Siheyuan: Bringing Warehouses to 1959

To be honest, after seeing Zeng Wangcai's arrangements, Liu Youren felt from the bottom of his heart that it was ingenious to combine training and production together.

Is this arrangement good?

OK, but only if you get the desired result.

Liu Youren couldn't sit still anymore, so he stood up and looked at the lake, but he couldn't see it clearly.

He found that, regardless of other things, the distance at which the soldiers threw grenades was really far, definitely much higher than the average distance of the entire army.

He couldn't imagine that the diet of the entire platoon of soldiers was almost exactly the same as what they ate on the day he arrived. They were all seventeen or eighteen years old and full of energy. With rich nutrition and sufficient training, it would be strange if they didn't make any progress.

"Everyone, all the grenades are gone..." Zeng Wangcai shouted.

He didn't know how many fish he could catch, and he didn't dare go to the lake to watch. It would be funny if any soldier made a mistake.

At this time, the lake was covered with smoke and water, and the situation was completely unclear. No matter how good your eyesight was, it was useless.

The classes went up one by one, two people in a row, and took turns throwing the bombs. Zeng Wangcai and Zheng Yilin stood on either side of the bombing point to prevent any accidents.

But as expected, the soldiers performed very well. Their accuracy was a little lacking, but their distance was impeccable.

I don't know how long the explosion lasted. After the last grenade was thrown, the lake gradually returned to calm. As the cold wind blew, I could slowly see the situation on the lake clearly.

"It's over, it's over, Zeng Wangcai, you're done!" Liu Youren squinted his eyes and looked at the lake, his heart sank as he said, "It's all ice, there are very few fish..."

"Minister, what are you looking at?" Zeng Wangcai rolled his eyes. "That's fish belly white, okay? What ice cubes? I declare that our mission is accomplished!

"Lin Fusheng!"

"To!"

"Take some people down to catch fish!"

"Yes!"

People with good eyesight could already see that the lake was filled with fish, too numerous to count.

Lin Fusheng excitedly took a group of soldiers onto two small boats, assigned some people to row the boats, and the rest to catch fish and throw them onto the boats.

Soon, the first wave of fishing was over and the boat was not able to carry enough fish if it continued to fish.

"Really...really fish..." Liu Youren looked at the first batch of fish coming back, his mouth wide open, unable to close for a long time.

This scene was beyond his understanding. Are there so many fish in the lake that they can be blown up with a grenade?

No, no, there is a lake in the military district, and there are soldiers fishing there, but we didn’t see so many fish caught. How much effort did it take?

"Minister, stop watching. It's very cold. Let the comrades from the logistics department take over. Let's go through the city!" Zeng Wangcai reminded the dazed Liu Youren.

"Oh oh oh..." Liu Youren woke up in shock and ran quickly to the camp. Soon he called for people and a truck.

The rest is simple: weigh, record, and then load.

Except for the soldiers on guard, all the soldiers in the row happily helped out, working together with the people from the logistics department. They worked hard for several hours, not even having time to eat, to load the fish into the truck.

Zheng Yilin was no longer able to take time to be shocked. He stood beside the soldier in charge of recording in the logistics department and watched him add up the numbers one by one.

"Hey, hey, hey, do you know how to do the math? Just now it was 4,671.8 jins, plus 1,145.4 liangs. You added it wrong..." Zheng Yilin also had a notebook in his hand. When he found something wrong, he immediately reminded the people in the logistics department.

The people from the logistics department corrected it with a sneer.

At this time, more than 4,000 kilograms of fish had been caught, but there were still many in the lake.

There is no doubt that the mission was accomplished this time, with some surplus.

Finally, before dark, the numbers came out. A total of more than 11,700 kilograms of fish were fried up, most of which were big fish, weighing more than 70 kilograms.

Zeng Wangcai didn’t know how many fish had not been fried out, he just knew that there were definitely a lot left.

"You are awesome!" Liu Youren said happily, "This time our division has earned a lot of respect in front of the military commanders and has exceeded the mission targets.

"Everyone, please work harder and load the truck quickly. We will go back overnight to report the good news..."

Load all?

"Wait a minute!" Zeng Wangcai raised his hand to stop Liu Youren, "What do you mean by loading everything? We loaded more than 3,000 kilograms before, and now we only need to load more than 6,000 kilograms. Leave the rest for us. Our task is to load 10,000 kilograms."

"No, why not pack them all back?" Liu Youren pretended to be careless and coaxed Zeng Wangcai, "Listen to me and give them all to the division headquarters. This way you will definitely be rewarded. You still have a lake here, right? I will send you twice as many grenades later."

Confused!

Even if you only give 10,000 kilograms, you can’t escape the reward!

Zeng Wangcai refused to be seduced. "No, just 10,000. You won't give me one more pound. Think about your attitude before. If we fail to complete our mission next month, will you still treat us like this? The rest is for our mission next month. The commander didn't say that we should hand in all the extra harvest."

If he hadn't been unsure, Zeng Wangcai wouldn't have caught so many. But he didn't think it was a big problem. As long as he could keep the goal of 10,000 kilograms and take Old Man Yang's prior promise as his defense, the extra fish would actually prove the ability of the whole group.

"Zeng Wangcai, we can't say that, you listen to me..."

"Don't listen, don't listen, you bastard is chanting sutras!"

"..."

I went to the wrong place, didn't I?

Is this still a military camp?

Are you still a platoon leader?

Liu Youren was so confused by Zeng Wangcai's jokes that he didn't know how to persuade him.

"How about this, Minister? Let's go back to the division headquarters together. As long as the leader gives the order, the logistics department doesn't need to bring the extra things. I can deliver them myself!" Zeng Wangcai said seriously.

Anyway, he had planned to go back and turn in the task, gain experience, and get the reward.

Putting aside other things, does the issue of military rank need to be resolved?

Who has seen a private platoon leader?

Liu Youren could only agree and couldn't force it since it was the leader who said so. However, he felt that under the current circumstances, the leader would definitely take back the extra fish.

Loading, 10,000 kilograms of supplies, two trucks.

Zeng Wangcai and Zheng Yilin once again set out on the road back to the division headquarters, but this time was different. Zheng Yilin was so excited that he kept talking all the way.

"Awesome platoon leader, awesome platoon leader..."

Zheng Yilin kept saying these few words over and over again. His mood could no longer be expressed in other words, just like in later generations, when the word "fuck" could represent everything.

"Dalinzi, when we go back this time, do you think our military rank problem will be solved?" Zeng Wangcai didn't quite understand the military's routines, so he asked in advance.

"That's a must!" Zheng Yilin laughed, "Otherwise why would I be so happy? In peacetime, it's difficult to get promoted in military rank."

"I know it's difficult, but what do you think our military ranks will be?" Zeng Wangcai asked again. He was more concerned about this.

"The general situation is like this." Zheng Yilin talked about this like the back of his hand. "The platoon leader corresponds to a second lieutenant or a first lieutenant. The deputy platoon leader is the lowest-ranking officer, usually one level lower than the platoon leader. If you are a second lieutenant, then I am a warrant officer!"

Zeng Wangcai knew that the deputy platoon leader and the warrant officer were products of the times and would disappear in the long river of history after a while.

"What rank should we hold?"

"I think you're a second lieutenant and I'm a warrant officer."

"It's a bit... low!"

"Be content. We have only been in the army for a short time, and we are already second lieutenant and warrant officer. This is an exceptional case. What higher standards do we need?"

Chatting about this along the way, the convoy entered the military area at midnight.

After daybreak, Liu Youren could not wait to report to the division headquarters: a great harvest.

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