Take Arada back to the past

Chapter 503, Firing Guns

"Wang Jianjun, you will be comfortable from now on! No one will be watching you at work!"

On the way back, someone was joking with Wang Laoer.

Wang Lao Er rolled his eyes and said, "What nonsense are you talking about, little bastard?"

Zhou Yongjian smiled and joked: "I am not talking nonsense! Comrade Xie Honghua is the scorekeeper, she will definitely not care about you! Whether you can do the work or not, it's okay!"

Zhang Mingyuan shook his head: "Let me see! No, they will definitely watch more closely."

"Ha ha!"

Everyone burst into laughter.

Zhou Yongjian shook his head: "Think about it! There are so many people working. If we ignore him, we can let him go home to register his work points after he leaves the field! Don't you think so?"

"Yes!"

"that is!"

"Haha, Wang Laoer, you are blessed!"

Everyone was laughing and joking there.

The scorers also have to work, but they will finish work early and check the completion status of the work in various places.

But there are so many people working here, and they are scattered all over the place, so it is often difficult to register some of them.

You have to get off work, eat and go to the scorekeeper's house to register.

“Roll, roll, roll~~”

Wang Laoer was muttering there in anger and shame.

Naturally, everyone was not angry and went home with a smile.

"Thank you!"

Song Wenhui stood beside Yang Xiaole and said something to him.

Yang Xiaole took a look and smiled nonchalantly: "It's okay! Are you feeling better?"

"I'm a little better, but I don't have the strength! It may take a few days."

"Ah That's good!"

With well water, you will get better quickly!

"Yang Xiaole!"

While he was thinking, someone shouted at him.

Yang Xiaole turned his head and saw that it was someone from the production team, but he couldn't remember his name.

"Hey, what's up?"

"Team Four is here to deliver something. I want you to go over there."

Yang Xiaole shook his head upon hearing this: "Okay, got it! Thank you!"

After the other party finished speaking, he left.

Yang Xiaole looked at everyone and said, "You guys go back first, I still have things to do!"

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the yard.

"Captain Ma, send something!"

When I got closer, I saw Ma Sanquan waiting there.

The two deputy captains before were Gao Yifeng and Ma Sanquan in front of him.

The other party glanced at him and nodded: "Yes, straw felt..."

He just looked down on Yang Xiaole.

What can a outsider, especially a half-grown boy, do?

He is still a clerk.

I applied for twenty years before I was barely developed into a member.

Yang Xiaole didn't know what he was thinking.

He nodded and took the key into the yard.

At this time, there was already a donkey cart parked there, with a middle-aged man wearing a cotton jacket next to it.

We haven't met either.

I came to a warehouse at the edge and opened the door. Most of the things piled inside were straw mats.

Yang Xiaole held up the registration book and gestured to Ma Sanquan: "Let me count the number first. By the way, Captain Ma, how many are there in total?"

"There are 17 in total."

"Oh!"

Yang Xiaole responded and went over to count them.

This made Ma Sanquan frown.

"Do you need to take inventory?"

"Yes! This must be counted! Accountant Chen has instructed us to keep a clear record of everything that goes in and out of the warehouse."

Hearing him say this, Ma Sanquan took a deep breath.

"Do I need to fool people about this?"

Yang Xiaole naturally knew that the other party would not use this to fool people, but the problem was that this was a basic procedure!
He can't possibly not count everything that goes into the warehouse.

"That's not the case. Accountant Chen stipulated that if something goes wrong, come to me. I just took office, so I still have to be careful. Captain Ma, please take care of it. It will be quick!"

After a quick inventory, he said, "Okay, you can unload now."

Seeing this, Ma Sanquan followed the people next to him to unload the goods.

Things were piled there.

After finishing it, he signed, issued a receipt, and left angrily.

Yang Xiaole rolled his eyes: "I'm so bored! What do you think I want?"

Close the door and lock it.

Walking towards the educated youth point.

Today is the Little New Year, but people don’t have the Little New Year atmosphere. After all, the food has not arrived yet, and they dare not eat too much.

You have to wait until the Chinese New Year to eat tofu.

……

For several days, apart from the meeting, it seemed that there was nothing important happening in the team.

The 25th day of the twelfth lunar month.

A festive day in the village.

We are slaughtering the New Year pig today, together with the black bear from last time.

Killing the New Year pig means a lot to the village.

It was also very lively.

But this time the slaughter of the New Year pig was particularly shabby.

There was only one pig in a production team, and the pig was not particularly fat, weighing only about 1 kilograms.

It barely meets the standards for sale.

This is why the pork grading indicators were lowered during the difficult period in the past few years.

Otherwise, it can be rated third class at best.

There are naturally professionals who can slaughter pigs.

But what everyone wanted to see was the big black bear.

"Hey, Xiaole, how much meat can this pig produce? How much can each person in our production team get?"

Feng Aijun watched the pig being slaughtered and asked in a low voice.

Yang Xiaole made a silent estimate in his mind.

Said: "I estimate it to be around fifty or sixty kilograms! More than two ounces per person."

The meat yield of native pigs is too low. The fatter the pigs, the higher the meat yield, and vice versa, the thinner the pigs, the lower the meat yield.

The meat yield of native pigs is generally between 30% and 60%.

The reason why few people raise pigs now is that the meat yield of foreign pigs was too high after entering the Chinese market.

The cattle are marketed quickly and the meat yield is high.

Naturally, few people raise native pigs.

It was only later when the economy improved and everyone wanted to eat local pork that the population began to increase, and many local pigs became extinct.

As a result, there are very few purebred native pigs left.

"Such a small amount! This is a year's supply! Fortunately, we have this blind bear."

Feng Aijun was muttering nearby.

This amount is not even as much as what you get in the city in half a month.

In the city, there is a monthly ration of 6 taels to 1 jin, and in the inner city, you can eat as much as you want, provided you can afford it.

"That lousy thing did it."

Tiehua next to him suddenly said something.

"Huo! Can you please make some noise when you come over here?"

Feng Aijun was shocked.

Xie Honghua glanced at him and said, "It's shameful for a grown man to be so timid."

"Tsk tsk, go over there, the master is over there!"

Feng Aijun pointed at Wang Laoer who was slipping away not far away and muttered something.

Xie Honghua took a look and took a deep breath, but didn't really go over.

Feng Aijun asked in a low voice: "You mean the surname is Gao? The one from the commune?"

"If it's not that thing, who else can it be? Other communes buy one pig each, but we don't have even one. This is the only pig for the whole production team. There's nothing to share. Come back in two days and go into the mountains..."

Halfway through, she suddenly shut up.

"Hey, why are you going into the mountains? Tell me!"

Feng Aijun was curious when he heard this, and his first reaction was hunting. Yang Xiaole was watching people slaughtering pigs, and many people were helping.

"Yang Xiaole, come here!"

Suddenly, a voice brought Yang Xiaole back to his senses.

"Hey, I'm here! What are you getting?"

Damn, his scalp goes numb every time he hears someone calling his name these days!
The one who answered him was Xie Honglin.

"The captain is waiting for you. He said the commune has notified us to get guns."

Hearing this, Yang Xiaole was stunned for a moment.

Then he responded: "Oh, OK, I'll go right away."

"What? Guns fired?"

The educated youth group was in an uproar.

There was a lot of discussion immediately.

Started asking.

Yang Xiaole quickly arrived at the place and saw Xie Laosi and Xie Hongbing waiting there, there was no one else.

"Captain, what's going on?"

Asked quickly.

He was very happy to have the opportunity to carry a gun openly. He was always so sneaky, and he would not be happy even if he had a nuclear bomb.

Of course, he has money and a good family.

You can buy it at the department store in the commune.

The problem is, that thing is a shotgun and it's too weak.

Seeing his happy look, Xie Lao Si smiled and said, "I guess Lin Zi told you that the commune has approved the list. They will give you a brief notice and you can go and get your guns. We will drive you there in a carriage when the time comes."

"Oh, what about the other production teams?"

"I've sent someone to notify them. Because the matter was special, they didn't announce it over the loudspeaker. I'll show you the personnel list now. Get ready. We'll call the educated youth to a meeting later."

As he spoke, he handed him a list to look at.

It’s still the list from that day.

But there was one more person named Feng Aijun, and I didn’t expect that he actually passed.

But think about it.

Brigade.

Unless the problem is very serious, the report will generally be approved.

"Okay! I'll go back and tell them! Call them over."

But no need to shout, they are all here.

Sure enough, when the door opened, I saw a group of people gathered outside.

"Hey, Xiaole, what's going on? Fire your guns!"

Wang Laoer looked at him and said something.

Yang Xiaole looked inside and said, "Okay, let's go to the meeting room next door."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone rushed to the next room.

Then Xie Laosi and a few others came over.

They thought that this was a matter of little importance to the militia and the production team, and that only the militia company commander and the team leader needed to be present, and no one else was needed.

After coming in, everyone was tidying up the table.

Then everyone sat together.

The top is naturally where Xie Laosi speaks.

Yang Xiaole also sat down.

Xie Laosi stood on the stage, holding a piece of paper and muttering: "The highest instruction: ... Congratulations to our Fenghuangtun First Production Team, the militia youth who was admitted: Comrade Yang Xiaole."

"Clap clap clap!"

The people below applauded.

"Comrade Zhao Weibing, Zhang Mingyuan, Zhou Yongjian, Feng Aijun, Liu Jinlian, Liu Yan..."

The series of applause suddenly stopped.

Then I heard someone muttering, "Captain, what about us? Are there only a few of us?"

They don't have anyone from Shandong.

Xie Laosi took the note and said, "The personnel will be decided by our superiors, but don't worry, there may be opportunities in the future..."

The chosen person feels happy.

Those who were not selected were naturally discouraged.

Feng Aijun said excitedly: "Xiao Le, Xiao Le, I was chosen!"

He thought he had no chance!

Wang Jianjun said sourly: "Most of them are from your BJ City."

This time Feng Aijun did not refute.

There's no need to act ungrateful after getting an advantage.

"Okay, get ready. The car has been prepared. Someone will drive you to the meeting soon. Listen to Captain Xie on the way. If anyone gets into trouble, get off."

When everyone saw this, they looked at each other!

A moment of discouragement.

Those whose names were not called naturally prepared to leave.

Xie Laosi thought of something and said, "Oh, right, you educated youth are all here, let me tell you something."

Everyone stopped again.

"It's like this. The commune sent a newspaper calling for a life-saving Spring Festival. The podium at the entrance of the village and the walls of the houses should be painted with white lime and written with red words and slogans. You educated youth will also have to come and do this.

By the way, you guys should discuss it and decide whether to sing a model opera. It will be held at the entrance of the village on the 30th. At that time, all the people in the brigade will come, and each production team will need a program. "

Everyone, look at me and I look at you!
Seeing this, Xie Laosi waved his hands and said, "Okay, let's go back first!"

After hearing this, everyone left.

Yang Xiaole looked at the time. It was ten o'clock in the morning. If he took a horse-drawn carriage, there wouldn't be many people on the carriage, so he would arrive around noon.

Then seven people went out and waited in the yard.

After a while, Uncle Xu and Xie Honglin came over, each pulling a horse.

However, Uncle Xu will not go this time, and Xie Hongbing will lead the team instead.

After a while, people from several other production teams drove over in horse-drawn carriages.

The scene became lively.

"Song Liang!"

Yang Xiaole looked at someone coming over and greeted him with a smile.

The other party was one of the two temporary platoon leaders during the last training session, the other one was naturally Zhao Weibing.

Song Liang was not an educated youth from BJ, but from Shandong.

After coming here, he was also very happy: "It has been a few days since the notice came. I was so anxious, but it finally came."

Yang Xiaole smiled and said, "This is fast enough."

The execution ability of this era is extremely high, unlike in later generations.

Of course, this comes at a price.

There will be many problems.

For example, in terms of logistics, sometimes we cannot keep up, but we will still try our best to cooperate.

Seeing this, Xie Hongbing said, "Okay, let's all get our cars. Your production teams will drive their own cars. Let's go!"

With an order, the convoy set off.

When other production teams came, they also came in horse-drawn carriages.

Depart at half past ten.

Around half past twelve, the convoy arrived at the People's Armed Forces Department, where the last meeting was held.

They are from a relatively distant commune, and are always the last to arrive.

After gathering, Xie Hongbing went to find someone to ask about the situation.

When I came back a little while later, I was told to get my guns and bullets first, as a militia meeting would be held at 3 o'clock.

Everyone then went to the warehouse to register for guns and bullets.

Each person has a gun and thirty bullets.

The bullets cannot be unpacked or loaded now.

After the meeting, you can open the seal only when you return to the village.

These are all registered. If bullets are consumed, a report needs to be written, stating how and when they were used.

Except for concentrated training.

But after receiving the items, Feng Aijun said directly: "Why is there a Type 53 cavalry rifle?"

After receiving the items, the others looked at them curiously.

Yang Xiaole took a look and said, "Not bad. Didn't you see that some companies still have Type 38 rifles? What kind of gun is that?"

He pointed at one of the old-fashioned guns and asked.

Feng Aijun took a look and said, "Oh, it looks like the American Springfield rifle, also chambered for 7.62mm bullets."

This was the first time Yang Xiaole heard this name.

It can be seen that the guns in the venue are still quite messy.

There are many kinds.

They are all retired guns.

But it's already pretty good, much better than a rifle.

(End of this chapter)