Ruslan and his companions arrived at Misi Ferry as fast as they could. He reported the big fish to the village chief Kavitsky, and even more elaborately described it as an epic ten-meter-long fish.
giant catfish.
Invisibly, two groups of people fishing in different river basins are competing secretly.
Yang Mingzhi sent a telegram to Kavitsky at Missi Ferry at night. He praised the many giant catfish caught in the Pripet River, which was equivalent to his dissatisfaction with Kavitsky's work.
This was great, even a young man entered his temporary headquarters like an auspicious magpie. Kavitsky got up in an excited moment. His eyes were shining and he asked: "What? A ten-meter-long fish?! It's absolutely true."
Really?!"
Ruslan was also unambiguous: "I guarantee with honor that it is absolutely true! That big fish almost killed one of our soldiers."
"Oh what a terrible creature! I have decided that the big fish must be turned into jerky!"
"For specific details, our commander has written another letter, please read it."
Kavitsky quickly read Kharkov's short and jaw-dropping letter, realized that the situation was serious, and quickly called the communications soldier over.
The strategic development period after the Guerrilla Republic campaign has arrived. The construction of military strongholds and residential settlements has begun in an all-round way, and fishing for all people will lay a solid logistical foundation for future development.
Especially regarding the issue of food reserves, good information was passed to the headquarters one after another.
On August 19, anyway, the entrance to the kitchen turned into an open-air pickled fish processing factory. Yang Mingzhi simply stayed in the headquarters to strategize, so as not to get the smell of fish all over his body.
"Brother, did you go fishing yourself? Why do I feel like I'm married to a fisherman?" Thinking about what Yang Guo said last night, she was really timid. Fortunately, she is very patient.
There is nothing I can do today to join in the fun. The clean military uniforms are now hanging out to dry. I will take a quick shower at noon and finally say goodbye to the fishy smell.
The communication room kept sending good news. Sitting in the headquarters, Yang Mingzhi was immersed in fantasy.
Although the army has suffered heavy losses, now that a large amount of fresh blood has been integrated, everyone is building a guerrilla republic with great enthusiasm. Maybe by next spring, the army's strength will be restored far greater than expected.
Just when he was happy, Kavitsky sent the good news of finding an epic fish.
That Kavitsky was known for his honesty, trustworthiness and uprightness. Although Yang Mingzhi found it a bit unbelievable, the words coming from that man's mouth must be true.
After such a thing, who can still sit still? Yesterday, a five-and-a-half-meter-long king fish was caught in the Catfish Village. The big fish actually turned into pieces of meat. Kavitsky should not be lying.
Fuming led a group of well-trained political commissars and went down to the grassroots to personally arrange work for them.
Yevlov is most concerned about army building and, as always, inspects troop training at various training sites.
The headquarters has many staff officers who have been acting as assistants and are currently sorting out information.
Under normal circumstances, there must be at least one person guarding the headquarters. Yang Mingzhi's mind was entirely on that big fish, and he had to go and find out.
"Semyonovsky!"
"Here!" A staff officer ran over quickly.
"I'm about to go to Missi Ferry. If anyone comes to see me urgently, just say I'm at the ferry. And tell the visitor that I will definitely be back before dark."
Yang Mingzhi did not go there alone to see the big fish. The ten-meter-long big fish should be a giant!
He first arrived at the Communist Youth League office and stood suddenly in front of Yelentina.
"Ah, Comrade Commander, come to me..."
"Is Bielski here?"
"He's in his office, writing a press release right now!"
"Well, Bielski must come with me with his camera."
"What on earth happened to make you so anxious?"
"Big news." Yang Mingzhi stamped his feet, "They caught a ten-meter-long fish, and he must take pictures of it!"
Yang Mingzhi drove the Jeep himself, and he brought along veteran guard Abram and Bielski, whose eyes were shining.
The jeep sped away and rushed to Mixi Ferry.
After getting out of the car, Yang Mingzhi rushed straight to Kavitsky's office: "Where's the fish? Where's that fish?!"
"Ah, it's Comrade Commander!"
Before Kavitsky could say a few polite words, the anxious Yang Mingzhi directly pressed his face towards him and continued to question Big Fish.
"That big fish... His location in the south is the fishing camp of the Youth Camp. If..."
"Okay, I get it."
Yang Mingzhi turned around and left, but Kavitsky looked confused.
Because he was in a hurry, Yang Mingzhi was not prepared to face the mud. He couldn't care so much. Anyway, the boots he was wearing were anti-fouling, so what was a little muddy road? The three of them followed a large number of footprints.
, and soon met women carrying painful baskets. What they were carrying was shocking, it was a big lump of red and white meat!
The meat comes from big fish, so obviously what Kavitsky said is true.
Finally, Yang Mingzhi finally saw the true face of the giant catfish in Mount Lu, and Bielski began to take photos reflexively.
In fact, when Yang Mingzhi arrived, nearly half of the fish meat had been cut off. The peasant women sent by Kavitsky were like worker ants, carrying the fish meat in rattan baskets in the same way as ants moving. The huge catfish head was too ferocious in appearance.
No one dared to lay a hand on the terrifying fish head.
"Right here, take a picture of me."
Standing in front of the fish's mouth, which was more than one meter wide and full of teeth, Yang Mingzhi pinched his waist, his face filled with the joy of the harvest. From this angle, Bielski took two photos, the one without Yang Mingzhi was still there.
You can't tell the size of the fish's head. In the other photo, the world will use Yang Mingzhi as a reference to realize that it is really a big fish. The negative of the photo has not been modified at all.
Yang Mingzhi responded to the hundreds of young soldiers from the youth camp with a smile. His sudden arrival was completely beyond Kharkov's expectations. However, the commander had already arrived and he came specifically to see the big fish. How could he let go of this opportunity for self-expression?
Pass.
After the photo-taking was over, Kharkiv ran directly over.
"Report to the commander! It was us...we caught this big fish."
The young man's young face is covered with freckles, his body is very strong, and the medal hanging on his chest proves his strong fighting ability. Looking at their achievements today, it is true that heroes have been born in young men since ancient times.
Patting his face, Yang Mingzhi said: "Well done. I promoted you to brigade commander yesterday morning. You brat really lived up to my expectations. This fish looks really ten meters long. It's going to be
It goes down in history. You kids are all heroes."
"The main reason is that the tactical weapon you gave us played a decisive role in the victory. It is really a ferocious monster, and it actually attacks people on its own initiative."
"Oh? Is there anything else?"
"A soldier nearly died."
"It seems that this monster doesn't want to be captured easily. You have to be careful in the next work. I'm worried that there are other big fish nearby."
Yang Mingzhi finally came here to take a look. He had achieved his wish and it was time to go back. In Yang Mingzhi's heart, this Kharkiv must be a lucky man. In a world war, luck is also a kind of combat effectiveness.
Promoting him as a senior officer is by no means a rush. Look at the current situation of this brat. After a year of fighting, he has grown into a good officer. As long as he is given more time, this brat has a bright future!
The fishery resources have been harvested well. Yang Mingzhi estimates that if the operation lasts for a week, all the big fish in the entire area will be wiped out! As for the total fishing volume, I am afraid it can be 500 tons.
I’m afraid the specific catch cannot be calculated because the first batch of fish caught has already started the fish drying process.
Salt and dehydrate the fish, marinate it for a day in a leaky wooden barrel, then light a bonfire, roast it through smoke and fire, and finally process the factory salted fish jerky. After these operations are completed, the dried meat is smoked and dried.
They are strung up on a string and hung in a special warehouse to eat as you go.
This method of processing fish is very popular in the Baltic Sea region. Because Belarus is adjacent to the three Baltic Sea countries, most farmers know how to smoke fish.
Human beings have a commonality in food preservation. Yang Mingzhi felt that the villagers were actively making cured fish, but the taste was completely different from that in China.
So on the afternoon of the second day of the fishing operation, the entire blacksmith village was filled with the mouth-watering aroma of grilled fish.
Yang Mingzhi was immersed in the joy of catching a giant catfish, while Bielsky's right hand was shaking unconsciously, eager to pick up a pen and write an editorial about catching a big fish!
Yang Mingzhi returned to the headquarters after a long journey. The casual clothes he was wearing were now covered with dust. He couldn't wait to put on new washed clothes and hoped to get some telegrams from his superiors.
There was no new telegram sent from Moscow, so Yang Mingzhi didn't care. If Stalin ordered him to leave, he had to obey. Maybe they were not in a hurry, and he still had enough time to continue operating the swamp.
Fish and vegetables are being harvested on a large scale, and their deep processing for winter requires large amounts of salt.
The weather has been sunny these days. Yang Mingzhi learned that in the salt mine, the first mine to be excavated, people cut down some tall pine trees, used the trunks as pillars, and made a waterproof roof for it. A lot of work was done on the mine.
It is waterproof and repairs well. As long as there is continuous heavy rain, there will be no water accumulation at the bottom of the mine.
More and more rock salt ores are mined, and only refineries can separate high-concentration sodium chloride from them. There is no need to rush this matter. Trust Salinchkin, who claims to complete it in three days, so it should be completed and put into operation on August 20th.
After Belsky's diligent writing, everyone knew about the giant catfish caught in the Dnieper River that day.
When Yang Mingzhi was lying on the bed longing for a rest, he never expected that his wife next to him would actually get involved in this matter.
"Brother, you should know, right? That giant catfish? Today we received a wounded person, who was a soldier under Kharkiv. That child was attacked by a monster! It was so scary. The child's calf was obviously bitten by teeth.
Bite through."
"I know, I even went to see it myself."
"Tell me, what does that thing look like?" Yang Tao simply sat up, his eyes full of curiosity.
"What else? It's a monster. It can swallow a cow in one bite! That kid is lucky to be alive."
"Oh my god, luckily I won't see that evil beast in the hospital."
"Haha, you can't see it. We didn't waste the monster's fish and meat. By the way, this brat in Kharkiv is going to visit Natasha. You can ask him about the details then. I originally caught this
The monster's credit belongs to Kharkov."
"Really?" Yang Tao really couldn't believe it. "Natasha didn't even know he caught her."
"It's just a big fish. I'm really exhausted. I need to go to bed quickly..."
August 20th should be another good day for large-scale fishing, and people's faces should continue to be filled with the joy of the harvest.
Only a few people gradually began to become anxious. After waking up, Yang Mingzhi had to consider one thing: too many fish were caught, and the existing salt was about to be exhausted. What was going on at the refinery?
When he returned to the headquarters, he saw a young man wearing a blue hat waiting here.
"Hey, little comrade, are you okay?"
The young man immediately saluted: "Comrade Commander, I'll be waiting for you. I came here to see you under the order of the secretary, just to give you a message. After a night of intensive construction, the salt refinery finally finished the work at dawn.
A large pond has been set up."
This person must be one of the grassroots political commissars trained by Salinchkin. Judging from his remarks, he is indeed engaged in political work and security, and basically knows nothing about industrial construction.
The so-called big pond is a salt precipitation pond. The arsenal used existing materials to cast several ponds in sections, which cost a lot of steel, but it can greatly improve the precipitation efficiency of salt crystals.
Yang Mingzhi quickly asked: "Where is your commander?"
"He...he's right there at the refinery."
"Very good, I'll drive over now to find out."
Under Salinchkin's personal supervision, the salt refinery was completed at least twelve hours ahead of schedule in one day and night.
The factory was not actually completely completed, but when the sun rose on August 20, it already had production capacity. For this reason, Salinchkin stayed at the construction site. When Yang Mingzhi saw this bald middle-aged man
At that time, look at the bloodshot eyes and blackened bags under his eyes. He was really worried about this project.
"Oh, dear Comrade Commissioner, it seems that our factory is ready for production?"
"Yes. You see, the workers have already started working. If you are willing to wait, the salt may be produced in two or three hours."
"Okay, I'll wait!"
There was nothing major going on today. Yang Mingzhi wanted to observe the production of the first pot of salt. The refinery had not yet been completed. He noticed that the framework of the workers' dormitories had only been established. In the past few days, they were still sleeping on the floor or sleeping in hammocks. After all, the equipment was put into production.
Well, being able to produce salt in batches is everything.
Workers still use the old method of boiling salt. They crush the salt ore and boil it into brine. The giant iron pool is constantly heated by coal. By adjusting the temperature, sodium chloride begins to crystallize at the appropriate temperature.
After two hours, the workers took out the vigilant iron rods, and what they knocked off were salt crystals. At this point, there was still a large amount of liquid in the pool, but the content of sodium chloride and potassium chloride in the liquid was not much.
Already.
Through steam power, the iron pond was lifted up, and the wastewater in it was drained directly. Sewage treatment? This was not thought of at all during the construction. They put the sewage directly into a temporary dug ditch, which eventually led to a pond.
"Forget it, during the war, if you talk to them about environmental protection, you will definitely sneer at them. During the war, you have to follow the broken path of pollution first and then treatment." Yang Mingzhi convinced himself that he must only care about the production of salt.
The workers succeeded. There are currently three large ponds in the refinery. They produced more than 200 kilograms of refined salt in one batch. After tasting it, Yang Mingzhi could not feel the bitter taste at all, only the pure acidity from the salt.
salty.
The supply of ore can be said to be endless, and the refinery can produce an average of 100 kilograms of salt per hour under ideal conditions. If the factory is running continuously, the production of two tons of salt a day is a stable performance. (To be continued)