A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

Two small steel cannons, fitted with passenger carriages, slowly came to a stop in front of the office building.

This passenger carriage was another example of the workers' own innovation; it was basically just a long, rectangular frame made of wooden planks. The difference was that a miniature "heating stove" was installed inside.

In the dead of winter, whether you're squeezing onto a bus or riding a bicycle, it's unbearably painful. Especially this year, it's bitterly cold.

The working environment for the steel rolling workers is also special, sometimes extremely cold and sometimes extremely hot, and several of them who are not physically strong have already fallen ill.

With Yang Youning's approval, several wooden carriages were made to serve as transportation for personnel between the factory area and the dormitory building.

Just like a small land train, it was very popular with the workers.

Some of the workers who lived far away were extremely envious, so the "Little Cannon Train" tried a long-distance transport mission.

Yeah, I gave up after just one try. I couldn't help it, I'm too slow...

It's really not a big deal. If you're slow, just leave earlier.

Unfortunately, someone reported it, saying it was a waste of public fuel.

Tsk tsk, human nature... Just like the author was reported again, it's just that modern history is not suitable for inclusion.

We'll just revise it, humph! We're not writing "Liu Bei stories," what can you do to me?

……

Several teenagers jumped out of the carriage, shivering from the cold at first. After stretching a few times, they carefully helped the people behind them off the train.

Jiang Xia, who was upstairs, frowned as he looked at the group of boys' clothes.

The smaller ones are a bit better; although they're covered with patches, at least their bodies are covered.

The taller ones' pants only reached their calves.

Looking again at the people they were helping down, they were wearing khaki military uniforms. The one in the lead had an empty left sleeve, the one following him had an empty right sleeve, and the rest had empty sleeves on both sides...

The thin sleeves of his clothes were blown by the cold wind, constantly patting against his chest, and a red and gold medal was faintly visible in the fluttering sleeves.

"veteran!"

With a "whoosh," Jiang Xia rushed downstairs.

"Yang Youning, you idiot! Why did you bring someone out in this freezing weather?!"

"Wang Kui, Wang Kui! Quick, get someone to help!"

Yang Youning's lips twitched: "You're so disrespectful! I had no idea it would be this cold today! Besides, those old buddies have all been huddled in snowdrifts before, they're freezing!"

The arrival of the veteran caused a stir in the office building.

In the factory office conference room, Secretary Liu had stuffed the newly installed heating stove full of coal, and, finding it not burning fast enough, was fanning it vigorously with a large palm-leaf fan.

Li Huaide took out his treasured flower tea and added it to the large iron kettle.

The apples that Ma Weihong brought were also washed and cut into small pieces so that the veterans could pick them up easily.

Jiang Xia also found the roasted soybeans that Li Changfu had hidden in his office and piled them in front of the veteran.

Upon receiving the news, Director Sun of the canteen rushed over carrying a basket of washed sweet potatoes.

The young women from the propaganda department surrounded several veterans who had difficulty getting around, feeding them sliced ​​apples.

Several boys were also pulled into a small room next door by the women's federation aunties, who were going to use the fabric they had just received to mend their clothes.

When Yang Youning told her that they were going to be hired into the new "heating furnace factory," the old lady slapped her thigh with joy. They brought over newly made work clothes from the textile factory directly from the warehouse—two sets for each person—and told her to put them on!

"Oh dear, children, don't blame me for not giving you these clothes at first; they just arrived this morning!"

"Our steel rolling mill has been doing well lately, but it's also attracted a lot of jealous people. As long as they're our own people, it's fine. We'll issue them work uniforms in advance, and no one can find fault with that!"

While everyone was busy, Yang Youning grabbed Jiang Xia's ahoge (cowlick) and walked to the side.

"The one with only his upper body left is my old company commander; the one with only half a body left is the company's machine gunner; and the one with half an arm left is the assault soldier..."

"So, you're trying to find them work? Aren't they supported by the state? Like this..."

Yang Youning sighed and pulled Jiang Xia away a little further.

"They're taking care of us, but you know the situation. These days, even able-bodied people can't get enough to eat. Those guys even brought along the orphans of their fallen comrades..."

"Although the people in the neighborhood committee have tried their best, they are just robbing Peter to pay Paul. You can't cook without rice!"

"Besides, I always felt something was off about them!"

"What's wrong? Is your wound still not healed?" Jiang Xia asked in surprise.

"No, it's just that their energy and spirit are different from before. How should I put it, they just have a certain something..."

"Is there a sense of rage?"

"Yes, yes, that's right. They used to go out for walks when they had free time, but lately they haven't left the house at all."

Jiang Xia nodded, understanding.

When Jiang Xia went to pick up the car, he felt a strong aura of blood, especially from the company commander. When the company commander stared at him, the hairs on his body stood on end.

"Furthermore, they said they were fighting even in their dreams. Although the doctor explained it as a reaction, I think it's abnormal. This way, a person can't rest at all; if you jump on a rope for too long, it will break!"

Jiang Xia nodded. PTSD, post-traumatic stress disorder, is a difficult disease to treat. You've probably seen how soldiers in the Bald Eagles of later generations often take handfuls of medication; it's caused by this stuff.

Yang Youning knows quite a lot, and he's very observant.

Moreover, his idea was also correct. This kind of mental illness can only be overcome by oneself. Ordinary drugs only treat the symptoms and not the root cause, not to mention that there is no such drug at present.

At most, I'll prescribe a few sleeping pills to help them fall asleep.

However, getting them to work is still an excellent tactic.

When people are tired, they don't overthink things; their heads hit the pillow and they fall asleep without dreaming. Veterans getting together and exchanging ideas is a good way to relax.

"Alright, I'll go set up the heating pack production line right away, and speed it up so they won't have time to think about anything else!"

"Hmm, make that cable a bit longer, so that there will be room for more people when they come."

"Tsk, let's make a ring shape then, or if that doesn't work, we'll just get two more."

As she spoke, Jiang Xia looked enviously toward the conference room, where the veterans, unable to withstand the onslaught of the crowd, had begun to stammer as they recounted their experiences.

I really want to go and listen!

The story of the white rabbit battling the bald eagle is one you can never get enough of hearing.

"Alright, I'll take you to their place for a visit later. They can talk about all their nonsense for three days and three nights!"

Jiang Xia, fuming, stomped on Yang Youning's little toe: "Defending the country! How can this be a trivial matter?"

"Pah, it's not like I didn't go! I fell behind because I got blown up and couldn't move."

Jiang Xia looked Yang Youning up and down, who was completely unharmed, and asked in confusion, "Where did you get blown up? Your brain!"

"Hey, how did you know? Touch this, it's soft, isn't it? The doctor said my brains were coming out..."

Well, Jiang Xia had always thought "lacking brains" was an adjective, but he never expected it to be a noun when applied to Yang Youning.

No wonder Yang Youning is usually so clueless, but occasionally displays extraordinary intelligence.

So that's where the root of the problem lies.

e=(′o｀*))) Sigh, okay, I won't bully you anymore, Uncle Yang.

Jiang Xia pulled out two No. 13 cigars: "Uncle Yang, let me help you grow your brain."

"What is this? I don't want it. It looks like dog poop."

"Take it or leave it, the instructor decides."

……

"Give me ten more, my head hurts."