In 1959, what's wrong with me pedaling a tricycle?

This is the current situation: all provinces are preventing the outflow of food and supplies, and are guarding against it with utmost strict measures.

To what extent should we take strict precautions?

Even carrying dozens of kilograms of grain to take the train will be thoroughly investigated...

Two days and three nights later, Wang Xingguo returned to the capital, extremely relieved that none of the eighty pigs he brought back had any problems.

Eighty pigs, not a single one of them belonged to their oil transportation department!

Besides the forty head that will be transported to Malan Farm, another forty head will be sent to various secret research units.

Wang Xingguo didn't care about these things. He insisted on taking half a day off and used his bicycle to pull a deer weighing nearly 50 pounds and a muntjac weighing over 30 pounds back home.

This half-day holiday came at a high price; the remaining four deer were all given to the department as an extra meal.

No one was allowed to touch the cured pork and sausages; Wang Xingguo was transporting them to Malan Farm.

Wang Xingguo doesn't know when it started, but he realized that he really had special privileges.

It wasn't a privilege in words, but rather that he discovered he was different from others.

Others might not even be allowed to bring anything to the Hongshan Research Zone, and even bringing a little extra would get them checked, but he wouldn't have any trouble bringing anything; at most, they'd just weigh it and record it.

He still remembers what the staff told him: that the experts liked to eat his cured meat and dried meat, and that after eating them, they didn't dare to rest while working so as not to disappoint him.

Wang Xingguo understood their jokes, so he was prepared to respond.

These cured pork and sausages were Wang Xingguo's response to them.

After rushing home and putting the two muntjacs down, Wang Xingguo explained to Li Xiuping that he had to go on a mission that night and asked her to find someone from his tribe to deal with the two muntjacs. He said he wouldn't care how they were divided.

After chatting with his wife and playing with his son for a while, Wang Xingguo hurriedly returned to his workplace.

The staff member's lips twitched.

Because Wang Xingguo's luggage this time consisted of five large sacks...

"Section Chief Wang, isn't this against the rules?"

Wang Xingguo argued vehemently, "How is it against the rules? Who said I can't bring extra luggage? Was it Director Ma, Deputy Director Liu, or even Minister Li from our logistics department?"

The staff member couldn't make the decision on his own, so he quickly called Director Ma for instructions.

When Director Ma arrived, he was also a bit dumbfounded. Who would bring five sacks of luggage to run a transportation business?

But when the staff member whispered the contents of the five bags to him, Director Ma immediately beamed with joy. He said to the staff member, "Who says we can't bring extra luggage? I don't recall there being such a rule. Hurry up and approve it for Section Chief Wang!"

Wang Xingguo wasn't smug; he knew it would definitely pass.

The clerk following behind him had brought a bottle of pickles and was asked to stir them and take a bite in front of him.

He pointed at Wang Xingguo, puzzled, and said, "No... our section chief can bring so much stuff, but I can't bring a jar of pickles?"

Director Ma said in a serious tone, "Stop rambling. You're not new to this job. Hurry up and take a bite. Don't waste everyone's time."

Can they be the same?

Others may not know, but Director Ma does.

The batch of canned goods and candies that Wang Xingguo had previously transported to Malan Farm helped the comrades there survive for several days during the days of food shortages.

There's a difference between a trustworthy good comrade and a good comrade.

Director Ma said to Wang Xingguo with a regretful look, "Section Chief Wang, the muntjac has already been killed, and we'll have it for dinner tonight. It's a pity you have to leave."

Wang Xingguo pursed his lips and said, "I didn't know before, but now I know that we can exchange supplies with the Uyghur comrades over at Daheyan. I'm going to have some hand-pulled mutton rice."

The comrades who were being inspected following behind Wang Xingguo smiled. Some of them were even the comrades who had accompanied Wang Xingguo on the last mission; they had eaten that hand-grabbed meal before.

Director Ma said with a nostalgic look, "I really envy you. I miss hand-grabbed rice too."

Actually, none of them knew that Director Ma's hometown was Dihua, which is Urumqi.

When he was twenty, having attended school, he devoted himself to revolutionary work and left his hometown. He has not returned to his hometown since…

The train chugged off.

Wang Xingguo was already used to these business trips. He grabbed a handful of sunflower seeds and started cracking them open. These were spiced sunflower seeds he bought at the underground market in Yingde County.

He bought all of the small quantity, just over ten kilograms.

Just so that I have something to do to pass the time during times like this.

Qi Fangzheng, a staff member of the Fourth Section, grinned and reached out his hand, saying, "Section Chief, everyone gets a share, give me a little something to share."

Wang Xingguo smiled and nodded, reaching into his pocket, but actually taking some out from his spatial storage and grabbing a large handful.

The other two staff members also asked him for sunflower seeds, and Wang Xingguo accepted them all, giving each of them a large handful.

This time, they were not only transporting forty pigs, but also two hundred sheep when they arrived at Daheyan. Their train also had a carload of wheat flour and corn flour, half a carload of diesel fuel in iron drums, and half a carload of Chinese cabbage.

The grain alone will require fifteen or sixteen trucks. Diesel fuel cannot be loaded too high, and the cabbages will also require fifteen trucks. The sheep and pigs will require at least ten trucks to transport.

The main problem is the uneven road surface. If a vehicle is transporting too many pigs and sheep, it is extremely easy for them to be crushed and die.

In fact, transporting such a batch of pigs requires a lot of resources, and they generally lose a lot of weight.

But there's no other way; canned food is naturally the most suitable option, but canned food can't replace fresh meat.

The reason we brought pigs this time is because many soldiers said they missed the taste of pork and cabbage dumplings...

The higher authorities tried every means and finally selected the plan to purchase live pigs from Shaoguan Special Zone.

We can only try to fulfill the soldiers' simple and unpretentious wishes. There is a severe shortage of supplies right now, and we simply cannot get any more.

Eight days and eight nights later, the train arrived at Daheyan, where a convoy of trucks was already waiting.

Besides the urgent need to transport grain, another important task is to ensure that these pigs don't lose too much weight, otherwise there won't be enough meat to make dumplings after slaughter.

Wang Xingguo had no idea that once the batch of pigs arrived, it would only be enough to make dumplings for everyone, and nothing more.

Because there were so many people, there was only enough meat to make one batch of dumplings.

But if someone were to ask Wang Xingguo, "Is it worth it to go through all this trouble to buy pork just so that everyone can have a meal of dumplings?"

He would definitely answer: It's worth it!

They arrived at Daheyan at 9:00 AM on November 6th, and by the time the soldiers finished loading the trucks, it was already noon.

After a quick bite, Wang Xingguo boarded the lead truck and set off for Malan Farm.

In November, the daytime temperature in the Gobi Desert has already dropped to around ten degrees Celsius, and at night it can reach minus six or seven degrees Celsius.

The wind blew in gusts across the Gobi Desert. Although there was sand and dust, it did not affect the convoy's progress. After traveling through the night, the convoy arrived at Malan Town at 5 a.m. on the 7th.