Long Dingwen told the children for the first time, everyone, you look at me, I look at you, and finally looked at Long Jianbing. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Long Jianbing was inexplicable, and then thought that Niu Shengli's brother and sister were his good friends, so he unwillingly beat Long Jianguo and said: "Didn't you like your sister's name the most when you were young? ”

Long Jianguo looked embarrassed, he couldn't remember how many years of old rotten grain.

Long Jianbing actively sent the microphone to Luo Xiaoyu to tell the contents of the letter, Luo Xiaoyu was worried, cotton can't be bought and sold by herself, what can she do? She couldn't tell Long Jianbing, so she went directly to Long Dingwen.

In the office, Long Dingwen's expression was solemn, and he said: "You mean to let Niu Dongfeng go to a place outside the Corps to see the cotton market, Xiao Yu, what should I do after reading the market?"

Luo Xiaoyu didn't want to say it so early, but she didn't make it clear how Uncle Long would reply? She thought for a while and said: "Uncle Long, I have always felt that the long-staple cotton there is better than that in the mainland, and if cotton is transported from northern Xinjiang to the mainland for sale, the market will be immeasurable." ”

Long Dingwen was so surprised that he didn't speak for a long time, what did Luo Xiaoyu say? "What is the transport?" he said his confusion.

Luo Xiaoyu looked at Uncle Long and smiled: "Uncle Long, it's not a pity for us to guard the railway?"

Luo Xiaoyu saw Uncle Long Luo's doubts, but she was not sure in the back, so she didn't dare to talk nonsense, so she stood up and said, "Uncle Long, it's not early, I'm going home." Goodbye, Uncle Dragon!"

After speaking, she ran out of the office, and when she went out, she saw her father and Long Jianbing standing together at the gate of the opposite yard, she thought that Long Jianbing was looking for his father, so she ran directly to Luo Jingquan and said, "Dad, are you off work, go home early." ”

Luo Jingquan felt sorry that his eldest daughter couldn't go home, he said, "No, I'll take you back for a meal, and then bring you back?"

Luo Xiaoyu directly rejected him and said, "Dad, forget it, the sea will laugh at me then." ”

Luo Dahai is six years old and no longer goes to nursery school, waiting for the start of school in September. Luo Jingquan still insisted on riding his eldest daughter to the school gate before leaving, but Long Jianbing absentmindedly returned home with his father.

Another month, Niu Dongfeng wrote to say that he had thought about it and was ready to contract a few acres of land to grow cotton, and the local farmers planted cotton and bought and sold it freely.

Luo Xiaoyu breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the news, the time was a little tight, but it would be too late if he didn't transport the cotton.

In April, the annual militia training began, and this time the Hanshui Railway Branch decided to send militia to train in Mianshui, with Luo Jingquan as the 'head of the coach', and the branch was responsible for sending people to assist.

The responsibility is heavy and the task is arduous, which makes Luo Jingquan a little nervous, and Luo Xiaoyu can't help, since her father didn't follow the path of her previous life, she doesn't know what will happen later, she wants to let her father give full play to his heat and do his old job.

On that day, the militia from the west arrived first, and in the afternoon the east came the most, and this militia training could not be compared with the previous meetings of leading cadres along the line, the cadres lived in the regional guest houses, and the militia all lived in tents behind the regional compounds.

All the ground shops, all the military tents and military quilts, the shouts of the team running drills in the morning, and the moves of grappling and fighting in the afternoon are no worse than those of martial arts novels, so that the children in the Mianshui area are very strange, and they go to the regional courtyard to see the excitement when there is nothing to do.

The queue running drill is like a guard of honor of the three armed forces, which makes the children awe-inspired, and Luo Xiaoyu also had a lively time, but when she saw Bi Chengheng in the team at a glance, she suddenly realized, did Luo Xiaotong know him during militia training? Although the time is not the same as before, it must be like this, fortunately, there is no Luo Xiaotong now.

The militiamen who came were all young men, all of whom had just gone to work, and even Yuan Yan and their group had just been assigned work after returning from Chen Long, and they were also sent to train, oh my God, there were still a few future leaders, Luo Xiaoyu immediately snobbed and reminded his father, this person should not care, that person should be taken care of.

Luo Jingquan said angrily: "I can't even pass the militia training level, and I don't think I can be a big official." ”

Luo Xiaoyu smiled bitterly, what should I do with my father's temper?

Someone next to him spoke: "Look at the leader of the team, he is really good-looking." ”

Luo Xiaoyu was a little honored, it was her father! Dressed in a military uniform without epaulettes, a cockade, a belt around his waist, white gloves, and the liberation shoes he wore under his feet, it did not affect his chic way of lifting his legs, strides, and saluting.

Queue training every morning, bayonets and fighting in the afternoon, boring not to mention meeting Luo Jingquan who requires perfection, at the end of the day, people are tired like dogs, Yuan Yan really wants to go home, or sneak out to see Hao Jinling, since New Year's Day let Hao Jinling see the two younger brothers, there has been no progress, he feels that the next step should be to let Hao Jinling go to see his sister, after the sister's level, his father agreed, as soon as his father agreed, everything was not a problem.

Hey, this Minister Luo is too serious, and he is not really on the battlefield, why should he be so serious? He lay in the tent complainingly, but the whistle of an emergency assembly sounded at night.

"Backpack emergency gathering!"

Asked to assemble in the open space of the compound in five minutes, a group of militiamen were in a hurry, carrying messy luggage to assemble in the open space, Luo Jingquan stood in front of the team and looked very dissatisfied.

"Disband!"

A group of militiamen dragged back to the tent with mud and water, and the night after another emergency gathering, this time it was a little better than the last time, and then after three consecutive nights of emergency gathering, finally someone couldn't stand it and asked Luo Jingquan for leave.

Luo Jingquan sat in the office, listened to Liang Hongxing's reason for asking for leave, and said: "Yes, which paragraph should be reported? I will inform you Duan to bring people back." ”

"Huh?"

Liang Hongxing ran away, so far no one deserted and asked for leave, I heard that all railway workers have to participate in militia training, and if they can't pass the test, they will have to deduct money from their unit next time they come back.

On the fifth day, the queue training ended, followed by actual shooting. Previously, the armed forces had dug three trenches in parallel lines on the sand on the banks of the Mianshui River, and the shooters were in the middle trenches, and the militiamen had been wondering what the front and rear trenches were for.

On the eighth day, everyone understood that this was specially prepared for bomb throwing, and now it is all a simulated exercise, and it is not until the last two days that the real live ammunition is also the time of assessment, everyone disagrees, and Liang Hongxing even laughed and said: "Can't even throw two meters of bombs?"

On the afternoon of the first day of the exam, after dinner, the militiamen in the tent began to dismantle their guns, wipe them, and oil them, just waiting for the evolution of live ammunition to begin.