"The whole army is involved in the killing of locusts?" Zhao Qian looked at the notice posted out, and the whole person was a little confused.

When I turned my head to look at the sky, I saw locusts flying everywhere. The Song army stationed two divisions near Kaifeng, and the total number of these two divisions was no more than 20,000. Relying on 20,000 people to kill so many locusts sounds unreliable.

Zhao Qian didn't know what to say, so he could only remain silent. However, in his heart, Zhao Qian felt that this kind of action was really a representative of futility.

The troops talked about obedience, but they felt that something was wrong in their hearts, and Zhao Qian did not have the courage to resist the order. What is needed to kill locusts is equipment, and on the first day the order was issued, the troops began to make bamboo killing tools.

Zhao Qian and his comrades-in-arms silently knotted the net with hemp rope, the thicker hemp rope was used as the backbone, and the thin hemp rope was knotted into a thin net on it. Watching Zhao Qian quickly punch out a net pocket, his comrades-in-arms were quite surprised. Someone couldn't help but ask, "Squad leader, what did your family do before?" ”

Hearing this question, Zhao Qian swallowed the very thin question of "You haven't done a handicraft class" back into his stomach. Zhao Qian's school is a relatively powerful school, and the management of this school is extremely strict. All the babies dare to brag about what their father does in school, they will be severely criticized by the teacher, and their parents will be called. In such an era, the result of calling parents makes even the most stubborn children dare not sweat. And the school will not hesitate to expel students who are deemed unteachable.

In addition to strict school discipline, this school also has a very large number of learning programs. For example, handicraft classes, housework classes, cooking classes. This kind of insect trap is just one of the handicrafts that must be completed back then. There are also kite making, small benches being made, and simple furniture repairs.

Before graduating from such a school, Zhao Qian once thought that this kind of education was something that all students who had attended school should receive. Later, Zhao Qian understood that things were far from being like this.

"I've seen other people weave nets before, and after watching too much, my heart is empty." Zhao Qian replied. In many cases, what people need is an explanation, not a real need for facts. It is not difficult to give an explanation, and most of the people in the army are southerners. Southerners are no strangers to fishing nets.

Just like the education received, Zhao Qian's words calmed everyone's doubts very well. In addition, Zhao Qian also helped everyone to do it and taught everyone some small details of production, and the comrades-in-arms in the class all paid attention to their work.

After each person made three insect traps and completed the specified tasks, everyone continued to talk about the above arrangement, "Can we kill so many locusts?" ”

"It's definitely not going to be finished." Zhao Qian replied. Such a simple thing is not something that can be done by relying on a propaganda campaign.

"Since we can't finish killing them, why do you want us to participate in the killing of locusts?" Comrades-in-arms asked questions.

"Let's ask the instructor when we have a meeting." Zhao Qian directly threw the pot that should be thrown to the instructor who should have been responsible. This question is actually very good, and Zhao Qian also wants to know why he is making such a futile resistance.

When Zhao Qian's squad leader made a decision, Wen Tianxiang and Wen Zhizhou also sent a telegram to Zhao Guan's family in Hangzhou. "The locust plague is too big for the Kaifeng area to deal with, and I hope that this year the imperial court can deliver grain along the canal to implement relief."

When the telegram was sent, Wen Tianxiang was in a heavy mood. When he was in Jiangnan, he was not so passive in the face of the locust plague. At that time, the linkage of various places was very synchronous, relying on cable telegraphs, all the locust plagues were vigorously killed, and people were specially sent to the locust production site to dig up locust eggs and burn them. I didn't expect that in Henan, Wen Zhizhou would be so helpless.

The telegram from the army and the telegram from the local government were delivered to Zhao Jiaren at the same time, and at this moment, the company instructor in the unit was speaking to his company.

"Some comrades must think that we are doing useless work. The locust plague is so big, what use can we have with 10,000 people in one division, even if we are tired and die and come back to life. It will definitely not solve the whole locust plague. The instructor exclaimed.

Zhao Qian and his comrades-in-arms did not say anything, because this was what they said in their hearts.

"If it is for the entire locust plague, the 10,000 people of our army really can't solve the entire locust plague. But for the 10,000 of us, we should be able to kill millions, tens of millions of locusts with our strength. If we limit our victory to the culling of locusts every day, I think we can achieve such a victory! What do you think? The instructor's voice was loud and did not hesitate at all.

Zhao Qian's heart was shocked. He found that his idea was based on a complete victory, that is, he was thinking about a plague of locusts of gigantic proportions. However, the struggle in the eyes of the instructors was limited to the size of the entire division. Now the battle that everyone is engaged in is only their own battle, and the victory that everyone wants to win is only the victory that they can grasp.

Such a perception made Zhao Qian feel incompatible with what he had seen before, but it was more attractive. As Zhao Jiaren's son, Zhao Qian didn't give birth to the idea of being the crown prince last year. Even now, Zhao Qian doesn't feel that he is a prince.

However, as the son of Zhao Jinshi, Zhao Tidian, Zhao Zhizhou, Zhao Xianggong, and Zhao Taiwei, Zhao Qian was educated that he should be a person who can take charge of national affairs like his father. The locust plague is a major national event. Big things naturally deserve solutions to big things, but in the past few days, Zhao Qian found that he couldn't think of a solution.

It wasn't until he listened to the instructor's order that Zhao Qian felt a shock.

"Comrades, each of us wants to win the battle. If we think that winning a battle is the victory of one person, then there is a problem, none of us can defeat tens of thousands of enemies on our own. If we want to defeat the enemy, each of us can complete our own tasks, and the army composed of our individual people one by one can achieve victory. Victory is never a one-person thing, victory is always everyone's thing. In this matter, our troops have thrown themselves into exterminating locusts, and there is no way to solve the locust plague. But that's not why we're deserters. Locusts also rely on fertility to reproduce, and we have killed millions of locusts this time, making it impossible for these millions of locusts to continue to reproduce. The next time you fight locusts, you'll encounter fewer locusts. The locust plague will not be limited to this time, there will be a next one. However, our fighting spirit, our desire to serve our country, must not be shaken in the slightest. As soldiers, we have to fight for the country......"

Zhao Qian raised his hand and wiped the overflowing tears. As the son of Zhao Jiaren, Zhao Qian knows that everyone has to fight for the country. If you don't struggle, there will be a tragedy like the surrender of Lin'an. The dignified Song court, the dignified Song officials, queens, queen mothers, royal families, and clans actually surrendered to the alien race on their knees in order to beg for forgiveness from the alien race.

But it wasn't until today that Zhao Qian suddenly understood that what he had previously thought of as struggle was narrow. He believed that only the things that determine the fate of the country were struggles, but he didn't expect that struggles would exist around him all the time. Just as the instructor said, if every time we encounter problems or difficulties, we can choose to struggle, and accumulate a lot, the day of final victory will surely come.

Realizing this, Zhao Qian burst into tears of excitement. At this moment, he felt that he understood what he had not been able to understand before, why his father Zhao Jiaren was busy every day. Now he understands a little that his father Zhao Jiaren is facing challenges all the time and trying to move forward more. Even if he can't move forward, Zhao Jiaren's father will resist the pressure and not retreat. Sailing against the current and not retreating is a banner that will be hung in the school, and now Zhao Qian feels a little bit about why such a banner was hung back then, and he wants to tell the students how to understand this sentence.

The Zhao family didn't know what his son was thinking, and when he sent his son to the army, he had already sent the best political commissar and the best instructor. The education that should be given to Zhao Qian, Zhao Jiaren has already asked Zhao Qian to complete. Zhao Jiaren also felt that he had talked about the truths that should be taught to Zhao Qian. Including leading by example, Zhao Jiaren feels that he is not a saint, and he is not a garbage. At this time, Zhao Qian should also rely on himself to go through his own life.

So Zhao Guanjia read the army's telegram, and then read Wen Tianxiang's telegram and Wen Zhizhou's telegram. He didn't even think about what his son was going to do, but thought about how to reply to Wen Tianxiang and Wen Zhizhou. In Zhao Jiaren's opinion, Wen Tianxiang's choice was very bad. The attitude of the army is right, that is, it is not capable of solving the locust plague, and it must also have the mind to fight the locust plague.

Thinking of this, Zhao Jiaren picked up the pen and wrote a letter to Wen Tianxiang. After writing it, he handed the letter to his secretary and said, "Copy it down, and this will be the content of this study in this society." ”

The secretary was ordered to go. The next day, at the general meeting of the society, the members of the society got the printed manuscripts.

'Since Huma peeped into the river, the pond trees have been wasted, and they are still tired of talking about soldiers'. This is a common problem of literati, who want victory, and what they want is the reward and honor that comes after victory. The problem with the literati is that they never want hard work. This is completely understandable, because struggle is hard work. It's a long-term thing, and it's something that you have to face every day when you wake up. It is a thing that makes us impetuous, makes us realize that we are incompetent and useless, makes us angry, and makes us go over two or three or even dozens of times.

So we hate struggle, so we hate to see our true selves through struggle......

The members of the society read Zhao Guanjia's article, and their faces became more and more unsightly.