out of tolerance. Carrying logs
Yang Yongwen. One morning in April '87, after breakfast, the platoon informed: people who are not on duty, bring backpack ropes out of tolerance, and then we.
Seven or eight people, under the leadership of communications platoon commander Bai Kezhuan, came to the automobile class and boarded the Jiefang brand car driven by veteran Li in the parking lot.
The morning was sunny, there was a thin layer of mist in the air, the car drove away from the Giddon camp for a while, about a few hundred meters, a peach tree appeared in front of me, the peach blossoms in white and red were in full bloom, the fog moistened each peach blossom, it looked extraordinarily enchanting, the peach tree was about three meters high, and the diameter of the tree was about.
Twenty or thirty centimeters, I heard the veterans on the car say that these are wild peach trees, because in the alpine region, the flowering time is a little later, and the fruit is small, about the same size as plums, not delicious, mainly used for ornamentation, I said: Oh! It seems that the people of ** also love flowers, appreciate flowers, and love life.
The car drove downhill all the way, as if shuttling in a dreamlike fairyland, about 20 minutes or so to reach the foot of the mountain, and then along a section of the riverside road, there is a house that looks like a machine room on the side of the road, I asked the old man Pan of the call class what the house is for, he said that the camp has just completed the construction of a small hydropower station, machinery and equipment have been installed, but we will not operate and maintain, the battalion sent people to the mainland to study, and they can generate electricity when they come back, I was secretly happy after listening, It seems that the lights are about to be seen, and it is a bit unaccustomed to using candles for lighting at night.
The car continued to drive forward, and after passing the section of two simple cement slab bridges, it began to climb again, and the green seedlings growing in the crops on the side of the road were lush and green, and I pointed to and asked the old soldier Zhang: Is that a wheat seedling? He said: No, it is highland barley seedlings, the staple food eaten by the Tibetan people, which is made of mature highland barley, and it can also be used to make mellow barley wine, I said: Oh! I know, let me grow my knowledge again.
In the car, I saw the veteran Guan of the outside line class carrying a steel drill about 1 meter long, and a finger-thick hemp rope, so I asked him: What are we doing here? He said: We went to move wood, and not long after the construction of the border defense for three consecutive years, there were still some finishing projects that needed wood, and I said, "Oh, I saw that the battalion headquarters health center was still under construction."
In this way, after driving for about an hour, the car arrived at the barra mountain primeval forest logging site, where several workers were working, and birds perched in the trees or foraging underground, and the sound of workers and birds chirping became the main theme in the forest.
We got out of the car, and then put down the back door and the door on one side, and then Li Lao drove the side of the car to lean against a ridge, the bottom of the car and the ridge floor are almost as flat, and then we went to choose the log that is estimated to be moved, the diameter of the log is about centimeters, the length of the meter, the wood is still wet and heavy, first use a steel drill to pry up the log, tie the hemp rope and the universal military backpack rope we brought, and then we shouted.
One, two, three, hard number, everyone pulled and pulled, out of the strength of the whole body, very hard to drag the logs to the car, one by one, after the number is enough, close the door and return.
The car returned the same way, the road is all dirt and stone roads, and there are a lot of potholes, there is a section of the road is still very narrow, the carriage is almost about to rub the mountain, because it is a heavy car, the log is heavy almost to flatten the steel plate of the rear axle of the car, so the speed is not fast, we are in the carriage or standing or squatting on the log, feel that it is bumpy when it does not come, relatively stable much, the car is over the pothole, because the carriage is wooden, you can hear the sound of the carriage cooing, cooing, the car is as slow as an old ox pulling the cart when climbing the mountain, However, it went well, and we finally reached the battalion headquarters, and we unloaded the logs in the stacking area, so that the mission was completed.
We are handsome after labor!
Note: The illustrations in this article are all from the Internet).
About the Author:
Yang Yongwen. Han nationality, a native of Luzhou, Sichuan, born in June 1968, high Chinese, served in the Fifth Battalion of the Shannan Military Subdistrict of the former ** Military Region from October 1986 to April 1990, and joined the Party in January 1990. He has served as a clerk in a recruit company, a communicator in the battalion headquarters, and a driver.
Author: Yang Yongwen.