The sun sets in the sky, and it turns red. On the other side of the Qixing River, the vast wasteland, and a group of educated youth from all over the Republic still have tender faces. The educated youth sat around several burning bonfires, wandering laughter among the high birch forests. Yes, they are still too young and come here with their ideals and enthusiasm. I don’t know what a difficult life is waiting for them. Maybe some of them will regret it tomorrow.

Li Siming looked at everything in front of him, but he thought in his heart that in his previous life, these young people, who were eighteen or nineteen years old, were just wandering around, falling in love, surfing the Internet, etc. They didn't understand why their parents came to the Great Northern Wilderness to stay away from their hometowns and relatives just for an unrealistic ideal, staying away from their hometowns and relatives, and dedicated their youth and passion.

When a bright moon rises, it is time to start political studies. The instructor Ding Chenggong, a veteran with a similar background and experience as the company commander Chen Shi. He first read aloud the editorial "Liang Xiao" signed by the People's Daily three days ago, "* and Confucius and Mencius' Way", and then asked the educated youth to talk about their reading notes. In fact, this "Liang Xiao" is not a pseudonym of a certain person, but a homonym of "two schools", and is a critical group composed of some people from Tsinghua University and Peking University. For political needs, Liang Xiao wrote together.

There were 219 articles, 181 published, of which more than 30 became study documents confined to the time. Since the article contained the "opinions" of the * and * groups, once the article was published, newspapers and magazines across the country must be reprinted one after another. Moreover, these articles were prominent in important government newspapers and magazines such as "Red Flag" magazine, People's Daily, Beijing Daily, Guangming Daily, Peking University Journal, and Historical Research". No wonder there was a saying that "tag newspapers copied big newspapers and big newspapers copied big newspapers" at that time.

"Everyone is a loyal communist fighter. He can stand the test when he travels thousands of miles to the Great Northern Wilderness. However, if we want to maintain ideological progress and be a good soldier of Chairman Mao, we must draw a clear line with the * group, recognize a small group of ambitious people hidden in our proletarian front, expose them and defeat them." Instructor Ding looked around and saw that the educated youth were very attentive to hear it, he struck while the iron was hot, "Next, let comrades talk about their gratitude and speak freely. Comrades coming from the masses and going to the masses is the consistent policy of our party."

"I'll say a few words!" Someone from below stood up, and before he finished speaking, more than a dozen asked to speak immediately, and there was a noise.

"Just be quiet, everyone has a high awareness. Then, take each row as the unit, and send a representative to talk to each row!" Director Ding is very experienced.

Of course, according to the sequence, the first one to stand out was the rows of leaders Zhao Shanhe. He was the "third-year old" and came to Daxing in 1968. He is considered to be a relatively old-fashioned person and gave Li Siming a good impression.

"I am the leader of the row of Zhao Shanhe. I will say a few words on behalf of our row of educated youth, which is considered to be a throw-in jade." Zhao Shanhe cleared his throat and continued, "To be honest, I just heard the news of the *rebellion and revolution last month, and I don't believe it at all. Why? Because of the depth of hiddenness. The enemy is really fighting with us, we are not afraid. With the guidance of the glorious thoughts, we will definitely win. But there is an enemy, who hides inside the people, dresses up as ordinary people, and even proletarian revolutionary activists, stabbing the knife in our backs, making people unable to guard against it. Therefore, this kind of enemy is the most dangerous and more harmful. Therefore, I call on the people, party members, cadres, activists, and our intellectual youth to keep their eyes open, strengthen their Marxism-Leninism thought, stay vigilant, prevent the destruction of the enemy, and defend the happy life that countless revolutionary ancestors have bleed and sacrificed."

Hugh... warmly applauded. Next were the speeches of each row.

At the beginning, Li Siming listened to the speeches of the platoon leaders with a spirit. Later, when other educated youth spoke, they said one by one, especially when they heard a certain educated youth saying that he had started to strengthen his ideological transformation from small things, such as helping the elderly cross the road, saving every piece of soap, etc., which was even more boring. Perhaps the person who was baked by the bonfire was warm and fell asleep in a daze. In a daze, he felt someone patting him vigorously, and Li Siming jumped up like a conditioned reflex, "What, what, it's dawn!"

"Haha..." A loud laughter burst out from the crowd. Zhang Hua beside him buried his head in his knees and tried hard to suppress the laughter, but his shaking shoulders betrayed him. He had seen Instructor Ding look here frequently, wanting to remind Li Siming, but he didn't expect Li Siming's reaction to be too loud.

"Li Siming, copy this editorial ten times tonight and hand it over to me tomorrow morning. The meeting will be over!" Instructor Ding was very angry, and the consequences were very serious.

Back at the tent, Li Siming spread out the paper dejectedly, preparing to complete this arduous task, ten times, five thousand words each time.

"Siming, I'll copy it for you, okay?" Zhang Hua looked at Li Siming's mournful expression and felt a little reluctant.

"Yes, I'll write for you too. There are so many people and great power." Yuan Hou was also in the same row, and he slept in the same tent with Li Siming, Zhang Hua and Xu Dashuai.

"Don't bother Siming. Your handwriting is different. If you are discovered by the instructor, you will be punished again. " Although Shuai Shuai also wanted to help, he couldn't help. Li Siming thanked the three of them with gratitude and seized the time to copy. Alas, this kind of situation was only when I was studying in my previous life. I often saw some classmates being punished by teachers like this, but that was someone else, and I was a three-good student. I didn't want to change my time and space, change my identity, and catch up with me.

The wind blew by, and the remaining bonfire outside was blown by the wind, making crackling sounds. The wind blew into the tent through the gap, causing the flames of a small oil lamp to sway. Li Siming cursed Instructor Ding while copying.

"Hey, when I was in Shanghai, I heard from the comrades in the registration office that I came here, lived in a big room, ate white noodles, and picked it up by truck when I was working. When I came here, I realized that I had been cheated." Hou Yuan complained.

"Hmph, if you don't cheat on you, you will come to this place where birds don't poop. Take today's supper for example, three steamed buns and one pickle, which can you eat?" Zhang Hua said contemptly.

"Yes, I didn't expect it." Xu Dashuai felt the same way, and then said, "I couldn't eat steamed buns in Nanniwan back then. They could also become Jiangnan in northern Shaanxi. We can do it. I think we can do it in the future." Zhang Hua and Yuan Hou did not speak.

After a while, Zhang Hua asked, "Siming, what do you think?"

"What do I think? Of course, I responded to the call of the Party Central Committee, took root in the frontier and contributed to the construction of the frontier." Damn, I wrote it for so long and copied it three times, and I haven't done it like this for a long time. I used to write reports and papers on computers, which was much easier, and most of them were completed by the secretary.

"Tsk, this is your previous thought. I heard from the old educated youth that it will be very hard here. We will start working tomorrow." Zhang Hua obviously didn't believe it.

Finally finished copying, Li Siming moved his sore right hand, and the other three were already asleep. Looking at their equally young faces under the dim light, the boy shook his head. He lifted the curtain of the tent, walked to the wilderness, and took a few deep breaths of fresh air. It was late at night, and the surroundings were lonely and silent, and occasionally there were the cries of small animals, and the other was the dreamy sound from a tent. The northern wilderness had already entered winter. In the cold wind, the boy tightened his cotton coat.

, sat down in front of the remaining bonfire and pondered. He had thought about Zhang Hua's problem just now in the tent. In fact, he had thought about it since he came to this era, but no one could believe it. Lofty ideals and futures were buried in his heart. He believed that as long as he worked hard, he would definitely achieve it. When he came to the Great Northern Wilderness, he just wanted to implement it a few years later. He didn't want to fight against the entire era, and he was still young, and he was only twenty-one years old in five years.

Behind him, there were powerful footsteps, and looking back, it was company commander Chen Shi.

"Li Siming, why don't you go to bed when you're so late?" There are many things happening to Li Siming today. From the morning to the morning when he bravely rescued the female educated youth who fell into the water, setting up a tent in the afternoon, to the evening when he was arrested for political studies, Company Commander Chen couldn't remember his name.

"Hello, the company commander, I just completed the 'task' assigned by the instructor, come out and have some breathing." Li Siming said a little mockingly.

"Haha, I can't think of it, right? Instructor Ding is also doing it for your own good. You should hurry up and study and make progress when you are young. As long as you recognize your mistakes, you will be good comrades when you correct them." Company Commander Chen thought Li Siming was in a bad mood and enlightened him.

"No, company commander, I have realized my mistakes. Thank you for your concern." The young man was very modest.

"How is it? What do you think of coming to Daxing? Are you very disappointed?"

"No, the company commander, when the 359th Brigade was not enough to eat steamed buns in Nanniwan, they could also become the Jiangnan of northern Shaanxi. We can do it. Chairman Mao taught us: There is nothing difficult in the world, as long as we are willing to climb. As long as we are united under the red flag of the Party Central Committee and work hard, I think we can have a prosperous future." The young man repeated the words of Shuai Xu and quoted the famous quotes of the great man.

"That's right, you think this way. The conditions are a bit difficult now, but as long as we have a red heart and the spirit of hard work, we will turn Daxing into Jiangnan in the northeast and turn the Beidahuang into Beidaculang."

"Company Commander, what did you think at the beginning? I mean why did you come to the Great Northern Wilderness?" The young man was very curious about the choices of the company commander's generation. Yes, as young people in the 21st century, they don't quite understand this behavior full of revolutionary waste.

"Nothing too deep." The company commander took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and handed it to the boy. The boy refused, pulled out a firewood with Mars, took a deep breath after igniting it, and continued, "I have been in the army for 50 years, and then I went to North Korea the next year, made meritorious and received a prize. Later, after returning to China, the army was reorganized, and some troops were withdrawn, so I took the initiative to transfer. At that time, the Party Central Committee called for the development of the Great Northern Wilderness, so I came."

"Do you regret it?" the boy asked carefully.

"I regret it, no. When I was younger than you, my family was a tenant and couldn't even eat. Every year when I was not in charge of the green and yellow, my mother would take me to dig wild vegetables and feed my belly with bran and rice. Later, I was liberated and I divided the land to eat white flour. Think about it, this good life is not easy. But we can't forget the foundation. There are so many wastelands in the Great Northern Wilderness, waiting for us to develop. How much food will we feed and how many people will we support in the future."

The boy was silent.
Chapter completed!