Shortly after joining the party, it was very hot in August. My comrades in the cooking class broke their fingers while processing meat stuffing with a meat grinder. The company asked me to feed the pigs instead of him. Feeding pigs is hard, dirty and smelly. Generally speaking, this is a job to test the character of soldiers. Some people feed pigs for a while before joining the party, while others feed pigs before promoting cadres. I have joined the party. What do you mean, let me feed the pigs Therefore, even internally, there is a saying that I may mention cadres.

I don't really care about this, although I really hope to promote cadres, so that I can get rid of the pole shovel forever and leave the countryside completely. But I know my own conditions, I am old, my education is not high, and the possibility is very small. At this time, my second cousin Wang Lixiang and my sister-in-law (our family name is Second Sister) took their little nephew back to Xuanhua to visit relatives and passed by Beijing to see me in the company. I also told my fellow villagers and comrades-in-arms in advance not to say anything I might do. I haven't done anything yet, and I can't get it back when I go out. If I can't do it, it will make people laugh. However, although the villagers spoke quickly, they told the story. That's great. They went back and told my parents that I had done a good job in the army and wanted to be promoted to let the whole family know.

What moved me very much was that my brother and sister-in-law came to see me, and the company commander Zhang Deyou and his family just came to visit relatives. He must invite my brother and sister-in-law to dinner. Zhang Lianchang manages the army well. He is also good at housework and cooking. I saw him bring a chicken, he killed it himself, rolled it in boiling water, divided it by three times and five times, and then pulled out the chicken feathers. In a short time, a whole boiled chicken was served. Say nothing, bring beer, hey hey.

Up to now, every time I go home to visit relatives, my second brother and second sister always talk about the company commander's invitation to dinner. During my second brother and second sister's visit to Beijing, the company commander specially asked me for a day off to accompany them to the Forbidden City in Tiananmen Square. The picture below shows a photo taken at the Forbidden City in Tiananmen Square:

Let me feed the pigs, this is the person in charge of the company's vision. This is our old job. Feeding pigs while trimming is much more comfortable than feeding pigs in rural hometown. The most important thing is that there are a lot of leftovers in the kitchen, 100 people's leftovers, soup and water, and then chop up all kinds of vegetables that can't be eaten by the company's sideline with a knife, put them together and cook them in a very large iron pot, and the fragrance will come out. If people are hungry, they can't eat. But the weather is hot. It is not easy for more than a dozen pigs to clean the pigsty in the morning, cook pig food in the morning, rinse the pigsty before going to work in the afternoon and feed it three times a day. I work hard, work too much, sweat too much and eat too much. The monitor of the company's cooking class is a 76-year-old Guangdong soldier. Although I came to help temporarily, he was very kind to me. I am dirty and smelly, so I can't eat with everyone. I always take a bath and get dressed at night before I dare to go back to work and rest. So I wait for everyone to finish every meal before going back to the canteen. The monitor left me the best dishes for every meal. Of course, there is always the most meat. Time is not long, pigs grow meat, I grow meat, obviously put on weight. Shao Yi, the deputy company commander in charge of logistics life, is a joker from Wuhan, Hubei. One day, he smiled and asked me, "Class One, why do I think your ass grows faster than a pig?" In a word, I laughed down the people around me.

After feeding the pig for two months, it really said that I would be promoted. The army sent someone to my hometown and informed me to have a physical examination. In particular, the head of the logistics department in the regiment also talked to me specifically, telling me clearly that I should obey the organizational arrangements and be prepared for possible changes in my post after promotion. I understand what he said. I am a technician in our platoon, a technical cadre in the platoon. This is a position only available in technology companies. In an ordinary construction company, only the platoon leader is a cadre. It seems that my study in Tongxian Agricultural Machinery Factory was not in vain. Actually, it's not, because I can publish articles in the newspaper. After my promotion, I'm going to switch to publicity. Wait, give the order and I'll be an officer.

As I said before, I am a fickle person. I'm here. Everything will be fine. It seems to be a certain thing, but it still has an unexpected ending. Just as the comrades we were going to promote were waiting for the "power of attorney", one night, a sudden notice changed the fate of a group of people: in the future, cadres will no longer be promoted directly from soldiers, and military cadres must be selected from colleges and universities. I'm not the only one who got promoted. There are dozens of the whole group, and we even have two. Besides me, my boss wants to promote the section chief of the company, a 76-year-old Jiangsu soldier.

Knock, knock, knock, knock. A pot of cold water, poured from head to toe, is cool.

After the Third Plenary Session of the Eleventh Central Committee of the Communist Party of China, great changes have taken place in China's political situation, and the army is no exception. Our group of "quasi-cadres" waiting to be promoted have become guinea pigs in this period of great change. For the first time, I cancelled the first-level propaganda team of the Railway Corps, and I caught up. The second time, I stopped promoting cadres directly from the soldiers, and I caught up again. The third million-dollar disarmament, the railway services and arms were abolished and merged into the Ministry of Railways, but I still caught up. Of course, the final military reform is not a question of which one or two people catch up, but a question of all the officers and men of the Railway Corps catching up. This is another story.

No one can change the tide of history.

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