Fengcheng old events

Chapter 278 Can't You Write More?
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The whistle blew, and a group of birds in the quiet woods were startled in the morning light, and flew into the sky.

Sleepy-eyed recruits emerged from an army-green tent one by one, and ran to the river to wash their faces and brush their teeth.

The cooking class has prepared breakfast, steamed buns, and vegetable soup.The steamed buns can stick to the wall without falling off, and the vegetable soup is just vegetable soup, with no meat and very little oil.

The recruits were all dirty and wet, and the towels hung around their necks were yellow and curled.

The water here is yellow.

This is a recruit training camp deep in a dense forest in the mountains of Xing'an Mountains.The task of the recruits is to cut down trees every day, and then carry the felled trees out to be pulled away by cars.

The country wants to open a road here.

This is a recruit group, or a large group. It is said that this group of recruits from the entire Northeast is here, but no one knows whether it is true, anyway, this is their group.

Zhang Xingjun squatted by the river, quickly brushed his teeth, washed his face, wiped his face with a hard yellow towel, ran back to the tent, put away the washing utensils, came out and rushed to the cafeteria, the largest tent in the camp. .

The composition of the new corps is a bit complicated, with Bengang soldiers, Anshan Iron and Steel soldiers, and local soldiers.The local soldiers are also divided into Liaoning soldiers, Jilin soldiers and HLJ local soldiers, plus veterans who lead the team, squad leaders, platoon leaders and company commanders, these grassroots cadres.

Fortunately, the recruits from the same place lived together without any disturbance, which made these young boys who had just left the house a little bit of support in their hearts, and at the same time they became more united.It can also be called Baotuan.

Every tent is mixed with recruits and veterans. The purpose of veterans is to take the lead, teach by precept and example, and also have the meaning of supervision and management.

Anyway, every recruit who sees any veteran has to call the squad leader, whether he is the squad leader or not.

Life here is very hard, I can’t eat well, I can’t sleep well, I’m wet and tired, and I don’t know the difference between day and night, I completely lose the concept of time, the whistle goes up, the whistle goes off, and I follow my comrades all day long, listening to the whistle work.

After eating, I took my tools, lined up and set off behind my comrades, went into the mountains to cut down trees, I don’t know how long I worked, I ate, continued to work, and then came back with the team, washed and ate, and lay down in the tent.

The clothes on my body are always wet, and so are the quilts and mattresses. Everyone is used to it. I am so tired every day. When I come back, I go into the tent and fall asleep on the bed, and I don’t even take off my clothes.

The weather here is very strange, basically there is no dark sky, even in the middle of the night I can still read and write.Even if it's dark, it's just a moment of effort, and it's over after a while.

The recruits are not allowed to bring anything except the clothes and tools issued, so no one knows the time, just follow the team to repeat the work mechanically every day.

There is a little free time before going to bed at night, and everyone gathers together to chat about family affairs, where are you from and where are I, and we get to know each other quickly, and because we all come from the same city, we are very close to each other .

We discussed how to write letters to everyone: what to write about the military camp, what to write about the cafeteria, what to write about what we eat every day, anyway, we didn’t tell the real situation here at home, and we tried our best to say it better.

"Hey, this bark can be used as paper, it's pretty good."

"Let me see."

"Where did you get it?"

"It's just the tree outside. It's everywhere. Birch, isn't it?"

"Go on the hour. It's good to write a letter to my family with this. I don't know if I can mail it."

"Yes, I will definitely mail it to your home."

A group of recruits ran out to peel the bark.Birch bark can indeed be used as paper, but it is a little thicker, but it does not affect writing.The inside is smooth and white, and the words written on it will not smudge.

"Someone lend me my pen. I lost my pen yesterday."

"Wait a minute, I'm writing."

"Why don't you take a break?" A question came from outside.

"Report, we're writing letters home, and we're going to bed when we're done."

"Be quieter. Be quiet."

"Xingjun, you asked your brother to write longer letters, and there is always not enough time for just one letter."

In this way, a letter written by birch bark came to Zhang Xinglong across thousands of mountains and rivers.

"Mom and Dad, Ermin, Xiaobing, see words like faces. I am here in recruit training, and I am a little tired, but everything is fine, the food is good and the house is good. The chief is also very concerned about us, you don't have to worry...

Ermin, can you write a longer reply letter? All comrades in arms are using your letter as a practice post. If it is less, it will not be enough. Can you write more?It always disappears after a few words..."

"Mom, what did my brother use to write this letter?" Zhang Xinglong took the bark to the big house and showed it to Liu Guixin.

"Oh my god, isn't this bark? Why are you using bark to write a letter? The army doesn't give you paper?"

Zhang Qingzhi took it over and looked at it: "The picture is fresh, they haven't seen this before, it's only there."

Liu Guixin smiled after reading the letter: "I also asked you to write more so that you can use it to practice calligraphy. You can write more, yes, I am looking forward to the letter at home. You can read it after just a few words." ?"

"What should be said, what else should I write? How can I write more?"

"Just chatting, as usual, at home, your grandpa, grandpa, neighbors, you are studying, your brother is doing it day by day, can't you write about it, can you make up stories?"

"You write carefully, and write better. Your brother is good at face, don't embarrass your brother."

Zhang Xinglong felt like he was writing [-] characters in elementary school again, a bit uncomfortable.

I wrote five or six letter papers in deep thought, but I really felt that I had nothing to write, so I didn't tell Liu Guixin, so I just folded them and stuffed them into a return envelope and sealed them.

At this moment, incoming letters from the army will bring a return envelope with the logo and seal of the army on it. Put the reply letter in here and seal it. You don't need to put a stamp on it and just hand it to the postman or put it in the mailbox.

Of course, you can also use your own envelope, and you can get it by post.

In the barracks, the messengers were the busiest when they were delivering letters. A group of middle-aged and middle-aged people who were thousands of miles away from home didn't miss home.I usually don't like seeing anything at home, but now I think that everything at home is good.

The ignorant ones became sensible, and the immature ones grew up. The kindness of parents and brothers seems to be condensed at this moment.

Everyone's letters from home will be passed on to each other, and none will be lost, as if they can feel something between the lines.

"Hey, it's a bit weird today. Didn't Xiao Si also write a letter? Why is there no movement?"

"Little Four, do you believe it?"...

"Damn it, you bastard, I said why did you hide it, there's a real match."

"Really?"

"is it?"

Everyone gathered around to read the letter together, laughing and laughing from time to time.

(End of this chapter)