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

On December 20th, Wang Xingguo died of depression.

Not only could he not return to the capital, but ten more train cars of supplies arrived here. Zhou Jun, who was in charge of the coordination, took the receipt, so he didn't need to go to Malan Town anymore.

Watching Zhou Jun excitedly go to check in, Wang Xingguo sighed.

How long is the old boss planning to make me work overtime?

Wang Xingguo misses his wife, children, and family...

It took six trips to finish this haul, averaging two trips every five days, so six trips would take half a month.

But then another ten train cars of supplies arrived, and Wang Xingguo was still in charge of transporting them...

Wang Xingguo resigned himself to his fate until March 17, 1962, when the sandstorm arrived.

Completely unprepared, Wang Xingguo and his convoy could not see the direction they were heading and could only huddle together, waiting for the sandstorm to end.

The driver, Guo Dalong, was a young man of similar age. Outside the car, the wind and sand were very strong, and the sand being blown by the wind made the car make various noises.

Guo Dalong said to Wang Xingguo with a worried look, "Sir, are we going to be in trouble? I haven't written a will yet. Will the organization write one for my family?"

Wang Xingguo, who was smoking, almost choked. He said with a wry smile, "Dalong, this is just a sandstorm. Nothing serious will happen. At most, we'll be stuck for a while. If the visibility weren't so low, our vehicles could actually continue driving. We're stopping now to wait for the sandstorm to stop so we can find our way."

Guo Dalong breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That's good. I thought it would be like a typhoon. Typhoons are too dangerous; people can easily die in the wild."

Wang Xingguo couldn't help but ask, "Dalong, where are you from?"

Guo Dalong replied, "Sir, I am from Fujian, but I can't be considered a native of Fujian. My family went to Zhangzhou, Fujian to stay with relatives during the Republic of China era and settled down there."

Those who can come to work here have all been vetted, and Wang Xingguo knew that Guo Dalong's identity was definitely not a problem.

He laughed and said, "No wonder you spoke so clearly. Real Fujianese people have a special intonation when they speak, and you can tell it right away."

Guo Dalong explained with a smile, "That's right. None of my friends have ever used the retroflex consonant. People in Fujian all use the alveolar consonant. Here, we speak with four tones, while in Fujian, it's seven or eight tones. The difference is quite significant."

"You're really quite good at speaking in that situation, still managing to maintain such a Northern accent."

"The main reason is that my grandparents and my parents don't speak like the people from Fujian, but I learned to speak both languages, so basically no one says I have an accent."

Although the sandstorm wasn't particularly large, it still lasted for more than ten hours.

They encountered a sandstorm around 4 p.m., which didn't subside until around 9 a.m. the next morning.

The wind subsided, and the sand stopped flying everywhere, so everyone quickly got off the bus to take care of their business.

Wang Xingguo also went to take care of his bodily needs. He and everyone else cleaned up the sand and dirt on the car and the carport. After checking and confirming that there were no problems, it was already 11 a.m.

The sky was a hazy gray, a sight left by a sandstorm, with dust filling the sky.

After receiving confirmation, Wang Xingguo issued the order for the convoy to depart, and the thirty-five vehicles set off again.

At 5:30 p.m., the convoy arrived in the town of Maran.

Wang Xingguo looked travel-worn, his face, head, and even clothes covered in dust.

He patted his clothes, then pressed his nose, exhaling black snot.

Chief of Staff Song handed Wang Xingguo a damp towel to wipe his face, then asked with concern, "This sandstorm wasn't too big, it shouldn't have caused you any damage, right?"

Wang Xingguo replied, "It's nothing. It's just that the grain in the truck probably got dusty. This weather is really strange. It was calm in the morning, but a sandstorm started in the afternoon."

In fact, Chief of Staff Song is also a high-ranking officer; don't mistake him for an ordinary cadre.

The commander and political commissar here are at the level of a full army, while the chief of staff, deputy commander, and deputy political commissar are at the level of a deputy army, and the deputy chief of staff and logistics minister are at the level of a full division.

Wang Xingguo was casual with Chief of Staff Song because Song had betrayed him, and besides, Wang Xingguo wasn't Song's subordinate, so he could just handle things officially.

But given the current social climate, his attitude is wrong.

For example, the people who worked with him were all worried for him. How could anyone talk to their superior like that?

But the next second, Chief of Staff Song's actions stunned the soldiers who had come with him to transport supplies.

Chief of Staff Song lit a cigarette for Wang Xingguo, put his arm around his shoulder, and said with a smile, "Little Wang, when are you going hunting again? The soldiers are all eager to go wild boar hunting with you; they can't wait!"

Wang Xingguo said to Chief of Staff Song, "Chief of Staff Song, do I look like a wild boar? Why don't you just shoot me? I've been staying here the whole time. You ask me when we're going to hunt wild boars? Where am I supposed to find wild boars for you guys to hunt?"

Chief of Staff Song chuckled and said, "Aren't you going back right away? Let me tell you, don't make your old boss angry. If you want to do anything, just come to us, and we'll definitely cover for you. Look at you, you went to Old Li, and not only did he not cover for you, he went to the old boss to complain about you. Otherwise, why would you have been working overtime for so many months?"

"If you need anything in the future, come to us. I'm not bragging, but look at those wild boar incidents. If anyone dares to cause you trouble, just tell us, and I'll lead troops to ask them why it's not allowed to hunt wild boars for extra food! We're the ones on your side, you understand?"

Wang Xingguo had to admit that the general and Chief of Staff Song were somewhat reliable. At least his "wild boars, pheasants, wild ducks, wild sheep, and wild rabbits" were all safe and sound, and they had taken good care of them.

However, Wang Xingguo wasn't easily fooled. He waved his hand and said, "We'll see. I haven't been back for several months, and I don't even know if I can get anything over there. If I have the chance, I'll do it without you even having to tell me. You know what kind of person I am, Wang Xingguo."

Chief of Staff Song would definitely praise this kid for this, because they really cherish him. He is wholeheartedly devoted to the great cause here and has never cared about personal gains or losses.

There's a saying that goes, "Judging by actions, not intentions," and many people view Wang Xingguo, who is always getting into trouble, in this way.

None of the things he did were in accordance with discipline!

But people won't just see that he lacks discipline; they'll also see why he does it this way.

Others used their connections to bring back supplies in extra truckloads for their own benefit, but Wang Xingguo did not do so for his own benefit.

Instead, he kept spending his own money to get things and giving them away free of charge to these units that were in dire need.

Such a good kid, the leaders can scold him a bit, they can educate him. But if they really make things difficult for him, his unit will not allow it.