In the grassroots organization designed by Yang Fan, the production team has three captains, one deputy and one deputy. The captain is responsible for the daily management of the production team. In Xingfu Club, Uncle Zhong is the captain. The two deputy captains, one of whom is male, are responsible for managing specific production tasks.
In terms of labor arrangements, one is female, and the women's captain is responsible for women's work arrangements.
In addition, in a production team, there are some off-duty personnel who do not participate in field work.
There is a breeder in the Xingfu Society who is responsible for feeding the horses and cattle and driving the carts. He is responsible for transporting grain back by carriage.
A security guard is responsible for keeping watch, patrolling and preventing theft, and is responsible for holding the keys to the community gate. There is a curfew on the road outside the community at night. The community has walls and gates. The security guard must wear armor and carry weapons to patrol.
A warehouse keeper, community-level warehouses are all collectively owned materials, and must be taken care of. The custodian is a person with double-barreled blunderbuss weapons.
The community also has an accountant and a cashier, who are used to calculate centimeters and distribute wages.
The community has a canteen, which is equivalent to a public restaurant. You have to pay to eat. In the kitchen, there is an old man who makes tofu and three cooks.
Because there is not enough meat, after all, the Han people are farmers, not Mongolians, so they must rely on soybeans to supplement protein. Tofu is the best food to supplement protein. Residents in the community can go to the canteen to buy tofu. They can also pay at the canteen.
Eat and entertain visiting relatives and friends.
The meat delivered by Yang Fan is mainly supplied to military and government personnel, as well as teachers and students in the education system. Technicians and skilled workers in the factory can purchase small amounts of cooked braised meat and frozen meat with the monthly meat coupons.
As for the rural areas with the largest population, this cannot be guaranteed and can only be solved by raising pigs in each village.
The staff who cook in the canteen are responsible for delivering water and food to the members who are rushing to harvest in Datian because of the tight harvest task at this time.
The Duolun City Military Control Commission issued an order that harvesters must be guaranteed to drink water. The water delivery personnel used poles to carry two buckets of fresh cold water from the wells to the fields. One bucket was filled with salt and saccharin, and the other bucket was not. Everyone can choose according to their taste.
Because white sugar is too expensive, Yang Fan can't afford it, so he has to use saccharin instead. Don't drink too much of this stuff, just drink it in moderation. Cold water with saccharin added is the favorite of young people.
When lunch arrived, the team leader asked everyone to take a collective rest and continue working after the meal.
The staple food delivered to the field in the cafeteria is corn porridge with pickles. The vegetables are pickled cabbage. Because this is the first year and the grain has not been harvested, the food is completely provided by Yang Fan. Yang Fan bought it from Hyundai
Among the bulk grains, the cheapest is the grain that has been dumped from the warehouse, among which corn is the cheapest. Three-year-old corn costs two cents more per catty.
This year, all the farmers came here eating porridge made from heavy grains. The pickles are enough. Although the food is monotonous, it has made these landless refugees very satisfied. The pickles are salt, so what a blessing it is.
The Sibeigou family, like all other families, had been sweating all morning. When they heard the sound of the captain beating the gong, they knew it was time for dinner.
According to the rules in Duolun City, the government is in charge of public projects. Also, you can exchange banknotes at the end of the year and go to shops in the city to buy things.
Si Xiaosong threw the sickle away and lay sprawled on the ground, muttering that he was exhausted. His waist felt broken, his calves were cramped, and his palms were covered with blood blisters.
His mother was so angry that she picked him up by the collar.
"Get up, don't pretend to be dead, you bastard."
I couldn't help but want to beat him up again.
After all, Si Beigou was over fifty, and he was very tired. He sighed. After all, he was still a relative from another generation, and he loved his grandson. He quickly said: "Forget it, let everyone rest for a while, and then go to eat. There are many people."
If it’s not enough, you have to wait in line for a while. Don’t worry, this kind of collective work will definitely keep everyone fed and have enough food.”
During the meal, everyone gathered together. The men were talking about the Mongols coming to attack. The women were all short-lived, so it was a rare opportunity to rest and chat.
I worked hard again in the afternoon, and before dark, dinner came.
Dinner was better than lunch. It was white flour steamed buns, and the vegetables were good, including stewed tofu. It used a lot of oil, which was fried from cheap imported frozen fat meat delivered by Yang Fan, and then stir-fried green onions with sauce and stewed it.
Tofu. Because it has been dried for a day, it cannot be made without fat and protein.
You can't go back even after dark. You have to hold a torch and thresh the sorghum harvested during the day as soon as possible. Then pack it into bags and transport it to the city. It will probably be midnight when you get home. You have to get early tomorrow to continue harvesting.
If there was no meat and fat, you would probably have to wear your clothes in a few days. Fortunately, this is Mongolia, there are beef and mutton, and frozen fat pork shipped by Yang Fan. For dinner, there will be enough white flour steamed buns and fat meat stewed with tofu.
One bowl per person.
It can be harvested during the day, but when it gets dark, it can only be threshed under the light of the fire using a pedal thresher produced in the city's workshop.
Sibeigou's eldest son and second son have the strongest physical strength and are the strongest laborers of the family. They are arranged to step on the threshing machine like the laborers of other families, while the women and young men grab sorghum and put it into the rotating threshing machine.
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An Sanxi and Huang San didn't sleep either. They led officers on horseback to patrol around to learn about the harvest progress in various places.
The four battalions of troops were also vigilantly guarding the surroundings. Today they had repelled three attacks from small tribes who tried to fish in troubled waters.
The neighboring tribes looked at the red sorghum, golden wheat, and mature rice fields, and their eyes became red.
They don't know how to harvest, nor do they know how to thresh the grains and grind them into flour. However, they can wait for the farmers to finish it and come over to grab it.
Food on the grassland is so expensive. Those shady businessmen can sell ten kilograms of rice for the price of a sheep. Now there are pits full of grain here. They are so anxious that their claws are sticking out of their throats.
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This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! An Sanxi doesn't care about these small tribes, these weak enemies are just for his direct cavalry regiment to contact hand-to-hand combat. What he is really worried about is the Tumut tribes and Duoyan Thirty-Six
Home. They obviously waited for the food to be returned to the warehouse before looting.
Wang Hao is now the squadron leader and also serves as the deputy battalion commander of the first battalion.
Today he led his 100 cavalry men into a melee with at least 300 tribal Mongols.
They were well equipped, but An Sanxi ordered that before the arrival of Tumut and Duoyan's army, they were not allowed to use firearms. They had to rely on stab-proof clothing, sabers, and ratchet steel crossbows to fight the Mongols hand-to-hand.
One is to save gunpowder to cope with future wars. The other is to train them and sharpen their guns before the battle.
Now the cavalry regiment has basically formed combat effectiveness, but its equestrian and sword skills are not yet good enough, and it is far behind the Mongols.
Yang Fan said in his reply to An Sanxi that you can't do anything after learning it. You can only learn and do it at the same time, and learn war in war. War is the best military school and teacher.
Only in battle can they grow. In the future, the cavalry regiment will serve as the backbone to compete with the slave cavalry and even the old Cossacks. There must be no shortcomings.
An Sanxi thought for a long time, and he felt that the master was right. If you can't let go of your children, you won't be able to fight the wolf. You can't be too protective of them, otherwise they will suffer big losses on the cruel battlefield.
Wang Hao had been stabbed at least twenty times today. If it hadn't been for the stab-resistant suit and lined body armor, several of his lives would have been lost.
His body was covered with bruises. He was in the lead, and the officers and soldiers below were not in good shape either. It felt like all the bones in his body were about to break.
"Poof!" Wang Hao spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm.
His gums were damaged and bleeding. Fortunately, the beak helmet was reliable, and it was only shaken, otherwise half of his face would have been smashed by a mace.
Another round of crossbow arrows was fired at the fleeing Mongols, and a dozen people in the distance fell off their horses.
"Retreat your troops, they are exhausted today and will not come tonight." Wang Hao made a judgment.
The Mongols were nothing more than that. He thought to himself that the past six months of training and fighting had given him great confidence. With the overwhelming advantage of equipment and horses, the Mongolians' skill with bows and horses was really of no use.
"Let's go, Boss An said, let's treat everyone tonight. Each squadron will roast a whole lamb and drink three ounces of white wine."
As soon as Wang Hao finished speaking, his cubs howled like wolves. They heard that there was a roasted whole lamb, and each of them was as energetic as a lion cub.
