The wheat field outside Field 74 is not the smoothest and widest, so the combine harvester’s priority is not this side, but the area east of the Beiqin base near the tributary of the Huijiang River. Therefore, after harvesting the spring wheat near the military base, it is basically considered to have entered the slack period. Although there will still be winter labor, repairing dams, digging river mud, maintaining mines and other heavy work to do, it is considered a break now.
Although it is said that they are resting, a large number of infrastructure soldiers still have to be sent to other sub-sites with less manpower to assist, or to go to the nearest open-air peat field to get some coal to burn, and to make briquettes while sifting out high-quality coal. Go ahead and use local methods to make oil from coal. There is no shortage of coal anyway, but there is a shortage of oil. If there is more waste, then waste more, otherwise all cars will have to switch to burning charcoal.
However, no matter how tough you are, you have to take your time. After cutting wheat with high intensity, you have to face the loess and back to the sky for more than ten hours a day. Even a serious guy can't bear it. Except for the first day and the second day, There were still a few young and energetic soldiers who had time to sleep with the girl in their arms that day, but in the next few days, none of them would go to the fields and fall asleep. It made the girls who took the industrial coupons sneer, making money? Are there any good prostitutes?
It was late, and Shen Rusong didn't bother to look for him after it got dark. He didn't look for him until it was light the next day. He didn't know where he was? Is this difficult? Shen Rusong easily found Banya in a factory. What else could this guy do? Of course, he was sleeping soundly with his big teeth in his arms around the girl. He thought there was a machine hiding in the corner, but for a sharp-eyed combat engineer like Shen Rusong, finding him was not a matter of minutes.
The girl from the infrastructure soldier sleeping next to Banya didn't shy away. She put on her clothes and left. Banya sat cross-legged on the dirty mat with her upper body bare, took the cigarette thrown by Shen Rusong, and said with a grimace: "My Brother, can't you find a better time to come?"
Shen Rusong sneered and said disdainfully: "Look at what time it is. It's past ten o'clock. It's not over yet? Bairi Xuanyin doesn't do this, right?"
"What are you doing in the daytime? Brother, why are you writing like this?"
Shen Rusong forgot that the surface infrastructure soldiers only studied for nine years, and the teaching quality was very poor. Nonsense, every time when spring is busy and autumn is harvesting, everyone has to go to the fields. Can a boy of twelve or thirteen years old study like half a man? What a nonsense!
Shen Rusong waved his hand to disperse the smoke, signaling to ignore what he just said. Then he leaned back against the machine, and under Ban Ya's hesitant gaze, he leaned over and said, "Can you please do this?"
"Okay, brother, who do you like? I'm going to talk about Xiang Xiang." Banya immediately rubbed his hands excitedly. It was obvious that this was the only thing on his mind. Besides, he has been recruiting soldiers and infrastructure soldiers a lot these days. After all, people have thick and thin skins, so when you entrust someone to do something, you should always give them a pack of cigarettes, right? He has stocked up on at least two cigarettes these days. When Beiqin Military Market reopens, Ling Ling can always exchange for a lot of leather, and then change hands, hehe...
"Climb!" Shen Rusong shouted, knocking Ban Ya's dream away, and he cursed: "Business!"
"Yes, yes, it's business. _o_m" Banya hissed. My heart says, why are you pretending to be innocent? If someone else hugs one, you hug two and you won’t let me think wrongly?
Finally, Ban Ya got serious, and then Shen Rusong originally told him about the orchid, hoping that Ban Ya would help him find the orchid that was not on the list for some reason.
When Ban Ya first heard this, he made a few jokes. When he heard that he entered the site director's office, which smelled heavily of diesel, his face became a little ugly. After finally waiting for him to finish, he smacked his lips and hesitated: "Brother, why are you doing this? Such an acquaintance... Are you interested in a ten-day gangster? Don't you like the girl in the 74th field? Or the army. Let's not talk about it. Anyway, naturalization comes once a month. If you give me a peony cigarette, everything will be fine. Yes, there are unlimited people in Tong'anling, there is always someone you like."
When Shen Rusong heard this, he wanted to kick him with his leather boots. You have to think about everything one way or another, but he didn't want to say that Lanhua looked very similar to his sister. He felt sympathy. If he said this, he would be laughed at. So much compassion? Why don't you care about the brothers who are in the hospital because of the suppression campaign?
"I'm happy with it, I just like it, okay?" Shen Rusong lost his temper, took out the Zhibao lighter that Xu Boran gave him from his pocket, threw it to Banya, and said: "I'll give this to you first. I'll give it to you after you find her." Zhang coupon."
Banya knows the goods. This is a kerosene windproof lighter. You can't get it in the military market. If you have one, it's the officers who got it first. It's a big deal for ordinary people to have one.
, take it out and sell it for two to three hundred yuan at least, but money is a trivial matter, coupons, coupons! Goods, goods!
"What kind of coupon?" Banya listened to the sweet flipping sound of Zhibao back and forth, and his eyes were filled with tears.
"Twenty liquor tickets, thirty industrial coupons!"
What a joke, there is a thing like Xu Boran who can buy his second-class skills with coupons. You can buy a thousand industrial coupons and computers. One industrial coupon can be exchanged for two Liesha tickets. That’s a lot of money!
Shen Rusong is willing to let go now! Just have fun! Play with coupons!
Ban Ya almost jumped up. It is said that no one does the business of losing money, and there are many people who do the business of beheading. You can buy even second-class merit. Isn't such a sum of money enough to buy a mob?
Banya chewed his teeth and said in a sincere tone: "Brother, it's too much. This matter doesn't cost that much, I'll take..."
"Take it, naturalize it if you find it, take care of it in the future, when..."
Shen Rusong felt his blood boiling and blurted out: "Take care of her like my sister!"
Banya looked at Shen Rusong as if he had seen a ghost, but the sponsor had said so, so he had nothing more to say, so he replied: "Okay, after naturalization, I guarantee that no one will bully her. As long as she does not violate the rules, she will 74 games, she is stable.”
Banya was a neat person. He dusted off the dust and stood up, put on his infrastructure soldier hat with the sickle emblem, and said seriously: "Brother, I think you also know that the life of a gangster is worthless, so make preparations first."
"The new ones do the hardest and most tiring work. Those who are not on the roster are usually sent away. You know how tired you are from mining coal. It is best if you can get it back. If you don't get it, I will take care of it and give it to her." A decent one.”
Shen Rusong didn't know what happened to the mob. He nodded. He wanted to say something, but in the end he only had two words: "Hard work. Updated without error@"
The field is not far away. I'll take a ride there and I'll be back at eight or nine in the evening to deliver the message. Brother, listen to my sincere words..."
"Don't really worry about this kind of thing."
Shen Rusong waved his hand, and Banya said nothing more. He hurried out of the factory, caught up with the carriage going to the factory, and quickly disappeared outside the bare wheat fields.
Shen Rusong sighed and stood up straight. When he came into the light, he found that the back of his clothes was covered with black ash.
Shen Rusong patted the dust on his clothes, his nose felt sore as he patted it. .
