Throughout May and June, the brick kiln was in operation. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info furnace after furnace, almost everyone participates in shifts, gray faces, rough fingers, is proof of their status as laborers.

While the small brick kiln was converting the mud into green bricks and tiles, another team led by Lin Qian was also working intensively.

No cement? It's hard to be a builder of knowledge!

Lime plus sand and water is the building adhesive.

To the east of the moor, there are small lakes dotted with sand, and there is no shortage of sand, so you don't need to go deeper, you can dig a path at the edge to dig up sand.

The trouble is shipping. The mortar team made a wooden trailer, which was towed by a tractor, and without wheels, the wood was bent to make it like a sled.

After April, you can't ski, you can only ski in the mud and grass. If the friction is large, the tractor horsepower is strong enough.

This leads to the second trouble, how to screen sand without a screen?

Jin Jing naively suggested that a mosquito net could be used as a sieve.

This naïve proposal was immediately rejected by Lin Qian. Mosquito nets are an important guarantee for a safe passage through the summer and must not be treated as consumables, not to mention the low strength of the gauze, which may be possible to sift flour, but sifting sand is simply not realistic.

At the moment when everyone was in trouble, Master Mao Zhigang once again rescued the predicament.

He made a "human double-layer rod vibrating filter". Regarding naming, he explained it this way:

Manpower - two people, one tall and one short, carrying a machine that looks like a coffin without a lid;

Sticks - the bottom surface of the machine is not a wooden board, but a wooden strip arranged at a certain gap to form a surface;

Double-layer - there are two layers of rods, and the middle layer is very thin;

Vibration - two people cooperate with each other according to a certain rhythm, shake their bodies, and drive the machine;

Filter - Fine sand leaks through the cracks in the bottom surface!

This machine is very cumbersome and very inefficient, but it can meet the function of sifting sand. The key is to ensure that the rods are straight and the gap is constant, blocking the stones and leaking fine sand.

To achieve the above two points, the achievement of the "God of Handwork" reputation.

But everyone felt that it was too shameful to shake their bodies in unison!

Jin Tong took his turn more than once for this work, and every time he roared in his heart: "Is crossing just to sift sand!" Changping Sand Field, which I didn't have the opportunity to see in my previous life, did I still make up for this lesson after all? ”

Sift the fine sand and the mortar is ready! Big build begins!

Martin is the chief bricklayer, with a few apprentices who learn quickly, Chen Zhenxiu is the chief engineer, and the others are mortar, moving bricks, and feeding.

Heavy physical labor makes people suffer from backache and leg pain, red and swollen shoulders, and often wears out the skin of the fingers.

But since coming to the wasteland, they have gone through too much hardship, and this training is nothing.

The work is arranged in the morning and the meeting is summarized in the evening, and the revolutionaries must not only bury their heads in hard work, but also summarize their experience to ensure that the schedule keeps up with the plan.

Wu Rui took the lead and worked hardest. He encouraged everyone to "roll a body of mud, grind a callus, and refine a red heart!" ”

"Hold back the pain, don't be cowardly!"

"Iron shoulders are refined!"

Zhou Lanqiu did a good job of needlework and sewed a lot of thick cloth pads on her shoulders, which greatly relieved the shoulder pain of the laborers.

After all, it is a young person, and if you grit your teeth and persist for a few days, you will get used to it.

Being good at learning is their greatest strength.

Gradually, they drew some tips from practice, which were summarized into a mantra: "Make the spade not brute, find the right support point"; "Don't be stiff when you pick up the burden, avoid the protruding bones, tilt the head obliquely, the neck meat is the thickest, hold the air with the waist, and tremble with the steps" and so on.

The higher the scaffolding, the more laborious it is to throw bricks upward, which is stable and accurate, but He Gongda practiced a unique skill in silence.

He used a wooden shovel to throw bricks at the scaffolding, throwing two at a time, and the bricks stuck together without moving. Jin Tong was quite interested in learning from him, but he couldn't practice.

The granary was built first.

Cylindrical silo with a diameter of three meters. The ground floor is a half-meter-high moisture-proof layer, made of bricks and wood, paved with lime; The middle floor is a 2-meter-high storage room with thick walls and a grain outlet; There is a waterproof layer and a conical top cover on the top.

They use the improved seeds issued by the Reclamation Bureau, and the yield per mu is about 200 to 300 catties. And the storage space of the granary is 50 cubic meters, which is more than enough capacity.

This was followed by a tractor garage and a stable--forage storehouse.

Pasture is abundant in the wasteland.

One of the most popular among livestock is "sheep grass". It rejuvenates in early spring and grows quickly, with long, wide and nutritious leaves. When buying a horse, Ashku once told Jin Tong, "Sheep grass is a fine grain for livestock, oily, and it is fattening immediately after feeding." Horse manure is all oily black dung eggs, and the Daqi Military Horse Farm is specially used to feed war horses. ”

The three horses of the exile suffered a lot in winter, and although they had hay to eat and occasional meat, they lost a lot of weight, and looked very pitiful. Since eating sheep grass in the spring, it has been the same every day, and it quickly recovers its shape.

Reserve overwintering feed should be after the wheat harvest, the growth cycle of sheep grass is long, and the grass is cut in August and September.

The reason why the stable garage was built first was to practice for the big tile house.

The fourth completed project is the canteen--conference hall. This large brick house is the most magnificent in the whole camp, with a spacious kitchen inside and a fire dragon underneath.

The beams are cut in the winter and need to be further dried. They built several small drying ovens out of green bricks, and the wood was built on top of them to bake, and although the skin was a little charred and the material was slightly reduced, it was enough.

The day of the girder was very lively.

Relying on rudimentary scaffolding, placing heavy pine wood on a brick wall more than four meters high requires a lot of experience, and the slightest mistake can lead to accidents and even deaths.

Although this group of people is the first brother, they have Chen Zhenxiu's engineering theory, He Gongda's physical calculations, Mao's superb skills and Wu Rui's skillful command. Everyone worked together, the man who carried the beam made full efforts, the person who commanded danced with his hands, the crowd shouted the trumpet, and the onlookers held their breath.

The girder is erected!

Everyone cheered and cheered.

But on this day, there was a man who was disappointed.

On this day, Jin Tong interviewed everyone who intersected with her on the day of Xu Jingjing's death, their topics, and every word they talked about.

……

After getting up that day, Xu Jingjing told Lin Qian that although the weather was getting warmer, she should also wash her face with hot water to get less sick. Lin Qian laughed at her, she didn't know that people who practice martial arts are physically strong.

In the kitchen, she told Bu Yiren, who was also on duty, that the cabbage had been eaten up, and she should pick more wild vegetables. Step one agreed to put the wild vegetable reserve on the agenda.

At breakfast, she asked Wu Rui what to build after the bricks were produced. Wu Rui hopes to start with a simple practice, and more specifically hold a meeting to discuss.

After eating, she asked Cao Dong to help her go to the stilt warehouse to get the back basket.

When she left the camp, she greeted everyone she met.

……

Then, there is Lu Tianxi's account of that day.

In the afternoon, Jin Tong wrote a new chapter of "Notes on the Great Wilderness" - "Sacrifice".

Without any lyrical description, he only used cold brushstrokes to record how Xu Jingjing spent the last day of her life.

After writing it, Jin Jing rushed to see it, he thought about it and didn't stop it.

After reading it, my sister's face was full of puzzlement.

"Brother, you-" Jin Jing hesitated, "Why is it written so ......?" ”

"Calm down?"

"Yes and no, I don't know. Feeling - like no feelings. ”

"There are two reasons."

"Two?"

"First, although everyone has worked hard these days, their mental state is not right, including myself, and I am overzealous. This kind of fanaticism should be out of compensation, and the cause is Xu Jingjing's death. And Lu Tianxi is the other extreme ......"

Jin Tong sighed, "We must face up to reality and calm down. For Lu Tianxi, re-experiencing the grief of that day and waking him up ruthlessly can be regarded as a small means of psychotherapy. ”

"Brother, you can also do psychotherapy......"

"No...... Give it a try! ”

"I kind of understand. What is the second reason? ”

"Only by recording death can we continue the flash of life, which is the meaning of the existence of words!"

“…… I don't understand—"

"I will understand it slowly in the future!"

After appeasing his sister, Jin Tong found Wu Rui and asked for a temporary reading club.

The cafeteria was not tiled, and the reading party was still held in a large tent. At the meeting, he read "Sacrifice" aloud.

His voice didn't rise and fall, and it was also icy. Because he was afraid that once he was emotionally engaged, he would cry. The kind of grief that hurts is indescribable.

He coldly recounted every detail of Xu Jingjing's death. Everyone listened quietly and wept silently.

Lu Tianxi is dumbfounded these days, and he does whatever others tell him to do; No one commanded, so he held Xu Jingjing's diary and didn't move. He never even opened the diary.

When she finished reading the last paragraph, Xu Jingjing completely disappeared into the swamp, and "Don't come here......" became the last sentence she left to the world.

Jin Tong added the only comment.

"Our lives may grow old, but her youth will never be immortal."

Lu Tianxi suddenly hid his face and cried bitterly.

Wu Rui stroked his back and sighed softly, "It's good to cry, it's good to cry." ”

The book ended with a sob.

From this day on, if anyone mentions Xu Jingjing again, everyone will not fall silent. They will simply say, "That's one of us, a pioneer who died for the revolution." ”