you let him participate in the competition? He has never participated in any training. Cramming at the last minute will only lower our average score." One of the militiamen disliked Wang Jianguo.
He is just a savage, how can he be qualified to stand with these militiamen?
The militia company commander said nothing, but handed a gun to Wang Jianguo, "Wang Jianguo, try shooting at targets for us. I'll show you how."
With a 'bang', the militia company commander scored a good score of six rings.
Wang Jianguo took a look and nodded, then took the gun from the company commander, aimed at the target in front of him, and fired two shots directly. Each shot hit the center of the bull's eye, ten rings!
When others saw it, they were stunned!
Oh my goodness, their company commander can only hit six rings, and at his best he can only hit nine rings. Now this guy comes up and easily hits ten rings with two shots.
Isn't this a sharpshooter?
The company commander couldn't stop smiling after seeing Wang Jianguo's marksmanship, and clapped happily: "Good! Good! Excellent!"
"I didn't expect that there is a sharpshooter hidden in our production team. Once he does, it's amazing." Although Sun Dazhuang is not well educated, he is a righteous and broad-minded person. He will not be jealous of others just because they are better than himself.
Upon learning that Wang Jianguo was going to participate in the militia competition, Huang Yuelan also became interested and decided to go to the scene to watch and cheer.
Wang Jianguo was also very happy that his wife cheered for him, so he went to the commune in advance to buy some melon seeds and candies for Huang Yuelan. After all, the competition would not take long, and sitting on the stage would take a lot of time. Eating melon seeds and candies would help time pass faster.
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