Chapter 2749 The misunderstood Lou Zhanjiang

Yang Geyong has never been a person with romantic cells, but at this moment, he is also immersed in this tranquility and has not spoken.

After walking on the embankment for a while, Ye Yuze frowned. The entire reservoir was too quiet and there was no sign of construction, which made him very angry.

You should know that Liu Qinghua’s fund is used exclusively for special funds, and embezzlement is a crime, and he has made it clear when allocating funds.

What does this Lou Zhanjiang want to do?

If he dared to try the method with his own heart, Ye Yuze would not be merciless and never be merciless in his work.

The two finally found lights on the other side. They hadn't seen them before, so they quickly walked over. When they walked up to them, they saw a group of people digging things in the reservoir naked, and there were several boats on the water loaded with the things they dug.

Yang Geyong became alert. He didn't know what was in the reservoir, and it was definitely not normal to dig things in the middle of the night. He picked up two sticks and handed Ye Yuze one. The two of them quietly touched the group of people.

Because there was a horse lantern, they were getting closer, and they saw clearly that these people were actually digging the dredge.

Yang Geyong looked at Ye Yuze with a puzzled look on his face. He really couldn't figure out the situation and no one could figure it out when digging the dredge in the middle of the night.

Ye Yuze's lips were closed tightly, as if he had thought of something, but it still needed to be confirmed, so he threw the stick and walked down.

Although it is summer now, the temperature in northern Xinjiang is not high at night.

"Wearing cotton jackets in the morning and wearing gauze in the afternoon, and eating watermelons around the stove" is a true portrayal.

These people were digging dredging naked in the middle of the night, and the cold was conceivable.

They went into the water in shifts and lit a bonfire. The people who came up surrounded the bonfire and wore coats to keep warm. Ye Yuze recognized Maimati at a glance.

The bearded field leader was wearing a coat and smoking Mo Heyan. He was wearing a water stain and was trembling.

Ye Yuze walked to him and coughed. Maimati was startled. After seeing that it was them, he jumped up in panic:

"Mr. Ye, Mr. Yang, why are you here?" Ye Yuze expressionless: "I just want to see what you are doing." After that, he stared at him and waited for the answer.

Maimaiti is at a loss, like a child who has made a mistake and doesn’t know where to put his hands.

Ye Yuze kept staring at him. If he guessed correctly, Maimati planned to use this method to clean the dredging.

He allocated 2 million yuan to the farm, but they actually used manual dredging to mess with it. How can this be tolerated? Manual dredging requires water to be released. When will it be effective to clean the dredging?

Someone next to him shouted to Ye Yuze angrily: "Don't look at him like this, our field manager has nothing to do."

Maimati quickly blocked the man's mouth, but it was too late. Ye Yuze's face was gloomy, and he was so angry that he was out of control. He stared at Maimati and asked:

"Is what he said true?"

Maimati waved his hand quickly: "No, I just borrowed it for a while and I will pay it back."

Ye Yuze turned his head and left, Maimati grabbed him: "Mr. Ye, listen to me, hundreds of thousands of acres of corn in the army are extremely short of water. It is in the seedling stage. Measures must be taken to keep it, and we cannot ignore it!"

Ye Yuze's fingers were deeply pinched into his palms, and his nails carved crescent-shaped white marks on his skin.

Yang Geyong strode towards the reservoir, picked up a military coat covered with mud, and the drops of water that fell when they shook open were cold in the moonlight.

"100,000 yuan?" Ye Yuze's voice squeezed out from his teeth, and Lou Zhanjiang was too brave.

Maimaiti hurriedly opened his arms and stopped the two people who were about to leave:

"Mr. Ye, please listen to me!"

The old farmer coughed violently, and his hunched back trembled in the cold wind:

"Last Wednesday, I went to the division headquarters to deliver a report and saw that Commander Lou dismantled the office air conditioner and sold scrap iron."

The broken and crisp sound of dead branches came from the dark, and three sharp flashlights pierced the night.

Lou Zhanjiang was deep and shallow, and his trouser legs were covered with Xanthium ears, and the file bag in his hand was still dripping.

"Shut up, Maimati!"

The hoarse roar of the teacher frightened the night owl in the reeds.

This iron man, who once captured three smugglers alone on the border, leaned against the poplar tree as if he had been pulled back.

He shook dozens of photos from his file bag. Yang Geyong caught the falling photos and his fingertips instantly tense.

——On the cracked field, the corn seedlings curled up into a yellowed spiral, the woman kneeling on the ridge of the field holding an empty bucket, and her cracked lips were bleeding.

"This is 500,000 acres of land...all of them have become like this."

Lou Zhanjiang's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and old tears were everywhere:

"Do you think I'm willing to do this? If you don't pay for the water diversion channel, there will be no harvest in autumn... I am the commander of the division, not the farm leader, and if you can't manage a farm well, it's okay!"

He pulled open the collar and exposed the hideous scars on his collarbone:

"This was left by the teacher who carried me out of the sandstorm on his horse. Now his son is squatting in the dry field and gnawing naan bread and waiting for the rain!"

Ye Yuze turned around suddenly, and Ye Feng rolled up the hem of his beige windbreaker, like a cloak. Just as he turned around, he quietly wiped his tears...

The breeze blew over, causing his body, who was wearing only a windbreaker, to tremble for a few times. It was cold, so you can imagine how those dredgers were doing.

A dozen dredgers were passing through the cracked cornmeal and naan bread by the bonfire on the other side, which was too hard to chew. They even dipped in the lake water to eat.

Yang Geyong couldn't stand it anymore and glared at Lou Zhanjiang:

"The foundation's money arrived seven days ago, with labor costs and they have wages for construction. Why do you eat this? At least you have to pay this fee, right?"

Several soldiers quickly said: "Mr. Yang, don't be angry. This is not a lack of money. We all make up for the meals, but we just save our family more income?"

Maimati squatted on the ground, using branches to mark crooked numbers on the mud:

"The water supply pipe at Sanhekou exploded. It costs 400,000 yuan to repair materials alone. I only have 60,000 mu of land here, but there are hundreds of thousands of mu of acres in the teacher."

He grabbed the mud and threw it on the numbers, shouting: "Yesterday, the Kazakh workers of the 17th Company sold all the twenty sheep that had been in the winter."

"We are poor, but we know that we can save money from the gaps of our teeth, but we can't let so much land in the division die of drought..."

Yang Geyong's stick was broken in two pieces. He remembered that on a blizzard night in 1983, he knelt beside the frozen reservoir and used his body temperature to melt the ice to give the company's sheep drinking water.

He was only in his teenage years old that year and knew that he was ill and was fine, but he must not let collective property be lost...

Now that decades have passed, they are still like this. It seems that the corps has not changed.

Although the values ​​have changed and people’s concepts have changed, at critical moments, this cannot be changed!

Yang Geyong, a strong man, had his eyes started to wet. It seemed that he was really wrong to blame him.

"Zhanjiang" Maimati suddenly used the name twenty years ago, a little moved, but his expression was solemn:

"Is the third floor of your office safe still locked with the photos we took at the Little Baiyang Post?"

"You said back then that you would rather starve to death than to activate the soldiers' rations today you shouldn't misappropriate this fund."

Lou Zhanjiang's blood-covered eyes were filled with water. In the photo, three young people stood shoulder to shoulder next to the boundary marker, with the poplar saplings behind them just reaching their waists.

How young and pure I was at that time?

But although some bottom lines cannot be touched, they have to be touched. As long as the soldiers are in good condition, as long as the food harvest is good, it is worth it even if he goes to jail...

Looking back on the roads we have walked over the past few decades, how difficult it is for the Corps to date. What have they paid for? Only they themselves know.

From the time I couldn’t even eat when I first came, to now not only having enough food and clothing, but also how much food is paid every year. What a big change?

Even in the years when the organization was cancelled, the soldiers never regarded themselves as ordinary people and still required themselves according to the standards of soldiers.

Look at the young people in the reservoir, have they really changed?

Maybe they are not as hard as their grandfather, or they are not as disciplined as their father, but once the country needs it, there is no coward...

The turbid horn sounded on the other side, and the workers used baskets made of red willow branches to convey the mud.

A Uyghur guy wearing a flower hat slipped under his feet and fell into cold water that was deep, but got up but laughed:

"This is much cooler than the banana cave in Flaming Mountain!"

A group of young people were playing, but their hands were not ambiguous at all. They worked quickly and were singing cheerful tunes in their mouths.

The morning mist has not yet dissipated, and the sound of horse hooves comes from the east bank of the reservoir.

A young man wearing a Kyrgyz white felt hat rolled off his horse, and a light yellow liquid swayed from the aluminum kettle he was holding.

"The field director, Nurguli of the 17th Company was born in the early morning!"

The young man stuffed the enamel jar to Maimati: "This is the last half of her goat milk in her family, and we have to bring it to the brothers who dug the canal."

Maimati wiped his tears: "No, her milk is not good, why did you bring it? Take it back quickly, don't starve the child!"

Yang Geyong noticed that there was ice on the mouth of the tank, and when he reached out, it was warm. It turned out that the young man wrapped his cotton robe outside the tank and rode his horse in a single clothes and ran twenty miles in the morning mist of minus five degrees.

The young man looked at the old director, feeling a little at a loss, and stood there in a daze.

Ye Yuze snatched the enamel jar and turned around and shouted to the busy crowd:

"Come here!"

More than thirty workers covered in mud surrounded him, and Ye Yuze poured her goat's milk into an iron bucket with boiling water.

In the steaming hot air, everyone in the teapot was slightly whiter than the water.

"This is the milk of the 17th consecutive mother. After drinking this, we have to work hard. Who is lazy?"

Ye Yuze gestured the shape of the little turtle. People laughed.
To be continued...