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

Wang Xingguo was a little annoyed; these guys had drunk all his wine, and he hadn't even had two ounces...

Back at his lodgings, Wang Xingguo lay down and quickly fell asleep.

He's not the same as before. Before, he would rest for a day and then rush back to Daheyan to take the train back to Beijing. Now he has to stay in Daheyan to be in charge of transportation work, and Wang Xingguo is going to be all alone.

Because the staff members and PLA soldiers who came with him would all take the train back to hand over their work, only he stayed here to transfer supplies with the transport troops.

Wang Xingguo secretly sighed, "One shouldn't be too much like Director Wang."

If I had known it would turn out this way, I shouldn't have been so arrogant back then. I should have slowly worked out the supplies, so the old boss wouldn't have had to clean up the mess, and I wouldn't have had to work overtime.

The train station on the Daheyan side has a dedicated area for military transport freight yards, platforms, and warehouses, which are completely separate from the civilian freight yards and platforms.

The military cargo yard is under the full responsibility of the military transport office and is guarded by a security force.

Whether it's loading and unloading supplies or escorting them, it's all the responsibility of the guards.

After returning to Daheyan, Wang Xingguo checked into the guesthouse there and waited until the next morning to continue escorting supplies to Malan Town.

Although it was overtime, Wang Xingguo didn't have much work left. He was only responsible for collecting various receipts; he didn't need to worry about loading and shipping the goods.

After dinner, Zhao Ziyang, the company commander of tomorrow's transport company, knocked on Wang Xingguo's door and entered his dormitory.

After exchanging greetings, Wang Xingguo offered him cigarettes and water, but there was no tea left, as they didn't provide tea there.

Zhao Ziyang asked, "Section Chief Wang, a truck is returning tonight. Do we need to send more vehicles to transport supplies?"

Wang Xingguo quickly asked, "Company Commander Zhao, how many vehicles returned this time?"

Zhao Ziyang explained, "Ten trucks came back this time, all of them were trucks that went to pick up supplies for the station."

After thinking for a moment, Wang Xingguo shook his head and said, "Forget it, ten trucks won't make much difference. Adding more won't help. We'll still need to make four trips to transport the goods over."

Hearing Wang Xingguo say this, Zhao Ziyang nodded and said, "Alright, then I'll arrange the loading work according to the current fleet of thirty vehicles."

Wang Xingguo instructed, "Make sure to check the supplies carefully to ensure there are no problems. We can't send anything damaged over."

"Please rest assured, Section Chief Wang, someone is already checking the supplies, and such a mistake will absolutely not occur."

After seeing Zhao Ziyang off, Wang Xingguo entered the space and began moving the pig feed, cooking it in a large pot.

There are too many pigs being raised in the space now; he has to cook seven or eight pots of pig feed every day.

In other words, it can be controlled with one's mind; otherwise, it would be too difficult for people.

These pigs have been raised for over a month and have grown quite a bit, since there are enough sweet potatoes, sweet potato vines, and the wheat bran and corn from before to feed them.

Wang Xingguo stroked his chin, pondering how to transport these pigs to Malan Town after they were fully grown.

His home and his compound don't need that many pigs.

He currently owns 17 pigs weighing over 120 jin (approximately 60 kg), 34 pigs weighing around 100 jin (approximately 50 kg), and 60 pigs weighing around 60 jin (approximately 30 kg).

There are over 300 adult chickens, over 200 adult ducks, over 80 adult geese, and nearly 200 adult rabbits.

Wang Xingguo didn't count the small poultry, but there were quite a few of them.

Moreover, Wang Xingguo realized he had been a bit foolish, as he had only known how to acquire land to expand his space.

In fact, the gravel and coarse sand of the Gobi Desert can also expand space!

So he felt that working overtime this time wasn't so bad, since it gave him the opportunity to expand his horizons.

Wang Xingguo and his group set off at 6:30 a.m. the next day.

The vehicle had its headlights on because in late December along the riverbank, sunrise was at 9:30 a.m. and sunset was at 6:30 p.m., leaving only nine hours of daylight.

Even if their vehicles break down, a single transport trip takes thirteen or fourteen hours, so they are destined to drive at night.

At 9:50 p.m., the convoy arrived safely in Malan Town.

At this moment, Wang Xingguo yawned and took the order form from the person who came to coordinate with him to check the goods.

A large number of soldiers came to work overtime to unload and transfer the goods into the warehouse. Even the general came out because there were ten truckloads of various canned goods in this batch of supplies.

The general shook hands with Wang Xingguo warmly, forcing a smile, and said, "Little Wang, when are you going on another business trip? Every time you go on a business trip, our lives get a little easier."

Wang Xingguo said speechlessly, "General, are you trying to trick me into working overtime again? Don't forget, I'm already working overtime, and I don't know when I'll be able to finish!"

The general laughed heartily, "Haha, what kind of overtime is this? It's just not very appropriate. Otherwise, I'd take you to see the soldiers working overtime, and then you'd know what real overtime is."

Wang Xingguo asked in a low voice, "General, do you want some pigs? I mean, pigs that we haven't been able to procure. I have a way to get some, but I don't know how to solve the problem of where to get them."

Upon hearing this, the general's eyes lit up. After thinking for a moment, he pulled Wang Xingguo to his office and arranged for someone to summon all the staff officers overnight for a combat meeting.

Then, with a booming voice, he shouted, "Comrades! Want to eat pork?"

Chief of Staff Song was the first to speak, saying, "What are you saying, Commander? Who doesn't want to eat pork? Last month, Xiao Wang brought over a pig, and that meal of dumplings boosted everyone's morale for so many days. If we have another meal of dumplings, I estimate that the construction progress this year will definitely be on track."

"That's right, General, stop making empty promises and just tell us if our superiors are going to give us a treat."

"Hey, I just heard that Xiao Wang brought in a lot of canned goods this time. Canned meat is fine too."

The general tapped the table to quiet everyone down, then picked up the chalk and wrote on the blackboard, "Pork = No source!"

Then he said to everyone, "As you all know, our supplies must have a source. I know this is a strict standard, and it's for everyone's benefit. But our situation is different. Everyone is so short of supplies that we need to find a way to solve the problem."

Holding a baton, he pointed to the equal sign on the blackboard and said to everyone, "Use your brains! Turn this pig into something that doesn't need a source or origin! If you solve it, Xiao Wang will send us pork. If you can't, we'll continue eating cornbread and cabbage! Canned food is for emergency use, and even if we use it, it will be given to the experts first. Don't count on canned food to satisfy your cravings. If you want pork, use your brains and make this pig legal!"

Chief of Staff Song glanced at Wang Xingguo smoking and muttered, "We need to solve the source... and the origin... how are we going to manage this Gobi Desert..."