On the morning of the seventh day of the first lunar month, Guo Qing, Long Fa, Xin Niu, and the others came to Hai Long's house again. They gave away the furniture in the courtyard one by one, dismantled the temporary stove in the courtyard, and cleaned the courtyard up. Then, everyone sat down and ate their breakfast before leaving.
After breakfast, Guo Qing stood under the big pagoda tree early in the morning, waiting for the captain to assign work. It was just the beginning of spring, and there was no serious work in the fields. Last winter, everyone braved the cold and set up camp in the fields three times a day. They did the leveling of the fields for a whole winter and renovated all the terraced fields and ditches in the team. After starting work in the spring, there were only two kinds of work. One was to deliver livestock manure to the ridge, and the other was to dig pond mud. It was freezing cold, and neither of the two jobs was easy to do.
On National Day, he was sent to deliver feces. When he came to the entrance of the breeding area, he saw a small mountain of animal feces that had been frozen into lumps. Guo Qing swung his two-toothed tiger and slashed it a few times, but only two white stubble marks were left, and his fingers were bleeding from the shock. These dung blocks had to be sent to the ridge more than two miles away from the village. Because the slope was steep and the road was narrow, it was too laborious to pull them with carts and flat carts, so they could only be carried by dung baskets. The people who carried the dung could only run four rounds in the morning.
National Day followed the crowd, carrying two baskets of animal dung, swaying up the ridge. The slope to the ridge was steep and not wide. Everyone lowered their heads and did not speak. They climbed up step by step. It did not seem to take much effort, but Guo Qing felt that he was too cowardly. Before he could walk halfway, he was panting. His throat felt as uncomfortable as eating chili. He had to rest two or three times when he reached the top of the slope. His shoulders were also in unbearable pain. When there was no one around, Guo Qing quietly unbuttoned his clothes and took a look. His shoulders were swollen like two red buns. It hurt so much that he couldn't even touch his hands, let alone the burden. However, he did not want to be outdone. He gritted his teeth and put the pole on his shoulder, pretending to be indifferent. However, for some reason, his situation was still seen by the Old Man Cai from the Poor Association, who was in charge of looking at the feces in the big box. The old man didn't say anything. Every time he filled his manure basket with manure, he would always fill a few shovels less. Guo Qing knew the old man's intentions and didn't say anything. He smiled and nodded at him. Just like that, he gritted his teeth and persisted until dark. When he went to bed at night, he took off his clothes. His shoulder was torn and his shirt was dyed red. He quietly found a piece of hemp paper and stuck it on it. Regardless of whether it hurt or not, he quickly fell asleep.
The next day, the bell rang. On National Day, after packing up the carrying pole and two baskets of brambles, he felt an unbearable pain when he pressed the carrying pole on his shoulder. But what could he do? He could say something cowardly to the captain and change to an easier job? Wouldn't others laugh at him to death? He put the carrying pole on his shoulder and walked out of the door towards the pagoda tree.
There weren't many people working under the big locust tree. Only the old man from the Elderly Poor Association and Chen Baoxing were squatting together and smoking. When they saw Guo Xing carrying two baskets out, they looked at each other and chuckled. Guo Qing knew that they were talking about him, so he smiled awkwardly and stood at the side.
At this moment, Captain Chen Baoxing smiled and said to Guo Qing,""Guo Wa, don't go to the ridge to deliver feces today. Go dig a pond. This way, if anything happens in the team, it'll be easier to look for you.”
Guo Qing was delighted when he heard that. He immediately turned around and sent the carrying pole and basket home. He carried a steel shovel and went to the pond to dig mud. Digging the pond mud might not hurt his shoulders, but it was not easy either. The black mud in the shallow part of the pond had been dug out. It had been dug deep into the pond. The mud was thicker, and the terrain was deeper. The surface was frozen hard, but the depths were black mud. On National Day, he wore two rain boots and stood in the mud, grinding and grinding to fill the small cart with pond mud.
After digging for another two days, when the pond mud was almost finished, the Commune sent a notice to all the teams to immediately prepare float cars, gongs, drums, and so on. They were going to enter the city to participate in the grand celebration on the closing day of the Ninth National Congress.
The next day, just as dawn broke, the National Day family had breakfast. Together with the club members, they put on new clothes and rushed to the county town as if they were visiting relatives. The village sent out a float and three squads of diamonds. National Day and Xin Niu carried a board with a big slogan with yellow calligraphy on it: " Warmly celebrate the victory of the Ninth National Congress of the Party!”。His mother and brother were standing in squads of diamonds, each holding a pennant made of colored paper. On that day, the celebratory teams from several nearby villages had all entered the city. The streets were crowded with people and the sound of gongs and drums could be heard. It was several times larger than the social fire during the Lantern Festival. Even though they had been running and shouting for the whole day, they were tired and hungry by the time it got dark. When they returned home, it was already dark, but everyone was still very excited.
Just as the spirit of the Ninth National Congress was being carried out, the Commune held a meeting of the various brigade officers to convey the new spirit of the higher-ups. It was said that the "Su Xiu" launched a sudden attack on the northeast border of our country in an attempt to occupy our "Zhenbao Island". A few days ago, during the Spring Festival, our People's Liberation Army fought a battle with the Soviet army on Zhenbao Island. He also said that the "Su Xiuxiu" was desperate and would probably drop an atomic bomb on our country. The leader of the Mao family had already issued a call to "dig a deep hole, accumulate food, and not seek hegemony". He wanted to fight a people's war with the "Su Xiuxiu" and was determined to beat down the arrogance of the "Su Xiuxiu". According to Guo Zhenshan, who came back from the meeting of the Commune, many factories will be moved from the coastal cities to our remote mountainous areas. Besides the military shoe factory and military uniform factory that have already been built in Longcheng County, we will also build a tank factory. We will immediately transfer labor from the various brigades to build a railway for the tank factory to support the "third line construction". A few days after he said this, the team sent a few young and strong young men who were not dragged down to report to the county's " Third Line Construction Command " and went to repair the railway for the tank factory.
One day, Guoqing's father brought back good news from the city. He said that the son of an old friend had recently been transferred from the army and was the deputy commander of the newly established "Third Line Construction Command" in the county. He promised to arrange a temporary staff to help him in the command. Dad brought up the news at dinner. He looked at his two sons and asked for their opinions with his eyes. At this moment, Guo Qing glanced at his younger brother, who had long wanted to go out and look for a job, and said,"Then let Jianshe go. Let's go out and have a try. Maybe there will be a future.”His father nodded with a smile and agreed. The younger brother was very happy. He went to the county the next day and found the " third-line command center." The deputy commander-in-chief immediately asked someone to write a letter of recommendation to the community, asking the younger brother to report to the county on the same day. The younger brother happily went to the community and the brigade to complete all the procedures. The next day, he reported to the city.
The series of changes that suddenly appeared in front of them almost confused everyone's minds. In the face of this tense and severe situation, Zhong Guoqing, as the accountant of the second production team of the Green Pine Ridge Brigade, did not panic. He knew where his position was. He was a member of the production team. His specific task was to do his accounting work well. At the same time, he should listen to the arrangement of the team leader and actively participate in the various farm work of the production team.
When they heard that there was going to be a war, the members panicked. Perhaps Su Xiu would really throw an atomic bomb. Although no one knew how powerful the atomic bomb was, it was still much more destructive than the bombs dropped from the Japanese planes. What should he do? We still have to act according to the spirit of Leader Mao's words of " digging deep holes, accumulating food, and not seeking hegemony." We should quickly dig a hole in the ground. If the atomic bomb comes, we should go into the tunnel. What can it do to us? Therefore, according to the task given by the Commune, the Green Pine Ridge Brigade planned to dig a main tunnel from the north to the south of the village, which was 8 feet high, 4 feet wide, and 360 feet long. Then, the production teams would start from the main tunnel and dig sub-tunnels for the teams. They would tell them that if the "Su Xiu" wanted to drop an atomic bomb on them, they had to ensure that all the villagers could retreat into the tunnels quickly.
The second team decided to draw out 20 young people from the team and divide them into four groups of five people. They would first complete the 120-zhang main tunnel mission assigned by the team. Since he was young on National Day, he was naturally chosen. He and the other four young men formed a group. Two women were shaking the earth on the ground, and three men were digging holes below. According to the brigade's unified plan, they first dug a 18-foot-deep round well on the main tunnel line, then dug to the north and south sides, with one team on each side, changing shifts every four hours, and counting work points according to the progress of the excavation.
Every day, before Guo Qing and the other two young men entered the tunnel, they would take off their cotton coats on the ground and put on a single shirt before entering the tunnel. Because it was not easy to work with thick clothes. Besides, it was not cold down there. When he worked, sweat dripped down his face. The soil in the cave wasn't hard. After a few rounds, it would be a basket of soil. However, the air was too bad. The lantern burned kerosene. Everyone's nostrils were black from the smoke, and their mucus was like ink. However, there was no other way. Someone had to do this job. No one said anything strange. The few young men held in their spirits. Just from the point of earning work points, everyone had to work hard. Every day, not only did they have to complete the task, but they also had to dig as much as possible. Every foot dug was a foot of reward! During that period of time, even though the kerosene lamp was very uncomfortable and the shift was very tiring, it was still quite comfortable. After eating, they did not wait for the captain to assign them to work and changed shifts every four hours. It was like working as a factory worker.
After digging for two months, the leaders of the three teams measured the size of the tunnel and said that it might be completed in a few days. However, the brigade leader came back from the community and said, The wheat harvest season had arrived, and the digging of the tunnel had to be temporarily stopped.
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