In the grassroots organization designed by Yang Fan, the production team has three captains, a captain and a deputy. The captain is responsible for the daily management of the production team. In Xingfu Club, Uncle Zhong is the captain. There are two deputy captains, one male, responsible for managing specific production and labor arrangements, and one female, the female captain responsible for women's work arrangements.
In addition, in a production team, there are some off-duty personnel who do not participate in field work.
There is a breeder in Xingfu Club who is responsible for feeding horses, cattle and driving carts. He was responsible for transporting grain by horse-drawn carriage back.
A security guard is responsible for keeping watch, patrolling and preventing theft, and is responsible for holding the keys to the community gate. There is a curfew on the streets outside the community at night. Communities are walled and gated. Security guards must wear armor and carry weapons on patrol.
A warehouse keeper, community-level warehouses are all collectively owned materials, and must be taken care of. The custodian is a person with double-barreled blunderbuss weapons.
The community also has an accountant and a cashier, who are used to calculate centimeters and distribute wages.
The community has a canteen, which is equivalent to a public restaurant. You have to pay to eat. In the kitchen there is an old man who makes tofu and three cooks.
Because there is not enough meat, after all, the Han people are farmers, not Mongolians, so they must rely on soybeans to supplement their protein. Tofu is the best protein supplement food. Residents in the community can go to the canteen to buy tofu. You can also pay to eat in the cafeteria and entertain visiting relatives and friends.
The meat delivered by Yang Fan is mainly supplied to military and government personnel, as well as teachers and students in the education system. Technicians and skilled workers in the factory can purchase small quantities of cooked braised meat and frozen meat with monthly meat stamps.
As for the rural areas with the largest population, this cannot be guaranteed and can only be solved by raising pigs in each village.
The cooks in the canteen, because of the tight harvest task at this time, have to be responsible for delivering water and food to the members who are rushing to harvest in Datian.
The Duolun City Military Control Commission issued an order to ensure that harvesters have access to water. The water delivery personnel carried two buckets of fresh cold water from the well on a shoulder pole and delivered them to the field. Salt and saccharin were added to one bucket and not to the other. Everyone can choose according to their taste.
Because white sugar was too expensive, Yang Fan couldn't afford it, so he had to use saccharin instead. Don't drink too much of this stuff, just drink it in moderation. Cold water with saccharin is a favorite among young people.
The lunch came and the captain asked everyone to take a collective rest. After eating, continue working.
The staple food delivered to the ground by the canteen is corn porridge with pickles. The vegetable is pickled cabbage. Because this is the first year, the food has not been harvested yet, and the food is entirely provided by Yang Fan. Among the bulk grains that Yang Fan purchased from Hyundai, the cheapest ones were the grains that were stored in warehouses, among which corn was the cheapest. Three-year-old corn costs two cents more than a catty.
This year, all the farmers came here to eat rice porridge. Enough pickles. Although the food is monotonous, it has made these landless refugees very satisfied. Pickles are just salt, no matter what, what a blessing this is.
The Sibeigou family, like all families, worked sweatily all morning. When I heard the captain banging the gong, I knew it was time for dinner.
According to the rules in Duolun City, the government is in charge of public projects. There are also centimeters, which can be exchanged for banknotes at the end of the year and can be used to buy things in shops in the city.
Si Xiaosong threw the sickle away and lay sprawled on the ground, muttering that he was exhausted. My waist felt like it was broken, and my calves were cramped. There are blood blisters on the palms.
His mother was so angry that she picked him up by the collar.
"Get up, don't pretend to be dead, you bastard."
I couldn't help but want to beat him up again.
After all, Si Beigou was over fifty, and he was very tired. He sighed. After all, he was still a relative from another generation, and he loved his grandson. He quickly said: "Forget it, let everyone rest for a while, and then go to eat. There are many people." If it’s not enough, you have to wait in line for a while. Don’t worry, this kind of collective work will definitely keep everyone fed and have enough food.”
During the meal, everyone gathered together. The men were talking about the Mongols coming to attack. The women were all short-lived, and it was rare for them to take a break and chat at the same time.
I worked hard again in the afternoon, and before dark, dinner came.
Dinner is better than lunch, it is white flour steamed buns, and the dish is also good, it is stewed tofu. A lot of oil was used, which was fried from imported cheap frozen fat meat delivered by Yang Fan, and then stir-fried green onions with sauce and stewed tofu. Because I’ve been working for a day, I can’t do it without oil and protein.
You can't go back even after dark. You have to hold a torch and thresh the sorghum harvested during the day as soon as possible. Then pack the bags and go to the city. It will probably be midnight when I get home. I have to go early tomorrow to continue harvesting.
If there was no meat and fat, it would probably take a few days to make the person completely exhausted. Fortunately, this is Mongolia, and there are beef and mutton, as well as frozen fatty pork shipped by Yang Fan. There is enough white flour steamed buns for dinner, and a bowl of fatty meat stewed with tofu for each person.
It can be harvested during the day, but when it gets dark, it can only be threshed under the light of the fire using a pedal thresher produced in the city's workshop.
Sibeigou's eldest son and second son have the strongest physical strength and are the strongest laborers of the family. They are arranged to step on the threshing machine like other people's laborers, while the women and half-grown boys grab sorghum and put it into the rotating threshing machine. , threshing the highlighted ears.
An Sanxi and Huang San didn't sleep either. They took officers on horseback to patrol around to learn about the harvest progress in various places.
The four battalions of troops were also vigilantly guarding the surroundings. Today they had repelled three attacks from small tribes that attempted to fish in troubled waters.
The neighboring tribes looked at the red sorghum, golden wheat, and mature rice fields, and their eyes became red.
They cannot harvest it themselves, nor thresh and grind it into flour. However, they can wait for the farmers to finish it and come over to grab it.
Food on the grassland is so expensive. Those evil businessmen can sell ten kilograms of rice for the price of a sheep. Now there are pits and grains of food right here. They were so anxious that claws were sticking out of their throats.
An Sanxi didn't care about these small tribes. These weak enemies were just for hand-to-hand combat with his direct cavalry regiment. What he is really worried about is the Tumut tribes and the thirty-six Duoyan families. They were obviously waiting for the food to be returned to the warehouse before looting.
Wang Hao is now the squadron leader and also serves as the deputy battalion commander of the first battalion.
Today he led his 100 cavalry men into a melee with at least 300 tribal Mongolians.
They were well equipped, but An Sanxi ordered that before the arrival of Tumut and Duoyan's army, they were not allowed to use firearms. They had to rely on stab-proof clothing, sabers, and ratchet steel crossbows to fight the Mongols hand-to-hand.
One is to save gunpowder for future wars. The second is to train them, sharpen their guns in battle, and they will be happy if they are unhappy.
Now the cavalry regiment has basically formed combat effectiveness, but its equestrian and sword skills are not good enough, and it is far behind the Mongols.
Yang Fan said in his reply to An Sanxi that you can't do anything after learning it. You can only learn and do it at the same time, and learn war in war. War is the best military school and teacher.
Only in battle can they grow. In the future, the cavalry regiment will serve as the backbone to compete with the slave cavalry and even Lao Maozi's Cossacks. There must be no shortcomings.
An Sanxi thought for a long time, and he felt that the master was right. If you can't let go of your children, you can't kill the wolf. Don't be too protective of them, otherwise they will suffer big losses on the cruel battlefield.
Wang Hao had been stabbed at least twenty times today. If it hadn't been for the stab-proof clothing and lined body armor, several of his lives would have been lost.
His body was covered in bruises. He took the lead, and the officers and soldiers below were not in trouble. It felt like all the bones in my body were about to break.
"Poof!" Wang Hao spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm.
His gums were bruised and bleeding. Fortunately, the beak helmet was reliable, and it was only shaken, otherwise half of the face would have been smashed by the mace.
Another round of crossbow arrows was fired at the fleeing Mongols, and a dozen people in the distance fell off their horses.
"Retract the troops. They are exhausted today and will not come tonight." Wang Hao made a judgment.
The Mongolians were nothing more than that, he thought to himself. The past six months of training and fighting had given him great confidence. With the overwhelming advantages of equipment and horses, the Mongols' skill with bows and horses was really useless.
"Let's go, Boss An said, let's treat everyone tonight. Each squadron will roast a whole lamb. Three ounces of white wine."
As soon as Wang Hao finished speaking, his cubs howled like wolves. I heard that there was a roasted whole lamb, and each one of them was as energetic as a little lion.
