Even the bearded company commander Tian couldn't hold back his laughter. This was all common sense. But the driver class has never been exposed to these. Strictly speaking, they have never even seen a map. How do they know the relationship between N and S?
The cooking squad put in a lot of effort to cook the porridge, but found that except for the command platoon and the company headquarters, which brought their own military teapots, the two artillery platoons and the logistics did not bring anything to eat.
This is not a steamed bun, you can eat it with your hands. Drinking porridge, you can't eat it with your hands, right?
Taking turns, everyone drank two tea cups of porridge to make their stomachs full, and the troops returned to the original route.
When we returned to the station, it was almost noon. The cooking team immediately cooked noodles. After eating, the whole company rested and went to bed first. Then wait until after four o'clock in the afternoon for dinner. Then use the platoon as a unit to summarize experiences and lessons.
Each class brought it back, and the reconnaissance class quickly returned to Uncle Geng's house. Everyone didn't even wash, they took off their clothes and fell asleep immediately.
It was a good night's sleep. At four o'clock in the afternoon, no one in the company heard the meal whistle and was still fast asleep, including the company headquarters.
Thanks to Wang Ke's focus on physical training during this period, the command platoon's daily ten-kilometer long run played a big role. But even so, those with poor physical fitness are exhausted.
When Wang Ke followed the reconnaissance team to the kitchen for dinner, it was already past four o'clock. Only Hu Yanlou from the cooking team was left sitting there taking a nap, while everyone else went to catch up on their sleep.
Dinner is steamed buns, and the dishes are stir-fried cabbage and pork stewed with radish. Except for Wang Ke and Song Ruimin, everyone else almost ate with their eyes closed. Moreover, in the entire open space in front of the kitchen door, only the reconnaissance squad was eating.
"Hu Yanlou, wake up." Wang Ke pushed Hu Yanlou, who was sleeping against the door.
"Platoon leader, what are you doing? Do you want more soup?" Hu Yanlou rubbed his eyes and stood up with agitation.
"What are you talking about in your sleep? We have finished eating. I am asking the command platoon if everyone has finished eating?"
"That's right. I only saw the wireless class and your class. The phone class called back for food, and the other rows haven't come yet." As soon as Hu Yanlou finished speaking, he immediately sat down again leaning against the door frame.
He was too tired, so he had to take a nap first.
It seems that it is not only the fixed-point positioning training of the artillery class that needs to be replenished. The cooking class and driver's class may have to start with the most basic knowledge of military topography.
Back at the command platoon, Gu Maolin was playing with his pair of not too old Jiefang shoes.
"What's the matter, Maolin?"
"It's a pity to throw away these shoes. They haven't arrived for a month. The uppers are not broken, but the soles are worn through. I wonder if I can give them a slap?" Wang Ke walked over and took a look. The bottom of the heels of the shoes had been worn through.
The soles of Jiefang shoes should be very strong, but people who have never climbed mountains have no idea that the soles of a new pair of shoes will wear out in two months at most, making it impossible to wear them even if you want to.
"Give it to me, let's exchange a pair." Wang Ke stopped Gu Maolin, who was about to throw away the shoes.
Wang Ke returned to the room and handed his other new pair of shoes to Gu Maolin. This guy has been training and running the most in the mountains recently, so his shoes are wearing out the fastest.
"Platoon leader, what's wrong with this?" Being polite, Gu Maolin still took the shoes. In his words, whoever said that Platoon Commander Wang Ke was polite was doing something wrong to him.
Wang Ke took the shoes and looked at them again and again. The uppers were all good, but the soles were worn through. We can only ask the sergeant to take it to the market town to find a bicycle tire repairman and try to glue a section of the old tire on, otherwise it would be a pity to throw it away.
Now that I have given Gu Maolin new shoes, the pair on my feet are particularly precious. If it wears out like Gu Maolin, you won't even be able to go up the mountain.
Wang Ke sat on the kang, thinking about it, and it seemed that he could only buy himself a few pairs of straw sandals.
"Gu Maolin."
"arrive!"
"You take Sweet Potato Liang Xiaolong and go to the grassy beach opposite to cut some grass for me."
"Yes! But what are you mowing that grass for, platoon leader, to feed the animals? The animals won't even eat it." Gu Maolin muttered in a low voice.
"Don't talk nonsense, just cut the longer and older grass. I want to come back and make straw sandals."
"Straw sandals? You need to do this. Do you know how to do this, platoon leader? You have to teach us. Let's go, let's go now, and get back before dark." Gu Maolin took the two recruits and brought them sickles, poles and backpacks. The rope set off.
At this point, the author bets that among the 10,000 people in cities and rural areas, it would be difficult to find even one person who knows how to make straw sandals.
During the war years, the Red Army relied on straw sandals to cover the 25,000-mile Long March, climbing snow-capped mountains and crossing grasslands, sweeping through thousands of troops like a rolling hurricane.
Anyway, don’t stress over the art, just let the reconnaissance squad, no, let the entire command platoon follow suit.
Wang Ke was not idle at home. Last time he tore off the leggings for Quanlian, there was still a little bit of fabric left, and now he is using it. Straw shoe strings are required. If there is no edge material, straw must be twisted into a straw rope as thick as a little finger to serve as shoe strings.
Next, Wang Ke looked around for tools to weave straw sandals. He found a big bench and nailed five nails on one end according to the width of the feet.
Then, use your hands to twist the scraps of fabric into ropes to use as shoe tendons.
Hearing that the platoon leader wanted to cut straw sandals, in addition to the three soldiers who went to mow the grass, Huang Zhonghe, the wireless squad leader, took Xue Lin, and Xiao Gao, the telephone squad leader, ran over. Everyone crowded in the yard to see how Wang Ke knitted?
The lights in the courtyard were not on, so Xiao Gao, the telephone monitor, simply pulled the lights in the main room into the courtyard. Everyone was not tired now, so they crowded around Wang Ke and chatted.
The command platoon and the artillery platoon are different, they all run on the mountain. Now the shoe problem is bothering everyone. Not only Gu Maolin of the reconnaissance class, but also the telephone class now only has one pair of shoes left. Without shoes, training is impossible. It’s not available in the market, so it would be great if straw sandals could solve the problem.
Wang Ke first used iron wire to make a smaller version of a three-tooth straw rake, tied a belt around his waist, and tied the five tendons to the five nails on the big bench.
Everything is ready now, all we need is the east wind.
Gu Maolin and the others picked up a whole load of thatch and came back. The weeds on the grassy beach were too lush, and they were all tough, slightly yellow grass.
Don't say anything, just rub the straw rope like me. As soon as Wang Ke demonstrated, everyone started to take action. But to say that the best one is Huang Zhonghe, the senior squad leader.
I saw his hands flying around, picking up a few straws from time to time and inserting them into his palms. Pushing and retracting, the straw rope, which was only as thick as his little finger, was twisted into pieces. He kept rubbing it continuously. This straw rope was very long. It was almost two meters long.
"Okay, old squad leader, give me this straw rope first." Wang Ke took the straw rope from the old squad leader Huang Zhonghe, tied a knot, and began to prepare straw sandals.
Everyone concentrated their energy and looked at platoon leader Wang Ke.
Wang Ke was not in a hurry. He sat on the big bench and tied the other ends of the five tendons tied to the iron nails to his belt. The two-foot-long tendon rope forms an inverted triangle.
Wang Ke picked up the straw rope and began to dance on the tendon rope, weaving up and down, from left to right, and then right to left. Every time you weave a row, use the three-tooth straw rake to hold it firmly forward and backward.
In the meantime, two stumbling blocks are left on each side of the tendons on the left and right sides, and finally the sole is braided. Wang Ke began to close his mouth. He untied the five tendons tied to his belt and nails, and braided them into one and a half inch high braids at the front and back. He began to separate and tie them up on both sides. The extra ropes were now It becomes the upper of the shoe, wear it on your feet, tie it on the left and right, and it's done.
The first time he played, he couldn't tell the difference between his left and right feet. Then, Wang Ke began to consciously separate his left and right feet. Soon, a pair of straw sandals came out. Gu Maolin was the first to take off his Jiefang shoes to experience the taste of these straw sandals.
"Not bad, not bad, so comfortable."
"Okay, stop being so pretty. Gu Maolin, take them off, and we'll hold on to the straw ropes and try to get a pair for everyone in the platoon."
Next, there was no class meeting. Five or six people followed the old class leader Huang Zhonghe to rub straw ropes, and Wang Ke was responsible for making straw sandals. More than twenty pairs of straw sandals were finished in this way.
"Have you learned it?" Wang Ke asked.
"I've learned it, platoon leader, I only learned how to twist the straw rope." Xiao Gao, the telephone squad leader, said with a smile. He had already picked six pairs of big-footed ones, which were the "trophies" of their telephone squad.
"I'll give it a try." Huang Zhonghe, the wireless squad leader, sat on the long bench. He imitated Wang Ke's example, and under Wang Ke's guidance, he also made a pair of straw sandals.
"Platoon leader, this is not difficult, but it is very practical." Huang Zhonghe, the wireless squad leader, was very happy holding his own straw sandals.
"Okay, you three squad leaders, don't move for now. I have to pick out a pair for each of the old platoon leader and three company cadres, and for the rest, a pair for each person in the entire platoon." Wang Ke said and started to pick.
After picking four pairs, Wang Ke discovered that Xiao Gao, the telephone monitor, had run away without knowing when he was holding six pairs of straw sandals. "Okay, old squad leader, please tell everyone that we usually wear straw sandals and save our liberation shoes for training in the mountains."
"Yes!" After Huang Zhonghe answered, he picked up six pairs of shoes and left.
Looking at it, there are twelve pairs of straw sandals on the ground.
"Reconnaissance squad leader, you send these four pairs to the company headquarters for the old platoon leader and company leader. Take an extra pair for the health worker Lao Yu. The rest have a pair for each person. Leave two pairs for me."
"Yes." Song Ruimin held five pairs of straw sandals and turned around and walked out of the courtyard.
Wang Ke thought that if they weren't showing off, tomorrow morning, nearly twenty people in the command platoon would all wear straw sandals to eat and study. This was the second sight in the company after the command platoon wearing leggings.
In peacetime, this is unique.
Wang Ke carried the big bench back to the room, packed up two pairs of straw sandals and the tools, and the two recruits started cleaning.
"Gu Maolin, give you another pair of straw sandals."
"Oh, thank you platoon leader, you still feel sorry for me." Gu Maolin took a look and happily hid a pair of straw sandals in the shell box. I was putting on shoes when I heard a running sound coming from the door of the courtyard.
Song Ruimin ran back holding a package. Before he entered the small courtyard, he shouted: "Platoon leader, you are rich."
"How did I get rich?" Upon hearing this, Wang Ke immediately put down what he was holding and walked out of the room.
"I don't know which comrade from the division sent it to you. The sergeant went to pick up the letter today and helped you get it back."
"Are you sure it's from the division headquarters?"
"Well, look, the address above is the division headquarters."
"Bring it to me quickly." Wang Ke thought about it. It was sent by no one except Wu Xiangyu from the division headquarters. He had just written a letter to her, so it was unlikely that it would be so soon.
According to past logic, even if the distance is two hundred kilometers, the round trip to the post office will take about ten days. This has just arrived at Longquanzhuang, how could it be her?
After taking the package, Wang Ke squeezed it with his hands. It seemed to be shoes, and there were more than one pair. There should be several pairs. I hurriedly found some scissors, opened the package, and took a look. Really, there were three pairs of Jiefang shoes.
Wang Ke touched shoe holes one by one and finally touched a piece of paper. When I opened it, I saw that it was indeed Wu Xiangyu's character of "dragon flying and phoenix dancing".
"I guess you've arrived at Longquanzhuang, right? I bought another pair of the two pairs given out this year and sent them all to you. Save your clothes, don't tell me if you don't have enough."
There was no title or signature.
Wang Ke remembered that when he left Nanshao Village, he wrote a letter to her, talking about his return to the team and about going to Longquan Village in Xishan. He did not expect Wu Xiangyu to be so interested.
Okay, you're welcome then, I'll take it all.
