The Life of a Son-in-Law in a Courtyard House

Commander He couldn't let it go after all, so he came to see for himself.

He then ordered two people to take turns guarding the small number of Indian personnel along the border, day and night.

They were not allowed to leave the military camp even a step. As long as they stayed in the camp and did not come out, they would be fine.

If they came out, beat them back with sticks.

These Indian border personnel were terrified.

They even reported it urgently, but unfortunately, the higher-ups didn't have time to pay attention to them at the moment.

They soon discovered that as long as they stayed in the barracks and didn't go out, they would be fine.

Since there's still food in the camp, let's not go out.

Then Commander He ordered everyone in the entire military region, except for those two companies, to get involved in the transport work.

If the road is difficult to walk on, use stones to level it; if the car is difficult to drive, push it slowly by people.

Two hundred trucks with their cargo were manageable, but with so many people, the trucks were difficult to drive. So, we used manpower to unload the cargo from the trucks and then carry it over.

Even the trucks had to be carried across the ridge by manpower.

But 100,000 tons of grain is far too much.

That's 200 million jin (100 million kg). If each bag weighs 100 jin (50 kg), that's 2 million bags.

The military region only has 15,000 people at most; not all of them can come and carry sacks.

Even if 10,000 people came to carry sacks up the mountain, it would still take 200 round trips.

The key is that it's another ten kilometers to climb over the ridge back to the military camp, and the road is rough and difficult to walk.

It's so hard.

Yang Dalin could only watch helplessly as everyone was so happy and busy, their legs in the air.

He couldn't possibly ship these things directly into the country.

Otherwise, the troops on the border would be in an uproar.

If 100,000 tons of goods were transported across the border without the border troops' knowledge, wouldn't that scare the leaders to death?

Yang Dalin suggested that Commander He use more trucks for transportation.

There are still two hundred trucks to be given away, aren't there?

Commander He tapped him on the forehead and gave the following reason: "Trucks are precious, fuel is precious, and trucks are used to transport important goods back to the rear."

Well, I gave them quite a bit of oil myself.

Commander He is used to being thrifty and hardworking.

However, at that time, it was indeed too troublesome to transport some fuel or other supplies from the rear.

Even with so many trucks, we must use them sparingly.

While carrying bags of grain weighing three or four hundred pounds each time up the mountain, Yang Dalin also gave Commander He advice.

"Commander He, this speed is too slow."

I suggest we build ten or eight slides out of planks on this slope leading up to the ridge.

People were standing on the ridge, pulling people up directly with ropes.

This saves a lot of effort.

We just need to carry it to the foot of the mountain.

After the soldiers above pulled the bags up to the ridge, the other side used a slide to send the food bags down.

If you slide down, you'll reach our border.

We can set up some temporary tents over there to store the supplies, and then slowly transport them to the military camp.

Didn't you say that people from the Northern Xinjiang Military Region came to provide support?

We can have them transport some of it back from here then.

This will save a lot of effort.

Sharpening your axe won't delay your woodcutting.

After listening, Deputy Commander Guo wiped his sweat and put down the bag of grain he was carrying, saying, "Okay, I think Dalinzi makes sense."

Once we get these inside the border, we can transport them more slowly.

Then there's no rush.

"Old He, I think it's a good idea."

Yang Dalin gave Deputy Commander Guo a thumbs up: "Uncle Guo is the most reasonable one."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Yang Dalin got a kick in the butt: "You Uncle Guo are reasonable, but I'm not? You brat, are you itching for a kick?"

Let's try it as you said.

Wooden planks are actually easy to find; trucks usually bring their own to raise the cargo height, and they can be put back after use.

Everyone brought plenty of rope.

Time constraints prevented it; otherwise, Yang Dalin would have liked to build a pulley-type aerial transport belt.

Unfortunately, there wasn't much time. It wasn't that India posed any threat, but Commander He was determined to get the goods back to China as soon as possible so they wouldn't be discovered.

That's why we were in such a rush.

The soldiers on the ridge are full of energy.

When pulling the bag up, just place a smooth sheet of metal underneath.

It can also reduce friction.

More than a dozen of these slides were built in a short time.

Many buildings have also been constructed on the north side of the ridge.

In other areas, everyone stands in their designated positions, one person takes a bag of grain, turns around and hands it to the next person, forming a streamlined process of passing it on to each other.

No more carrying or shouldering a bag for long distances.

There were also some substitute players standing next to them.

Whoever is tired can take a break.

Commander He and Deputy Commander Guo looked at Yang Dalin, who was still working enthusiastically with everyone without showing any signs of fatigue, and sat down on a rock, saying, "This kid really wants to stay."

"As long as he stays, I'm happy to hand over the command position to him later."

Deputy Commander Guo smiled and said, "Alright, stop dreaming. You're leaving now. From now on, I'm in charge here."

You can't keep him, don't overthink it.

"Yeah, that's true. They're not really part of our army, so we can't keep them."

"Oh...right, what did the reconnaissance company soldiers say? Are you sure there were no traces left when these things were brought in?"

"It's confirmed. I checked it as soon as I arrived. I was even thinking of having the reconnaissance company clean up the traces."

Indeed, there was nothing; it's best if there are no traces.

The Indians didn't even know these things had been brought here.

"Okay, it doesn't matter how he brought it in, as long as there are no traces."

"What did the higher-ups say about these things? Do we still need to help transport them back inland?"

"The higher-ups said that the gold and machinery need to be transported back, and they will arrange for a convoy to pick them up along the way. The grain doesn't need to be transported."

Let's divide it up with the northern Xinjiang region and the central region.

We can't possibly eat all this food; we shouldn't let it spoil.

I'm thinking of keeping enough grain for each of us from the two military regions—two jin a day—to last two years. The rest I'll exchange with the locals for beef jerky, cured meat, dried meat, smoked meat, and so on.

Some were supporting the Xinjiang Production and Construction Corps in northern Xinjiang.

Otherwise, the rice will spoil if left out for too long.

"Okay, I'll listen to you. This is a good idea. With this grain, plus the meat and other supplies we can get in exchange, we can finally live a prosperous life for two years."

"Yes, our two military regions owe Yang Dalin a huge favor."

"That kid's got real skills."

"You still can't bear to part with him? Let me tell you, no matter how much you can't bear to part with him, there's nothing you can do."

"Oh, never mind. My superiors said he has to personally escort this batch of gold and machinery back to Beijing."

Did you tell him?

"Not yet, let's talk about it after we finish moving the grain."

"Alright, we've rested enough. Let's get back to work, we old bones. We can't let these brats steal our thunder."

Two military district leaders joined the ranks of those transporting grain.

Everyone worked until the early morning of the next day, and all the grain was moved to our side of the border.

Everyone was exhausted, so some people were arranged to stay and guard the place. These temporary tents could be slowly transported to the military warehouse.

Yang Dalin rested for a day, and when he woke up early the next morning, he shook his head immediately upon hearing Commander He's words: "I will not go back to Beijing with the car for the time being. I still have to go to the central and eastern lines."

There's food and machinery over there too.