Jiang Yun and Qu Renjie had a private conversation.
This is the rule on the grassland. Respected masters with special abilities only meet with guests individually. No one dares to inquire about their "secrets" that do not belong to them.
Although Wang Weiguo did not believe what the herdsmen said, he was still a little curious because they described Jiang Jun as so miraculous.
"They are in awe of everything unknown! They will deify everyone they want to be grateful to!" Jiang Jun easily explained it with the word "superstition".
Wang Weiguo believed this reason, and basically everyone in the communications company believed it.
Ever since they installed telephone lines on the grassland, the herders have had a mixture of admiration and enthusiasm for them.
For example, children from herders' families often hear voices coming from the telephone and curiously circle around the phone, looking for the person who is talking.
For example, if they encounter herders in trouble, they will help them to the best of their ability.
After Jiang Jun said this, they also felt that it was true.
I suddenly felt that I was also very honored.
However, the company commander Lin Anping did not dare to assign Jiang Yun any more missions outside.
Jiang Jun and He Xiangdong are the delicate flowers of the communications company, and they are also the big red flowers that bring honor to the communications company. They must be protected!
Jiang Jun didn't want to. She came to the communications company for the benefit of being able to go anywhere. How could she not go out?
The soldiers also refused to do this. How could they demonstrate their diligence and excellence if they did not take female soldiers with them when they went out?
The communications company consists of two platoons, four squads and a motor vehicle squad.
The soldiers often walk on the prairie, and their minds are as broad as the prairie, and their personalities are as unrestrained as the people on the prairie.
It is this kind of character and mentality that makes them particularly able to endure hardships when they are on a mission, and they can also find joy in hardship when they are not on a mission, making the company very lively.
In the rush to apply to take Jiang Yun and the other girl on the mission, the soldiers from several squads came up with various tricks. Some promised the company commander that they would absolutely protect the female soldiers during the mission. Some secretly told the female soldiers that there were herdsmen herding sheep and horses in a certain place, and there was a desert in a certain place where the sand in the desert could sing. If you follow them, you can go there and see it...
Anyway, after hearing this, Jiang Jun wanted to be split in half and follow whichever class he was in.
Lin Anping was annoyed by the chatter of the squad leaders and threw the difficult question to Jiang Jun: "You decide for yourself, which squad should you go with?"
Jiang Yun: "I'm going to join the singing class!"
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After a brief silence, there was laughter: "Company Commander, let's have the party tonight!"
It’s great that you like playing various instruments and singing.
Their grassland communications company is full of talented people, and the performances they put on are even better than those of the art troupe's propaganda team.
Jiang Jun came up with an idea. She and He Xiangdong were in a group, the company commander and the instructor were in a group, and the two platoon leaders were in a group. There were three groups of judges in total. They would vote for the soldiers who performed the show, and the two of them would finally be ranked according to the scores and carry out the mission.
This idea was fresh and the company commander agreed immediately.
Several class leaders disagreed: "If we rank them like this, we can tell who's better without even performing. There are only a few who are truly talented."
Jiang Jun thought for a moment and said, "It doesn't have to be singing, dancing, or poetry recitation. Telling jokes or whistling will do. Just perform what you're best at. It doesn't matter what you perform. I guarantee you'll get a grade!"
The night falls late on the grassland, so they used the basketball court in the yard as a temporary performance venue. They moved a few high stools, put a few electric poles side by side, and tied them tightly with ropes to form the judges' table.
As for the audience, those in the front row can sit on small stools, while those in the back row can stand and watch.
Lin Anping sat with instructor Gong Ke, holding a piece of letter paper to keep score, and couldn't help laughing: "We usually keep score when playing poker and basketball, and now we can also keep score when watching the show. Not bad!"
The first to go on stage was Zhang Dashan, the soldier in Wang Weiguo's class who could speak Mongolian.
The young man looked quite shy, but he started singing as soon as he came up. He sang Mongolian very beautifully and even showed off his throat singing at the end.
Hey, Jiang Jun was the first to clap his hands and shout, "That's great! Five!"
This cheer made the soldiers who had not yet performed their programs excited. They all tried their best to perform well and try to get five points.
The next few soldiers, some who sang and some who spoke quick-paced, were all recognized as having high skills in the company, so naturally they all got five points.
Many soldiers are fine singing and dancing along normally, but when it comes to going on stage, they still feel a little nervous. They feel that what they know is not good enough and they will definitely not get five points.
Telephone operators Zu Zhuang and Song Baohua appeared together: "We can't sing or dance, nor can we tell crosstalk. Our specialty is memorizing telegraph codes. Leaders, please read a poem or an article, and we will write it down while listening, translating it into Morse code!"
Lin Anping specially introduced them: "Xiao Zu and Xiao Song represented our company in the military district competition and won first prize!"
He Xiangdong was amazed: "Oh my god, first prize! What a great honor!"
Jiang Jun knew Morse code and led the applause: "Good, good, good!"
These people have practiced their skills to this level, which shows that they have definitely put in a lot of effort. It is truly extraordinary.
The instructor was the most educated scholar in the company. He stood up without hesitation and recited a poem by a great man, "沁园春雪".
He read it so passionately, his momentum was not inferior to that of the host of Beijing TV Station!
The soldiers kept clapping, and Zu Zhuang and Song Baohua finished translating.
Jiang Jun and He Xiangdong were stunned. The level of this performance was almost the same as the performances of the General Political Department Song and Dance Troupe that they had seen!
The translated telegram draft was then reviewed by the operator team leader: "Report to the leader, everything is correct!"
The performance lasted for more than an hour, and all the programs were rated five points, and the winner was still undecided.
Wang Weiguo came up with an idea: the more performances, the more points he could get. He immediately arranged for three soldiers in his class to take up tools and perform: "Our class will perform string pulling!"
Lin Anping agreed: "That's fine!"
The first team was rewarded for their fast wire pulling and good quality.
Three soldiers worked together, one holding a shovel to dig a hole, one holding a telephone pole to place it, and another soldier filling the hole with soil. It was actually a pantomime skit, the purpose of which was to show their technical level and enthusiasm for work.
Without exception, this show scored another five points.
Seeing that Class One was ahead, the soldiers in Class Two became anxious and nominated two soldiers to perform.
However, the soldiers of the second squad were a little shy, and only two of them came up. One of them used a shovel to perform digging, and the other used a shovel to perform filling.
Jiang Jun asked curiously, "Where's the soldier who put up the telegraph pole?"
The soldier holding the shovel pointed at the soldier from the second squad watching the show and said, "Your hand is cramped, so you didn't come!"
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