The matter of picking up dung is definitely the ultimate torture for Zhuang Yan.

He tried it once, but quickly gave up again.

Because when he was picking fertilizer, he had to free one hand to cover his nose, but he couldn't balance the two buckets full of "fertilizer" at all, and a lot of it splashed out, which made him scream in shock.

Xu Xingguo happened to also come to pick up dung, and when he saw the solemn embarrassment, he looked contemptuous.

He looked down on Zhuang Zheng's pampered appearance, so he deliberately filled the two buckets of dung, and proudly walked two times in front of Zheng Zheng before picking them up in the ground.

Although Zhuang Yan was so angry that he gritted his teeth, he had no choice but to wait for Zuo Xiaoheng to come back, and hurriedly put it on cheekily.

"Xiaoheng, let's talk."

"What's the matter?"

"Do me a favor."

“…… Lao Zhuang, you see that your eyes are wrong, there must be no good thing. ”

Zhuang Yan is a well-known troublemaker in the company, and he always loves to stab Lou Zi, which everyone knows.

"Look, I'm ......"

solemnly pointed to the dung bucket on the ground, and said with both hands: "I really don't know how to fiddle with things, let's talk about business." ”

"Business?"

"Look, are we revolutionary comrades-in-arms?" Zhuang Zhuang looked at Zuo Xiaoheng with a wicked smile.

Zuo Xiaoheng nodded, which was considered to be approved: "We are in the same class." ”

"That's right! Usually we sing like this, and our comrades-in-arms are like brothers. He smiled solemnly and put his hand on Zuo Xiaoheng's shoulder: "I'm two years older, even if it's your brother, right?" ”

Zuo Xiaoheng didn't know how to answer for a while, and in the end he could only nod.

"In that case, we should help each other." solemnly pointed to the two big black buckets on the ground: "Now my brother really can't handle these two things, to be honest, your brother and I haven't seen what the dung bucket looks like at home......"

Speaking of this, he said with a sad face: "Even if you help your revolutionary comrades-in-arms, you can help me pick them." I didn't pick a burden, I'll buy you a pack of Temeisi. ”

Zuo Xiaoheng said: "That's not good, it's not a matter of cigarettes, let the squad leader see that neither of us can eat and walk around." ”

solemnly looked left and right, made sure that there was no one, and said: "Look, if you don't pick dung, you don't come here, you help me jump behind the row house next to the basketball court, and I will pick it up in the field." ”

It was only twenty meters from the basketball court to the side hustle field, and this distance, Zhuang Yan felt that he could grit his teeth and get through.

I only pick up the dung once a week, and this bag of Temei is too cost-effective.

Both of them are comrades-in-arms who have been in a platoon since the beginning of the recruit company, and of course Zuo Xiaoheng knows that the soldiers in this city have not lied to themselves, and it is estimated that they really can't do it.

So he nodded and said, "Okay!" Deal! ”

An agreement was reached, Zuo Xiaoheng temporarily put down his dung bucket and helped Zhuang Zheng complete the task first.

Jumping the dung bucket towards the sideline land, he didn't expect to meet Xu Xingguo who returned for the second time.

The solemn heart chuckled.

Xu Xingguo has always been an activist, and he has a dislike for himself, so he is solemnly afraid that he will tell the squad leader to make a small report.

Fortunately, Xu Xingguo didn't say anything, just glanced at Zheng Zheng and Zuo Xiaoheng twice, passed by, and didn't say anything.

The matter of picking up dung seems to have been solved temporarily, and solemnly feels that he has passed another level, and his heart is happy.

But this beautiful day didn't last a few days, and when the class meeting was held, Yin Xiancong solemnly asked him to name him and criticized him fiercely, saying that he bought people's hearts with small favors and was afraid of hardship and tiredness and didn't want to pick up dung.

After the meeting, Zuo Xiaoheng also asked Zhuang Zheng to say that he would not dare to help him pick up feces in the future, Zhuang Zhuang was so angry that his teeth hurt, and he thought that it was also Xu Xingguo's secret, and he was so angry that his teeth itched.

At this point, Zhuang Zhuang had to grit his teeth and use all his strength to learn to pick dung.

I was splashed with feces several times, and I felt very sad and inexplicable.

To say that he is not a wreck at home, but when he arrived in the army, that sense of superiority suddenly disappeared.

Other comrades-in-arms from the countryside can do anything, but they don't understand anything, and they are stupider than others even picking up dung.

Actually, it's not just that.

There are many more things that have taken a toll on solemn self-confidence.

The army was an unfamiliar environment, and he found himself learning everything from scratch.

In the blink of an eye, the company has been under the company for more than a month, the training is hard and tired, and the skin on the solemn elbow is broken and healed, and it is broken again; The blisters on the palms of my hands have changed a few times, and they have formed a full layer of cocoons.

Shooting training began with the first practice and moved into the second practice, and then began to teach the basic theory of the third exercise, and it seems that it will soon enter the third practice of live ammunition shooting.

The solemnly sent letter still did not have any desired results.

Zhuang Zhenguo's letter is always one sentence: serve with peace of mind, train hard, everything is fine at home, don't read it!

For his family, Zhuang Zheng was completely desperate at this time.

If you want to go to the hygienist training camp or the correspondent training camp, I'm afraid you can only rely on yourself.

The time soon came to mid-March, and on this day, company commander Zhang Jianxing suddenly reported a good news before dinner.

"Comrades! I've been training hard lately, but don't you think it's hard too!? ”

The words of the company commander did not receive a response.

Of course, solemn will not be stupid to shout "yes" or "no" in the limelight.

Because Chen Qingming, the third squad leader, asked the same thing countless times when he was assembled or after training.

If you answer "yes", then it means that you are afraid of hardship, and if you are afraid of hardship, you should practice more, and if you practice more, you will not be afraid of hardship, because when you know that tomorrow will be more bitter every day, you will not feel bitter yesterday.

If you answer "no", it means that the training is not in place, and the "satisfaction" has not yet reached the state of "satisfaction", which means that the training should be strengthened.

This is the logic of the elite field troops, and it is also the logic of the squad leaders represented by Chen Qingming.

It's a fucking trap!

Seeing that no one in the company squeaked, company commander Zhang Jianxing felt a little embarrassed.

So he coughed twice as a cover-up.

He added, "Are you all scared?" ”

Still no one answered.

This sentence is essentially no different from nonsense.

Zhang Jianxing also seemed to find that he shouldn't say a word of nonsense at all, so he went straight to the point and said: "The day after tomorrow, our company has ten places for tolerance, which is a very good tolerance, I want to give it to the comrades with the best training, and the squad leaders don't fight, there is only one place, and the rest are all for new comrades." ”

Of the 10 tolerance places, 1 is for the squad leader and the remaining 9 are for recruits.

The first time I heard the word "tolerance", I used to hear this word, as if the kind of yamen head-catching in costume dramas in film and television dramas is called "tolerance".

"What's tolerance?" Solemn couldn't help but whisper to the seriousness standing behind him.

Seriously, he said: "You just don't need to train, you have to do duty." ”

"Duty?" Zhuang Yan didn't dare to ask more, for fear of being caught talking in the team and being taken out as a negative example.

But to be serious, it seems that this "tolerance" is a good thing.

At least not to train.

For solemnity, no training is better than anything else.