Most of the workers were chatty, their voices were loud, and they were talking nonsense, which was actually quite interesting.
There is a man in the forest farm who is called a "know-it-all". His surname is Song. Everyone calls him Song Laowan. This guy specializes in talking about women.
Not only did he talk about the women in front of him, from history and foreign countries, but he also didn’t know where he knew such people.
Each one of them can be told vividly and vividly, and there is never any repetition in the new style.
No one knows whether Song Laowan is just talking nonsense or if he is really knowledgeable.
There is also a tractor-driving master named Zhuang. This man can speak eloquently about astronomy, geography, history and politics, and he has a nose and an eye.
That's really what he knew five hundred years ago and five hundred years later. There was nothing he didn't know.
There is a master named Xiao among the loaders. He went to private school for several years when he was a child, and he also likes to read some "idle books". He is considered a cultural person.
I always like to talk about anecdotes, folk tales, and fragmented fragments of classical literature from all over the world.
Occasionally, there will be a piece of Peking Opera, Ping Opera, local opera, etc., which always attracts applause from the whole house.
If the master chef in the kitchen is finished, he will come over to join in the fun.
Talking about delicacies from mountains and seas, famous cigarettes and good wines often makes the audience salivate.
Of course, the most eternal topic is always women.
Talking about the things between men and women, talking about young girls and middle-aged women, talking about widows and widowers being sneaky, talking about beautiful women and ugly women.
"Hey? Haining, you just got married a few days ago and you left your wife to work in the mountains. Don't you miss your wife?"
Originally, Gao Haining and Sheng Xiping were in a corner, listening to stories with great interest.
As a result, I don’t know which Huba Chaoer happened to see these young men.
Those gentlemen were so thick-skinned that they deliberately made fun of the newly married Gao Haining.
Although Gao Haining is usually carefree, after all, he just got married and is thin-skinned.
When those gentlemen said this, their faces turned red. "You guys, stop talking nonsense."
The more Gao Haining behaved like this, the more excited the group of people became, and each of them became even less conceited.
"Old Xiao, if you have a plump and tender little daughter-in-law at home, you won't be worried about her.
I guess Haining can't sleep at night thinking about his wife?" The people next to him also followed suit.
"No, no, I don't have one." Gao Haining's face turned red and he stuttered because of the noise from these people.
Sheng Xiping couldn't help but sigh when he saw Gao Haining's stupidity.
You silly boy, the more you can't get away with it, the more these people will make fun of you.
"Master Xiao, I remember your aunt, she is thirty-five this year, right?
A woman of this age is incredible. Uncle Xiao, can you handle it?
When I went down the mountain during the Chinese New Year last year, it seemed that Uncle Xiao didn't get up at noon the next day, so he was trapped under the quilt, right?
I just don’t know if Uncle Xiao will have any bones left when we go down the mountain and go home this year? He won’t be able to get up again by then, right?”
It's just a matter of competition to see who is thick-skinned.
How old is Sheng Xiping in two lifetimes combined? Are you playing this in front of him?
Sure enough, as soon as these words came out, the worker named Xiao suddenly lost his composure.
He married his wife late, in his thirties, and they were ten years apart.
At his age, not only is he incompetent, but he is still a bit intimidated when it comes to dealing with the tigress at home.
"Xiping, you said that you are an unmarried young man, but you are quite thick-skinned. You dare to talk about anything."
Lao Xiao was choked up by Sheng Xiping's words, and his face became a little worried.
"Hey, isn't this a joke?
Uncle Xiao can make fun of Haining and his new wife, so why don’t others talk about you and your aunt?"
Sheng Xiping looked indifferent and was thick-skinned compared to him. These people were all inferior.
At this moment, everyone's roar of laughter almost lifted the roof of the cafeteria.
It's just a pastime after dinner, just to make everyone laugh, it can't be taken seriously.
As everyone laughed, time passed quickly. After eight o'clock, everyone went back to the dormitory to sleep.
After being punished by Zhao Limin, Li Dazhuang felt much better. He worked normally every day and no longer dared to be lazy and idle.
The lumberjack felled the wood and the assistant cut the branches.
If it is a mechanized skidding and flow operation, the logs can be directly locked onto the belt, dragged to the loading yard with a skidding tractor, directly loaded onto the original log trolley, and transported to the forestry bureau's lumber yard.
But Sheng Xiping and the others were working in Guileng, and they were collecting materials manually.
In the middle, there is an additional step of making materials.
That is to leave a reserve length according to the type and length of wood required by the enterprise, and then cut the logs to facilitate subsequent gathering.
The requirement for making materials is to make as much long wood as possible and as little short wood as possible.
Most wood-making tools use chain saws. Since the educated youth team doesn’t have that many chain saws available, they use curved handle saws.
After building the materials, it’s time to collect the materials.
Manual skidding actually means lifting large logs. A group of six to eight people borrow special tools to lift four to six meters long logs and transport them to a designated location.
When lifting wood, the thick end of the wood is in front and the small end is in the back.
The big wood has eight people with four sets of bars, and the small wood has six people with three sets of bars.
The wooden pole used to lift the wood is thin at both ends and thick in the middle. A thick nylon rope is tied to a groove in the middle. The lower end of the rope is a special stainless steel hook.
The two people put the pole on their shoulders, one hand holding the head of the pole to prevent it from sliding down their shoulders, and the other holding the hook.
The two of them bent down and stood on both sides and hung up on the horizontal wood at the same time. At the same time, they stood up and stood up, and the special stainless steel hook penetrated deeply into the wood.
The leader of the group shouted, "Get up—"
Eight people worked on four bars at the same time, and the huge piece of wood was lifted out of the snow.
"Let's all work hard together -" the leader yelled.
"Howling—" everyone echoed.
"Straighten your waist——" "Howling——"
"Look where you are -" "Howling -"
"Be careful with your waist and legs——" "Howling——"
The leader raises his head and exerts the greatest strength. He is responsible for shouting orders, and also controls the direction and plays a navigation role.
Usually, the people who take the lead are usually strong men.
In the past, when there was no mechanized lumbering, workers who lifted large logs were rated very high, and some could even be rated as level seven workers.
Including salary and subsidy, it can reach nearly one hundred yuan.
Nowadays, most forest farms use mechanized timber harvesting, and this kind of woodworking chant is rarely heard.
That is, the educated youth team still uses the most primitive working method, which is to lift wood manually.
"Please pay attention to your steps. We don't ask for speed, we must be stable.
No matter who has any problem, please shout quickly and don’t just put down the pressure.”
As the team leader, Sheng Xiping is not completely out of work. When encountering big wood, he has to be the one who takes the lead.
Sheng Xiping and Chen Weiguo stood in a row, holding up the thick wooden heads, followed by six people.
The crowd shouted slogans and carried the wood to the mouth of the ditch.