Siheyuan: Bringing Warehouses to 1959

Zeng Wangcai was scheming to use the tiger's skin as an excuse. He had no intention, nor did he expect to hide it from a person of Old Man Yang's level. Besides, he was also laying the groundwork for what he would say later.

Zeng Wangcai chuckled and said frankly: "You can see that I did it on purpose. If I go with you, it will be less difficult to do production in the army in the future."

It is important to engage in production within the army.

Speaking requires art. If you can't open your mouth, it will be difficult. You have to think of ways to solve the problem.

Using the tiger's skin as an excuse is what Zeng Wangcai is hinting at.

"What? Do you think you can't produce with peace of mind if I don't give you good weapons and equipment?" Old man Yang chuckled.

Zeng Wangcai curled his lips secretly: "Don't you think it's wrong to do production in the army?"

"Haha, that's not what you said to Lao Liu at the time." Old Man Yang didn't care about Zeng Wangcai's little trick. "What you meant at the time was that if you do production in society and it's too big, you will be given more tasks, right? You don't have to be afraid in the army. Orders are orders. There are also people doing production in the army, people doing breeding in the logistics department, and people doing farming. It's not surprising."

Zeng Wangcai didn’t know if there were people farming, but there must be people raising pigs.

What he was worried about was the orders. Ten thousand kilograms was an order, and twenty thousand kilograms was also an order. His bottom line was ten thousand kilograms, and any more was useless.

This is his bottom line and also his insurance. He feels that he cannot pin all his hopes on the conscience of others, right?

"To be honest, I'm talking to you in private now. Ten thousand kilograms is not easy. I don't know who gave you the illusion that I could get ten thousand kilograms of supplies in a month with more than thirty people." Zeng Wangcai said.

"You lead five or six people and catch more than a thousand kilograms of fish a day. With more than thirty people, that means ten thousand kilograms of fish a month. Is it difficult?" Old man Yang turned his head to look at Zeng Wangcai and stopped.

Zeng Wangcai stopped and looked directly at Old Man Yang: "To be honest, it's difficult! Fishing is a technical job, and there is a lot of luck involved. If you go to a place with water now, you will see crowds of people everywhere, all hoping that God will give them meat to eat.

If we are unlucky, we will fail to complete the mission. It doesn't matter whether we are punished or not. What do you think those new soldiers like me will think? "

Old man Yang didn't need to look at all. Now, wherever there is water and people, there are crowds of people. To put it nicely, they are fishing, but to put it bluntly, they are really hoping for God's reward.

"Oh..." Old man Yang sighed suddenly. In his heart, he still hoped that Zeng Wangcai would be different and be able to accomplish great things.

It seems that he is not a strange person!

He sighed and said, "Then why did you accept the mission? Do you have other plans?"

"Yes, to be honest!" Zeng Wangcai suddenly became righteous, "I am also a member of the country. Since I have become a soldier, I must obey orders. I plan to ask my family to help. In case the mission cannot be completed, they can also help to get more.

"I decided to call the camp, uh... it would be more appropriate to call it a production base, in Miyun. One reason is that there is a big lake in Miyun, and I can always find a place with few people by the lake. Another reason is that Miyun is closer to Sijiu City, so it is convenient for my family to travel there."

"Are you going to ask your family for help?" Old man Yang was moved.

"Yes, I don't have enough confidence in the new recruits. Although they each have their own strengths, this is not a place they are familiar with after all. If they are slow to get started, they will be delayed in completing the mission.

"My second uncle is a good trapper. There are mountains and forests in Miyun, which is suitable for him to use. At most, he can catch more than ten pheasants at a time.

"My unmarried daughter-in-law is more capable. She fishes and catches shrimps, and grows crops and picks mushrooms..."

In Zeng Wangcai's words, apart from his parents, everyone in his second uncle's family is a good worker, as if the task can be accomplished with their help.

Old Man Yang misunderstood as he listened: "You don't want them to join the army, do you?"

"Uh, no..." Zeng Wangcai was shocked. He didn't have this idea. He couldn't put all his eggs in one basket. "I just want them to come over and help with the work outside the camp. They don't want money or treatment. They just want to sell the materials they get to the purchasing station in exchange for some living expenses. Now the canteen in the village can't operate anymore. There is not enough food. My second uncle's family has several children, and my grandmother is also in their house... My fiancée is even worse, she has no job..."

Zeng Wangcai swore that he was not trying to gain sympathy and that he was telling the truth. Zengzhuang had good conditions, but the task of delivering grain was heavier, and other dishes also had to be supplied to the commune. If he had not helped twice, the canteen would have collapsed long ago.

If I leave now, how long can the family's money last? Will it all depend on my future daughter-in-law alone?

Old man Yang's face was full of sighs, he knew that Zeng Wangcai was telling the truth.

"If they can help, that's fine. You're not a combat unit anyway." Old Man Yang thought for a moment and said, "How about this, there's no need to bother. Our military district will take the supplies they obtained, and let your division's logistics department take them."

A military region, a large military region, purchased a little bit of personal supplies, the quantity was not large, and it was a special case, so Old Man Yang thought it was not a big deal, it did not violate the regulations, and it was okay to make a loophole. After all, it was purchased at a regular price, not robbing.

Zeng Wangcai wanted this opportunity: "Thank you, Chief. I will tell Minister Liu what you said and I will tell him when I go back. There is one more thing..."

Now it has been distributed, it has really been distributed, and a huge amount of supplies has a place to go.

You can't sell too much to the army, but you can sell it to various agencies in the city. This is a serious endorsement from the army...

"I plan to start a vegetable garden and cultivate the land after the beginning of the year. None of these violate the regulations, right? Also, my second uncle's organizational affiliation belongs to the commune..." Zeng Wangcai muttered, talking about his last concern, which was the issue of qualifications.

These were no problem for Old Man Yang, and he solved them easily.

In short, it's a green light all the way, as long as we can raise 10,000 kilograms of supplies in a month.

Afterwards, the two returned to the logistics department. Zeng Wangcai took advantage of the fact that Old Man Yang was still there and finalized the purchase of materials in front of him and finalized everything.

This almost confused Liu Youren. He couldn't complete the task of delivering 10,000 kilograms of supplies in a month, so he had to purchase supplies from individuals?

You are the chief's biological son, this backdoor is outrageous...

Zeng Wangcai was unaware of Liu Youren’s misunderstanding, he just emphasized that Zhang Xiuzhi had the purchasing target.

Liu Youren felt relieved when he heard that there were only two people. However, the misunderstanding still existed. He thought that Zeng Wangcai was unable to complete the task and the leader gave him convenience.

With Old Man Yang's death, things became simple afterwards. After Old Man Yang and his men left, the logistics department began to distribute supplies to the first platoon.

Guns and ammunition, sufficient bullets, new guns directly; three vehicles, as long as they are not tanks, you can take whichever one you like...

On the way back to the barracks, Zeng Wangcai was driving. In the back of the car were standing excited soldiers. In the passenger seat, Zheng Yilin and Xiao Bao were huddled together in disbelief.

"Xiao Linzi, let's go back to the meeting. We have to decide who will drive the car first. We can't always ask me, a platoon leader, to be your driver..."

Zheng Yilin was stunned. Xiao Linzi? Why does this address sound like father-in-law? It was Da Linzi before.

But when it comes to holding meetings, Zheng Yilin also feels it is necessary.

Zeng Wangcai planned to follow Chen Deliang's advice and unify the team's thoughts. After that, he quickly wrote a letter back to Zhang Xiuzhi to tell her the good news. At the same time, he asked him to notify his second uncle and Xiaohu to find Zeng Laosan to complete the relevant procedures.

However, Zeng Wangcai didn't know how to write a letter, which is an ancient activity. Should he write at the beginning: Dear Xiuzhi?