Siheyuan: Bringing Warehouses to 1959

A row of makeshift camps.

The soldiers were in good spirits and each of them was given brand new equipment.

Although they didn't quite understand Zeng Wangcai's operations in the logistics department, it was normal for them as new recruits not to understand.

However, this did not prevent them from thinking that the platoon leader was very awesome, at least much more awesome than the deputy platoon leader. When the deputy platoon leader went there, he was given a fire stick and threatened that he would sign if he had the ability to drive away the car. But it turned out that the deputy platoon leader could not drive.

In their eyes, the platoon leader is different. When they go to the headquarters, they face the regimental-level minister and ask for supplies without being servile or arrogant. If you ask for a car, I will drive the tank for you...

Look, new supplies have arrived.

Although there was still rice, flour, grain, oil and twenty piglets that had not arrived, this did not prevent Zeng Wangcai from establishing prestige in front of the soldiers.

"Dalinzi, you see, I was right, nothing can stump my brother." Xiaobao said proudly in the barracks.

Zheng Yilin was too lazy to refute. In his opinion, Zeng Wangcai's only ability was in driving and operating a tank, and the rest was just thanks to Old Man Yang.

However, he also felt it was strange. Why did Old Man Yang, who had always been meticulous and aware, become a tiger skin for Zeng Wangcai?

"Hurry up and organize it so I can register!" Zheng Yilin said, holding a notebook. "I have a meeting tonight. Let's see how the platoon leader arranges it. Also, you have to call me deputy platoon leader. Do you understand?"

"Hey, Deputy Platoon Leader Dalinzi!" Xiaobao's main character is someone who follows advice easily.

The first batch of supplies was not large, mainly weapons and equipment. Because the educational level of the team was generally low, Zheng Yilin had to act as a recorder.

Zeng Wangcai went to the logistics department again, and he had to drive back two vehicles, a jeep and a truck.

In addition to these, radio stations and the like need people from the communications department to teach their usage.

In the evening, the first platoon went to the recruit company for dinner as usual. After a week, not only would they be leaving, but the recruit company would also be closing.

During this week, someone in the first platoon had to learn how to drive, someone had to learn how to use the radio, etc. After a week, they would set off to work on their own.

At night, the open space in front of the barracks was filled with thirty-six soldiers divided into three squads. Zeng Wangcai and Zheng Yilin were both standing.

The first meeting in a row begins.

"Comrades, let me first tell you the significance of the existence of our army..." Zeng Wangcai spoke out the core of his thought as soon as he opened his mouth. He learned this from Chen Deliang.

Other troops are all defending the country. Although we are also, the division of labor is very different. They train us to go fishing and catch shrimps every day, so we must educate us in this idea.

Zeng Wangcai held the roster and prepared to pick a few people to answer questions, so as to make a deeper impression on the soldiers.

"Third squad leader Xie An!"

"To!"

As Zeng Wangcai called out the name, a short, dark and thin young man stood up.

Three months of training have given this young man more of a military air, but he also retains a lot of the innocence of a rural person.

"Let me ask you, why did you join the army? What do you think about our team going into production soon?" Zeng Wangcai asked gently.

"Report to the platoon leader, I joined the army because... because I could have enough to eat!" When Xie An answered, he paused for a second or two, as if he was unsure of the answer, but didn't know how to answer.

He is a down-to-earth man. He attended many classes in the recruit company. The instructor said that one joins the army to defend the country. He wanted to answer this way, but then he thought, how can one defend the country by engaging in production?

Among the remaining thirty-five people, no one laughed, but their expressions relaxed.

Zeng Wangcai saw this and said, "Okay, sit down!"

Xie An sat down nervously, and then heard the platoon leader say: "Xie An's answer is not wrong. We serve in the army to defend our country, but do soldiers who defend their country have to eat?"

"I want to eat..."

"Oh, right, we need to eat! If we need to eat, someone has to guarantee the supply. The country is in trouble right now..."

After just a few words, Zheng Yilin looked at Zeng Wangcai with admiration. He thought this guy was very eloquent. He linked eating with defending the country. This could not only educate the soldiers, but also prevent them from having psychological burdens due to inadequate answers. How could a squad leader lead the soldiers in the squad if he couldn't answer the questions well?

Zeng Wangcai went into more depth on this issue before he finished speaking. He took the example of Xue Rengui in The Later Tang Dynasty and said that as long as one has strong skills, a fireman can also become successful.

These words made the soldiers excited. They believed that if they followed the platoon leader in production and trained well, they would be able to succeed one day.

Outside their barracks, Zhu Wei and Chen Deliang listened to Zeng Wangcai's speech at the meeting with their hands behind their backs.

"Old Chen, this guy is a talent. He's as good at talking as you are. He's a good instructor." Zhu Wei said regretfully, "What a pity. He should have been in our company."

"Yes, he is much better at talking than me." Chen Deliang smiled and recalled the past. "When I first started doing this, I was not as eloquent as him. Don't forget, he has only been in the army for three months. Now you can rest assured, the commander was right. He is indeed capable of leading a platoon."

It turned out that they were worried that Zeng Wangcai, the guy who almost became their soldier, might not be able to do a good job in ideological construction, so they came to take a look and planned to tell Zeng Wangcai if they had any suggestions after listening.

But it is not necessary now. Zeng Wangcai even brought out Xue Rengui's firemen, and the soldiers were just about to start making fire.

After unifying their thoughts, Zeng Wangcai looked down at the roster and asked, "Second squad leader Yutie, why did you join the army?"

This is what is meant by summary, and changes the question slightly.

A tall young man stood up and answered concisely: "Report to the platoon leader, hunt, get supplies, feed the army, and let them defend the country."

"Uh..." As if nothing is wrong, he will conclude, "Okay, sit down!"

Both squad leaders took the roll and reached a consensus, leaving only Class One.

"Squad Leader Lin Fusheng, tell me what you think!"

"Yes, Platoon Commander!"

Squad leader Lin Fusheng and squad leader Xie An are a bit similar. They are both very thin, but their skin is darker, so dark that it looks oily.

Lin Fusheng replied seriously: "It doesn't matter what kind of soldier you are, the gold will eventually run out..."

Wait a minute, gold will eventually run out, what does that mean?

Zeng Wangcai was stunned for a moment, then he remembered this guy's hometown, Lin Fusheng was from Hujian...

"Okay, sit down!"

After a long meeting, Zeng Wangcai unified the thinking of the troops and had a comprehensive understanding of the entire army. The first squad was good at fishing, the second squad was good at hunting, and the third squad was good at farming...

Simply put, it is a combination of fisherman, hunter and farmer.

He thinks it's not bad.

After the meeting, take a shower and rest.

Because it was a temporary barracks, the room where the first row was located was a large open room, and everyone spent the last seven days of the recruit company in the same room, including Zeng Wangcai.

The soldiers all went to bed. Zeng Wangcai came to the desk assigned to him alone, lit a kerosene lamp, and then spread out the letter paper on the desk.

"Look, our platoon leader is really capable. He is still studying so late at night."

"Is the platoon leader writing an article? I can't read!"

"I don't know. Look at the deputy platoon leader, he's smoking again..."

Zheng Yilin was very depressed and put away the cigarette angrily. "Can't you guys speak a little more quietly when you whisper?"

Then he could no longer sit still, so he stood up and slowly walked towards Zeng Wangcai from behind. He was also very curious about what Zeng Wangcai was writing.

As a result, when I walked over and saw the words Zeng Wangcai wrote on the paper, my face turned green on the spot...