Special Years

The matter of picking big **** is definitely the ultimate torture for Zhuang Yan.

He tried once, but quickly gave up.

Because when picking fertilizer, he had to put one hand over his nose, but he couldn't balance the "fertilizer" in the two buckets, and a lot of it splashed out, making him scream in shock.

Xu Xingguo happened to come to pick up the dung too, and when he saw the solemn embarrassment, he looked contemptuous.

He despised Zhuang Yan's pampered appearance, so he deliberately picked up two buckets full of dung, and walked back and forth in front of Zhuang Yan proudly before picking it into the ground.

Although Zhuang Yan gritted his teeth in anger, he had no choice but to wait until Zuo Xiaoheng came back, and hurriedly posted it cheekily.

"Xiaoheng, let's talk about it."

"What's the matter?"

"Do me a favor."

"...Laozhuang, if you look at you wrong, it must be bad."

Zhuang Yan is a well-known troublemaker in the company team, and he always likes to make trouble. Everyone knows this.

"Look, I'm..."

Zhuang Yan pointed to the dung bucket on the ground, clasped his hands to please: "I really don't understand playing with things, let's talk about business."

"Business?"

"Look, are we considered revolutionary comrades-in-arms?" Zhuang Yan looked at Zuo Xiaoheng with a wicked smile.

Zuo Xiaoheng nodded in approval, "We are in the same class."

"That's right! We usually sing like this, comrades-in-arms are like brothers." Zhuang Yan put on Zuo Xiaoheng's shoulders with a smile: "I am two years older, even if you are the same as your brother, right?"

Zuo Xiaoheng didn't know how to answer for a while, so in the end he could only nod his head.

"In this case, we should help each other." Zhuang Yan pointed to the two **** buckets on the ground: "Now my brother really can't handle these two things, to be honest, your brother, I have never seen a dung bucket at home... "

Speaking of this, he said with a sad face: "Even if you help a revolutionary comrade-in-arms, you helped me pick it. If you don't have a burden, I'll buy you a pack of Temes."

Zuo Xiaoheng said, "That won't work, it's not about the cigarettes. Let the squad leader see that we both can't eat and walk around."

Zhuang Yan looked around, making sure there was no one there, and said, "Look, you don't come here if you don't pick shit. Help me jump to the back of the row house next to the basketball court, and I'll pick it into the ground."

The distance from the basketball court to the sideline is only 20 meters. For this distance, Zhuang Yan felt that he could survive no matter how hard he gritted his teeth.

I only pick dung once a week, and this package of Temes is too good a deal.

Both of them were comrades in the same platoon from the beginning of the recruit company. Zuo Xiaoheng of course knew that the city soldier Zhuang Yan didn't lie to him, so he probably couldn't do it.

So he nodded and said, "Okay! Deal!"

An agreement was reached, Zuo Xiaoheng temporarily put down his dung bucket and helped Zhuang Yan complete the task first.

Jumping on the dung bucket and walking towards the sideline, unexpectedly, he met Xu Xingguo who was returning for the second time.

The solemn heart throbbed.

Xu Xingguo has always been an activist, and he has a quarrel with himself. Zhuang Yan is afraid that he will tell the squad leader to make a snitch.

Fortunately, Xu Xingguo didn't say anything, just glanced at Zhuang Yan and Zuo Xiaoheng more, passed by without saying a word.

It seems that the matter of picking dung has been resolved temporarily, Zhuang Yan feels that he has passed another hurdle, and he is very happy.

But these beautiful days have not gone by for a few days. During the class meeting, Zhuang Yan asked Yin Xiancong to call his name and criticized him harshly, saying that his small kindness and small benefits bought people's hearts, and he didn't want to pick **** for fear of being tired.

After the meeting, Zuo Xiaoheng also asked Zhuang Yan to say that he would not dare to help him pick feces in the future. Zhuang Yan was so angry that his teeth hurt.

At this point, Zhuang Yan had to grit his teeth and do everything in his power to learn to pick shit.

I was splashed with feces on my pants several times, and I felt solemn and inexplicable.

To say that he is not a useless person at home, but when he is in the army, the sense of superiority he once had suddenly disappeared.

The comrades-in-arms from other villages can do everything, but they don't know anything, and they are stupider than people even picking a piece of shit.

Actually it's not just this.

There are many more things that have taken a toll on solemn self-confidence.

The army was an unfamiliar environment, and he found that he had to learn everything from scratch.

In a blink of an eye, it has been more than a month since I was in the company, and the training was hard and tiring. The skin on the solemn elbow was broken and healed, and it was broken again; Layers of cocoons.

The shooting training started from the first practice to the second practice, and then began to teach the basic theory of the third practice. It seems that it will soon enter the third practice of live ammunition shooting.

The letter that solemnly sent still did not have any desired result.

Zhuang Zhenguo's letter is always one sentence: serve with peace of mind, train well, and everything is fine at home, don't read it!

For his family, Zhuang Yan was completely desperate at this time.

I'm afraid I can only rely on myself if I want to go to the sanitation training camp or the correspondent training camp.

The time soon arrived in mid-March, when company commander Zhang Jianxing suddenly announced a piece of good news before dinner.

"Comrades! I know that everyone has been working hard during training recently, don't you think it is also very hard!?"

There was no response to the company commander's words.

In this case, Zhuang Yan certainly wouldn't be foolish enough to shout "yes" or "no".

Because the third squad leader, Chen Qingming, asked the same question countless times during the assembly or after training~www.novelmt.com~ If you answer "yes", then it means that you are afraid of hardships, so you need to practice more, and you will not be afraid if you are afraid of hardships. Suffering, because when you know that each day tomorrow will be more bitter, yesterday will not feel bitter.

If you answer "no", it means that the training is not in place, and the "satisfaction" has not reached the state of "satisfaction", which means to strengthen the training.

This is the logic of the elite field troops, as well as the logic of the squad leaders represented by Chen Qingming.

This **** is a trap!

Seeing that no one in the company said anything, company commander Zhang Jianxing felt a little embarrassed.

So he coughed twice as a cover.

He said again, "Are you all afraid of being trained?"

Still no one answered.

This sentence is essentially no different from nonsense.

Zhang Jianxing also seemed to realize that he shouldn't say nonsense at all, so he went straight to the topic and said: "The day after tomorrow, our company has ten places for business trips, which is a very good tolerance. , the squad leaders don't fight, there is only one place, and the rest are all for the new comrades."

Of the 10 allowances, 1 is for the squad leader, and the remaining 9 are for recruits.

It was the first time for Zhuang Yan to hear the word "tolerance". When he heard this word before, it seemed like the kind of yamen catching the head in the costume dramas in movies and TV dramas was called "tolerance".

"What is the tolerance?" Zhuang Yan couldn't help whispering to the serious man standing behind him.

Seriously said, "You don't need training, just do your duties."

"Duty?" Zhuang Yan didn't dare to ask more, for fear of being caught talking in the team and being picked up as a negative example.

But seriously, it seems that this "tolerance" is a good thing.

At least without training.

For Majestic, no training is better than anything.