The Red Era: Starting from a Truck Driver

Chapter 111: The Art Soldier Hitchhiking

In a deserted place, Feng Hua listened carefully to what his master's wife asked him to do for help. However, he felt something was wrong as he listened. Such a beautiful master's wife actually asked him to do such a thing.

This despicable trick seems a bit exciting when you think about it.

After a brief hesitation, Feng Hua agreed. On the one hand, he was reluctant to do so because of Zhou Lingying's status, and on the other hand, people of his age also liked to stir up trouble.

But Feng Hua had never been to his master Jiang Cheng's house, and if he was asked to throw manure at night, he would have to find out which house he was going to throw it at, as it would be bad if he threw it at the wrong house.

It is easy for automobile apprentices to ask for leave, because they have no salary but only allowance. They can easily ask for leave if they say they have something to do at their master's house, or even if they just want to do odd jobs.

Half an hour later, the three of them returned to the yard. Zhou Lingying first showed Feng Hua a door to let him know which house Jiang Cheng lived in.

. Because Zhao Yuxia and Jiang Changhe were also there, they were naturally introduced. Zhou Lingying would not dare to bring a man back without an introduction. Even if it was to talk about serious matters, a woman could not bring a man home to talk.

But it’s different for Jiang Cheng’s apprentice, the difference in seniority is obvious.

After introducing Feng Hua's identity to Jiang Cheng's parents, Zhou Lingying went into the room and gave him some candies.

"It's the one opposite. You can help your mistress to throw some manure on that family at night to teach them a lesson." Zhou Lingying pulled Feng Hua and pointed at Li Meihong's house opposite.

Li Meihong's house was right at the gate of the compound. Feng Hua was initially worried that the house where he was going to throw manure was inside the yard, and if he was discovered, he might not be able to escape. But it was easier to deal with it at the gate, so Feng Hua promised Zhou Lingying that it was no problem.

After confirming the location, Zhou Lingying let Feng Hua go.

But after Feng Hua left, Zhou Lingying seemed to realize that some things were not explained clearly, but she thought that was it.

Impulse is the devil. Half an hour later, Zhou Lingying regretted it a little. What if something happened? She was not afraid of what the neighbors across the street would say about her, but if Jiang Cheng came back and knew that she had done such a thing, what would he think of her?

But sometimes Zhou Lingying was also stubborn and thought that it would not be so easy for something to happen, and Feng Hua would not say anything.

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At around four o'clock in the afternoon, Jiang Cheng had already entered Gan Province and had just passed a place called Hufeng Commune on his way to Shangrao City.

Jiang Cheng found many temples here. There were basically fields and vegetable plots around the temples, which were not under the jurisdiction of the commune.

Moreover, temples in this era were not the main units of agricultural production, and they did not need to pay public grain for cultivating the wasteland they reclaimed.

Looking at the temple, and then at the monks in the vegetable fields, Jiang Ben originally thought that the monks of this era were real monks, unlike the monks of later generations who drove luxury cars and went to high-end places. Even in later generations, if you want to become a monk, you need to have a high academic qualification.

But in fact, if you think about it carefully, the monks of this era are better than the rural people. The fact that they do not pay public grain is something that farmers cannot compare with.

While driving along the river, he came to a place where he didn't know where the road was, and he saw a lot of people in military green uniforms appearing not far away, and some of them waved at him.

They looked like people in the army, but when Jiang Cheng got closer and saw quite a few young female soldiers, the original owner's memory allowed Jiang Cheng to guess who these people were.

They are definitely soldiers, but they are artistic soldiers.

In 1955, the country did not recruit female soldiers. It was not until 1966 and 1967 that it allowed the recruitment of female conscripts. However, among the more than six million PLA soldiers in the country, only more than 7,000 female soldiers are recruited each year.

Most of the recruited female soldiers were assigned to medical schools to learn nursing or something like that. There was also a group of female art soldiers. They joined art troupes in various places, learned to perform and comforted the troops. But art soldiers were not just performing for the troops, they had to go to the countryside for training exercises every year. They went to the countryside to help the villagers farm, lived in the villagers' homes, cleaned, fetched water, chopped wood, and washed pots.

They also rehearse with the Murakami's art propaganda team every day, and sometimes perform in the fields when everyone is resting during the day.

In addition to performing in rural areas, we also cooperate with local cultural bureaus to perform in some large factories and mining areas. When there are major construction projects, we also perform for the workers.

"Hello, comrade. We are from the military art troupe in Wannian County. You are heading to the city, right? Can you give us a ride to the city?"

Art soldiers are also soldiers, so Jiang Cheng can't not stop the car when he is waved. If it is an ordinary person who wants to take a ride to the city, whether Jiang Cheng stops the car depends entirely on his mood.

As soon as the car stopped, a male arts soldier came forward and asked for a ride. The reason why they guessed that Jiang Cheng would go to the city was because from the direction of Jiang Cheng's car, if they were going this way, they could only go to the city.

There are forks leading to other communes ahead, but there are no roads to other county towns nearby. Large cars passing through here are basically heading to the city.

Jiang Cheng symbolically looked at the other party's ID, then looked at the people who were about to get on the bus. There were quite a few of them, more than a dozen. Five female art soldiers and seven male art soldiers.

Nowadays, there are more male arts soldiers than female ones. This is mainly because the number of male soldiers is large, and naturally there are more who are talented in performance and arts.

In fact, when selecting art soldiers, the requirements for female art soldiers were originally lowered.

"Okay, come on up. This place is not far from the city, right? This is actually my first time here." Jiang Cheng said. The map can only mark where the county is, and it is hard to tell the approximate distance between the county and the city. A distance of more than ten kilometers may be just a tiny point on the map.

"It's not far. There's no bus here, so we can walk for about an hour." said the male arts soldier who was in the lead.

Jiang Cheng nodded and waved for them to get in the car.

Then the male arts soldier climbed up to the back of the car consciously, saw the bags of fertilizer in the back of the car, and knew that Jiang Cheng was delivering fertilizer.

All five female arts soldiers sat in the driver's seat, and there was no problem at all if they squeezed a little.

"Zheng Ke, you are beautiful, you should sit in the innermost seat next to the driver. Driver, are you married? See how our comrade Zheng Ke is doing."

"Wang Jia, don't joke around."

Zheng Ke, who got on the bus first and sat in the innermost back row behind the driver's seat, said, "But they pushed me up first and then pushed me in. I was a little shy because the driver was so handsome. I was so close to him that Zheng Ke could smell his scent."

The art soldiers are performers from all over the country. Most of them are extroverted and can joke.

Jiang Cheng turned around and looked at her carefully. To be honest, she was a rare beauty in that era.

"I'm not married. When we get to the city, you can get off the car. I will take this beautiful comrade home as my wife." Jiang Cheng also joked in cooperation.

The words may not be very funny, but sometimes when the atmosphere is right, everyone will find it funny. The other female artists in the cab laughed and continued to encourage Zheng Ke and Jiang Cheng to date.

(End of this chapter)