Chapter 229 The Green Clothing Messenger

Wang Sanpao led a miscellaneous army out of the barracks and rushed to the river gorge at the foot of the mountain. There were both farmers from Kuangshantun and soldiers from radar stations.

Everyone was holding a few sickles in their hands, which were left by Wang Sanpao and the others when they worked. The soldiers were holding military daggers, which were just fine to harvest cattails.

While walking, Li Qiang asked the fat man: "Brother Fat, what's wrong with that fox?"

The fat man didn't say it out loud, but just smiled and said, "It's probably Dudu is so playful."

After walking four or five miles, you will see a reed marsh in front of you, whimpering in the north wind. The shallow water area on the shore is pony grass, each cluster, with the color of grass yellow, and it has obviously been dry for a long time.

The Puhuang on the push stick had long since flew away, leaving only the bare poles. If the old medicine is here, it would tell the fat man: "This push brown is also a medicinal material."

If the car owner is here, he will also tell the greedy fat man that the rhizomes under the pony grass and the newly grown tender leaves can be eaten.

"Everyone, let's take action, cut the cattails first." Wang Sanpao shouted, and everyone chose a place to start harvesting.

The cattails on the ice surface are one or two meters long, and the leaves are wide and thick. When you pull them with your hands, they are still very tough. Wang Sanpao said happily: "It seems that they are not too good yet. It is easy to weave like this, and you can make a bed after weaving."

No one moved these cattails at all, so they grew very well, and they were very complete. Everyone waved their knives and cut them against the ice surface, and only a sound of squeaking sound was heard.

Because of the large number of people, it quickly piled up into a small hill. Wang Sanpao made the cattails into bundles, and then divided a few people back and carried them with a shoulder pole.

In the morning, the cattails were basically harvested and everyone finished their work. When they arrived at the military camp, they saw a black ball of hair rolling on the pile of cattails, which was Dudu playing tricks on it. The fat man was so happy: "This little guy has the same virtue as Benben."

The lunch was quite rich, with mixed fish stewed with sauce and white meat from sauerkraut. The fat man was eating it deliciously, and he saw a black head shaking outside the window and a big slap waving back and forth. It was obvious that Dudu was greedy.

Unlike Benben, Dudu's life is obviously like a military camp. The soldiers feed it after dinner. Three meals a day are very regular and there are basically no snacks.

In the afternoon, Wang Sanpao began to teach the soldiers to weave mattresses. This is not difficult, it is just a little labor-intensive and you can get started as soon as you learn it.

The fat man sat in the office with Company Commander Zhao to discuss an important matter. Considering that some red flags have appeared in Daqingshan recently, some people set fires and some people steal, the fat man decided to add some protection measures.

However, the radar station currently has too few troops and cannot draw a team to take on the task of patrolling the mountain. Kaoshantun wants to organize a forest protection team, but it is also unrighteous. Therefore, the fat man wants to organize a joint defense team with military and civilian cooperation. When the spring of the next year begins, he will go to the townships and villages around Daqingshan to promote.

When Commander Zhao heard this, he agreed. When he came here to build a radar station, he actually had a dual mission, and he knew it best.

"When spring is coming and flowers bloom, I will send Li Qiang and He Yong down the mountain to complete this task." Company Commander Zhao and others were confirmed. These two veterans have been two years old and have rich experience.

The fat man was overjoyed. The People's Liberation Army had the highest position in the eyes of the people. He had to look up everywhere and believed that it would play a role. As long as he had survived the difficult period of the past two years and when the country issued relevant policies, he would do his best to fulfill his long-cherished wish to contract Daqingshan.

This time I went up the mountain to comfort the troops, and on the other hand, I wanted to illuminate this matter with Company Commander Zhao, and then I would go to various places to convey orders in the name of the radar station.

After the mission was completed, Fatty and others left the radar station the next day. After all, it was the Chinese New Year and they had to work hard when they went back. Before leaving, Fatty patted Dudu’s heads: “When will you go to our house to play? Is there a friend?”

Dudu slapped his big slap and kept nodding and bowing. It seemed that he wanted to have the opportunity to visit him.

The various packages sewn by the soldiers were put into sacks, and there were two or three big picks, but the amount was not heavy, which was much lighter than when I came.

There was also a large stack of letters and the 200 yuan that Company Commander Zhao gave to the fat man. The mailing of things was considered high at that time. The soldiers sent letters for free, but mailing packages still cost money.

The radar station is basically closed. If it weren't for fat people and the others' frequent contacts, it would be great if they could receive letters once a year. The postman would not have run to the mountains every month. Therefore, the villagers in Kuangshantun would be the voluntary messengers of their soldiers.

The journey back became relaxed and comfortable. In one day and a half, I returned to Kaoshantun. Many families had already raised lantern poles and five-colored flags floated in the air, which made me feel a bit of the New Year atmosphere.

All the things were placed at the fat man's house, and of course, there was the fox in a sack. As soon as the fat man carried the sack into the yard, his eyes immediately shone brightly and became alert.

The fat man quickly covered his mouth and nose, worried that the fox with a fancy face would smell. When this guy encountered danger, he liked to use this self-defense method.

"Fat uncle is back-ah, this puppy is so beautiful!" Qiqi ran out of the house, followed by Yaya.

The fat man didn't say anything and took the flower-faced fox out of the sack. When he saw its big tail, the two little girls immediately cheered: "Fox!"

The howling came over quietly, and the flower-faced fox was a little scared. Then, a fragrance emanated, but the smell was already very light.

Howling for a moment, then grinned, looking extremely angry. It can be seen from its vicious eyes that it was not confused.

The fat man's heart moved: It seems that the fox's "poisonous gas" has been released. It probably has eaten something and converted it into this hallucinatory gas. It has been stored in the sack for several days, but it cannot replenish it, so the aroma is so thin and it loses its effectiveness.

After taming it, as long as you take a few more trips up the mountain, you should be able to figure out what it is eating. The fat man already had a general idea in his mind.

The two little girls didn't understand why, and they were still studying it in groups: "I just smelled a scent, which was even more fragrant than rouge. Where did it come from?"

When he entered the house to have dinner, the fat man realized that yesterday was the Little New Year, and everyone spent the 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month. Old Wu had already taken Wu Qiong home for the New Year, saying that he would definitely come back for vacation during the summer vacation.

The flower-faced fox was temporarily placed in the warehouse and replaced the original position of A Zi's family. Its future fate is probably the same as A Zi, and it has to go to the Tencent Factory to rely on itself. In addition, the flower-faced fox has been officially named "Honghong" by Qiqi, and has gloriously become a member of the Fatty Family.

The next day, the fat man asked the owner to get on the carriage and put the packages the soldiers wanted to mail on the carriage, preparing to be the "angel in green".

Just as the carriage was about to set off, Wang Sanpao ran over quickly: "I'll go too, the fat man is confused about his work, don't send the People's Liberation Army's things wrong."

The fat man laughed loudly: "Uncle San, do you know the words?"

Wang Sanpao shook his head and then took out a piece of paper from his shirt pocket: "I have this, and the contact addresses of the soldiers' families are written on it. Just check it at the post office and you will know. From now on, I will go to the radar station every month to deliver letters to the soldiers."

After saying that, he folded the paper again, stuffed it into his pocket, and then jumped into the carriage. It seemed that the messenger in green clothes was decided.

The fat man scratched his head and felt a sense of emotion in his heart: This is the real family.

It took a long time to drive out of Kaoshantun, and the carriage had already changed from three people to more than ten, and it was full of seats. The New Year is coming soon, and each company has to buy New Year's goods.

Moreover, Fatty and the others also received a lot of tasks. This one bought colored paper and that one bought candy cubes and other things. They couldn't remember it with their brains, so they simply pulled a long order.

The owner of the car was so happy that his beard was raised: "Well, it's a bit like a bride price. I don't know, and I thought the fat man was going to do something big."

At around ten o'clock, the carriage arrived at the commune, and the others went to the supply and marketing cooperative first, while Fatty and Wang Sanpao went straight to the Post and Telecommunications Bureau. At that time, the postal and telecommunications were not separated, so they were called the "post and telecommunications Bureau".

At that time, postmen were all wearing dark green clothes, riding a special green bicycle, with green pockets on the shelves, and newspapers, books, letters, etc. It was also a beautiful scenery in the countryside, and it was one of the "four major greens".

The location of the Post and Telecommunications Bureau is also quite prominent. It is next to the credit union, and there is a green letter tube erected at the door. When you see this sign, you will know what it is for, which is also a signboard.

Wang Sanpao took the envelope and wanted to stuff it into the letter tube, but was stopped by the fat man. The military letters had long been stamped on the envelope, which was free. The envelopes were all made of kraft paper, which was different from the white paper envelopes of ordinary letters.

"Uncle San, if you want to send letters to the soldiers, the Post and Telecommunications Bureau may not trust you. These envelopes are evidence."

The two of them came in with big sacks and transported them two times in total. The salesperson at the counter was a little dumbfounded: Is this a mailing thing, or do you want to move?

"We are from Shantou to help the People's Liberation Army on the mountain mail things to their homes." Wang Sanpao took out the paper sheet.

"Is it the Daqingshan Radar Station? We are still worried. We have accumulated dozens of letters, and I don't know how to send them." The salesperson also showed joy.

Wang Sanpao slapped his thigh: "Give it to me, from now on, I will send letters to the People's Liberation Army specifically, and don't have to run errands!"

"Then please ask you to get old. I will register you first, write down the situation, and then ask the brigade and radar station to issue a certificate. You can officially take office if you are old." The salesperson didn't expect that anyone would be willing to be this volunteer postman, so he was very polite to Wang Sanpao.

Wang Sanpao scratched his head: "There is no such proof for the time being?"

The fat man yelled twice, then handed over two pieces of paper: "Uncle San, prove that I have already opened it. I was going to fill in my name, but now it belongs to you."

"You guys are careful." Wang Sanpao picked up his pen and wrote his name on it stroke by stroke. However, although he wrote it seriously, it was crooked and erratic. It was worse than those young kids who had just finished the first grade. To describe it in a sentence that people often say, that is, "I still crawl with old cockroaches."

However, a warm current surged in the hearts of the people present. This was the noblest signature they had ever seen. No matter how artistic the signature was, it was not as beautiful as it was.
Chapter completed!