The generals were evaluating their merits, and so were the grass-roots. The representatives of the military heroes went from Beijing to Nanjing to receive awards from the military commission. Comparing the two, the grass-roots evaluation was more urgent. After all, the number of generals would not increase so quickly, and the grass-roots troops were involved in the problem of retirement. Everyone wanted to get a higher position before retirement. The generals could wait, but the grass-roots really could not wait.
During the urgent period of the war, the only troops that could really retire were the troops in Xuzhou and Anhui. Retirement in the Liberation Army was involved in the arrangement of jobs. In other words, even if they insisted on going home to farm, these retired people had to belong to the grass-roots organization in the village. If they were willing to follow the organization's arrangements, then there were many more arrangements. After the unified examination, if their results were good, they could be arranged to further their studies and become technical personnel. If their results were not good enough, they could at least go to the engineering corps or the railway corps. Of course, the specific work was not handled by Vézé. What he needed to do was meet these retired people on behalf of his sister.
Less than half of the representatives of this group of heroes were injured. The fighting in Beijing was very fierce. The resistance of the Manchus in the city was extremely fierce. Vézé ordered that the documents in Beijing should be preserved as much as possible. The imperial city, the yamen, and the areas where the Manchus had last resisted were the most likely places to collect a large number of documents. The troops had paid a "considerable" price when they attacked with rifles, cannons, and explosives.
The representative who had personally participated in the attack on the imperial city was a major named Xiao Mailong. Just from the name, it was obvious that he was from the wheat producing area. Xiao Mailong supported himself with a walking stick. He only knew that his leg was injured, but he did not know where it was.
The award ceremony was naturally open. After the reorganization of Nanjing, there was no shortage of places to accommodate tens of thousands of people. The leaders, representatives, and people from all walks of life held a lively meeting. Then the representatives were dressed in red and paraded through the streets on tall horses. The glory of a soldier meant the status of a soldier. These soldiers who risked their lives must be respected, and it was even more necessary for the public to see the respect that the soldiers received.
In the evening, the representatives had dinner with Vézé and the other members of the military commission. Finally, the representatives were called to the living room to explain the situation of the troops to Vézé.
"Comrade Xiao, where were you injured?" Vézé asked. The other representatives did not have any serious injuries, but Michaelon's was the most conspicuous.
Xiao Mailon wanted to stand up, but Vézé waved his hand. "Don't get up. You're soldiers, and so am I. The officers and soldiers in our army are one. When it's time to stand, we naturally have to stand straight, and when it's time to sit, we have to sit steadily. This is the demeanor of a soldier. Besides, you're also injured. There's a rule in the army that no matter who goes to the hospital, they must not disturb the recovery of the wounded. You'd better sit there quietly. "
Xiao Mailon's eyes reddened at the words of the commander-in-chief. Wei Ze did not speak to Michaelon in a condescending manner. Instead, he spoke to a soldier as a soldier. This kind of respect was the greatest courtesy.
Blushing, Xiao Mailon said, "Marshal! My injury was due to my carelessness. When I fought my way into the palace, I was distracted by the size of the house. In the end, a Qing Army soldier who didn't manage to kill me slashed my foot. I feel ashamed just thinking about it. "
"Oh? So that's how you got injured. Then let's talk about our glorious deeds. I don't believe that you only got here because your foot was slashed. "Vézé laughed.
Hearing Vézé's words, Xiao Mailon couldn't help but sit up straight. He said loudly, "Marshal, I led my battalion into the palace. There were still three or four thousand Qing Army soldiers inside. We immediately split up and killed them. The guards and I assassinated a group of Qing Army soldiers who counterattacked. I killed about twenty of them myself. I also put out the fire they set. "
Xiao Mailon recounted his experience in attacking the palace. There were still some stubborn people in the palace. They knew they were going to die for sure, so aside from the ferocity of their dying counterattack, they also tried to burn down the palace's library, which was easy to set on fire. The Liberation Army's attacking force quickly wiped out these crazy Qing Army soldiers, and a large number of documents in the palace fell into the hands of the Liberation Army.
When Vézé learned that the historical documents had been preserved, he couldn't help but nod. Gold, silver, and jewels might be valuable, but to China, these documents were the truly valuable things. The documents carried China's culture. For thousands of years, the Chinese civilization had been growing and multiplying, and Chinese culture had not been cut off. The carrier of cultural heritage was the record of history.
The other representatives also spoke one after another. Basically, they had attacked the outer city of Beijing. Those battles could use a large number of cannons, and the casualties were limited.
After understanding the situation, Vézé asked everyone about their plans for the future. Those who were not injured, of course, hoped to stay in the army. The model representatives would have a better future in the army, and no one would give up this hard-won opportunity.
Xiao Mailon sighed. "Marshal, my foot was badly injured. I can't feel anything in my toes. My foot is useless. I have no choice but to retire. "
"What plans do you have after you retire?" Vézé asked.
Xiao Mailon blushed. "I want to go back to the village and raise fish."
"Huh?" This answer greatly surprised Vézé. He never imagined that he would meet a soldier who wanted to go into the fishing industry after he retired. Moreover, it was a comrade who lived in a wheat producing area and loved to eat fish.
Xiao Mailon misunderstood Vézé's meaning and said embarrassedly, "My home is in Huaibei, and I've loved to eat fish since I was young. I only found out how delicious fish can be when I came to the army. I heard that I can go to school after I retire. There's an agricultural college that teaches fish, and I want to learn how to raise fish. "
"Haha, haha!" Vézé couldn't help but laugh. Such an honest answer made Vézé feel very friendly. Vézé himself also loved to eat fish.
Looking at Vézé's happy smile, Xiao Mailon was puzzled.
Vézé finally stopped laughing and looked at Xiao Mailon with a smile. "If you really love to eat fish and really want to raise fish, then I would like to give you a suggestion. I would like to give you a suggestion. "
The others originally thought that Vézé was joking with Xiao Mailon, but they never thought that Vézé would actually give Xiao Mailon a serious suggestion. Everyone held their breath and listened attentively.
"I also like to eat fish. There are many people in China who raise fish, but most of them catch fry to raise. Whether or not they can catch fry and whether or not they taste good when they grow up, it all depends on luck. "Vézé said.
Xiao Mailon's eyes lit up. He had been fishing with his father since he was young, so he was very clear about this. He couldn't help nodding his head and blurted out the words in his heart, "Your Majesty, you're really an expert!"
Vézé didn't continue the topic and continued, "We're currently doing intercropping, raising carp and other fish in the paddy fields. Whether it's carp, silver carp, grass carp, or black carp. If this research is successful, the masses won't have to go fishing for fry in the future, and fish will be available everywhere. At that time, it will be easier to raise fish, and the production of fish will be large. Everyone will be able to eat fish if they want to! Comrade Xiao Mailon, since you say that you like to eat fish, are you willing to do this job? "
The expressions in the eyes of the other model representatives changed. To be able to have Vézé personally assign a job to Xiao Mailon was a great honor in everyone's eyes. However, this job looked too ordinary. It wasn't a high-ranking position, but a job to raise fish. The only reliable job for this kind of job was probably a government job, which was the same as working in a factory. As for the specific content, it was really a little insignificant.
Xiao Mailon stood up excitedly. He tried his best to stand at attention and saluted Vézé. "Your Majesty, since this is your arrangement, I will definitely do this job well and raise the most delicious fish."
Vézé asked Xiao Mailon to sit down. "Delicious is one thing, but the quantity of these fish has to be large. This isn't a joke. It's not just tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of fry. That will be millions or tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of fry every year. Comrade Xiao Mailon, you'll have to devote the rest of your life to this job. This will take decades of hard work! "
"Please rest assured, Your Majesty. As long as you let me do it, I will do it to the end!" Xiao Mailon said enthusiastically.
Vézé nodded but didn't say anything. Many things could only be persevered with passion from the bottom of one's heart. He had once read a report about a fishery expert who passed away in the 21st century. The old man had been in this field all his life. What moved Vézé was the subtitle of the report, "He let everyone in China eat one more fish every year." One fish a year was nothing for the people of China in the 21st century, but this kind of thing always accumulated. Take Mr. Yuan Longping for example, he let each mu of land harvest a few more pounds of grain. Or take Vézé's proud example, he let the people in the liberated areas eat a few more pounds of oil every month. The accumulation of a little bit of progress would result in a terrible change.
But this was something that could only be studied by people who truly loved this industry. Mr. Yuan Longping said, "I'm just a farmer." This was Mr. Yuan Longping's evaluation of himself. In fact, he was really a farmer. All his life, he did nothing but work in the fields. When he was 70 or 80 years old, he couldn't ride a motorcycle anymore, so he bought a car. It was precisely this kind of real farmer that could do things that countless people couldn't.
All the outstanding people that Vézé had seen were like this. Perhaps it was like Confucius said, "knowing your destiny." They all turned their work into their destiny, and then they achieved amazing results.
Xiao Mailon's answer showed Vézé that he was really interested in fish farming. Vézé also sincerely hoped that Xiao Mailon could become a "fish farmer." If he could really do it, it would undoubtedly be a blessing for the whole of China.
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