A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

No matter how much your hair stands on end, it won't help; once the special train starts moving, it won't stop. The lead seals on the tank cars won't be easily opened.

Aside from the inconvenience of going to the toilet, Xiao Jiang is quite comfortable here. He takes naps whenever he has free time, and when he wakes up naturally, he thinks about how to use the text editor.

And so, after who knows how long, the train finally came to a stop.

Jiang Xia curiously peered out from under the metal bars at the opening; this was clearly a platform.

Just as Jiang Xia was searching for platform information, a command came from outside the freight car.

The voice at the beginning was too low to hear clearly, but then I heard one sentence: "Reopen!"

Then came the sound of a hammer striking the carriage door.

Wang Kui pulled Jiang Xia behind the rice bag again. As the carriage door opened, the dazzling sunlight pierced the darkness inside the boxcar.

"Hello, comrade!"

A woman's voice rang out, and two people stood at the carriage door, not daring to enter rashly.

"Password!"

"The west wind at night releases a thousand trees of blossoms."

"Respond to the order!"

"The sharpest blade in the East pierces the sky"

Wang Kui then slung the gun over his shoulder and led Jiang Xia out.

Looking at the man and woman, the man had a square face and unusually thick eyebrows, but his eyes beneath them were extremely bright.

The woman wore a blue cloth hat with a wicker helmet on top, and had short hair that reached her ears, with slightly sunken cheeks.

"Comrade? I'm an officer from the machinery factory. You can call me Chunxia. I've been ordered to pick you up!"

Wang Kui quietly stepped aside, revealing Jiang Xia behind him.

Seeing that there were only two people, Chunxia was stunned for a moment, but immediately smiled.

After exchanging pleasantries, Sister Chunxia gestured to the side, saying, "Comrade, you must be tired from your journey. Come along with everyone..."

Jiang Xia had been curious for a while. Not far from them, a group of people got off in a train carriage, including both the elderly and the strong.

"they are?"

"Just like you, I'm here to support our factory." As she spoke, Chunxia glanced at Wang Kui with her pretty eyes, clearly showing some curiosity.

Wang Kui awkwardly twitched the corner of his mouth; this older woman was anything but cute.

As Jiang Xia walked towards the crowd, he looked around at the empty platform.

Tsk, there's not even a bus stop sign?

However, looking at the scenery around us, this is clearly a city.

Shouldn't it be a desert?

Where exactly is this?

However, remaining silent when you don't understand something makes you seem smarter.

Following the crowd, we arrived at a truck. The truck bed had been modified, with long benches placed vertically on both sides. The truck's tarpaulin had also been lowered, and after everyone was seated, the tarpaulin at the rear of the truck was tied up.

Sister Chunxia turned on a kerosene lamp and hung it on the truck's railing.

The vehicle slowly started moving, and the lanterns cast halos of light across the tarpaulin as it bumped along.

"Hang in there, everyone! Once we get to the factory, we can get some rest. The leaders have prepared a banquet for us tonight to thank all the comrades who came from all over the country to help us!"

"Let's get to know each other first. Sir, where are you from?"

"Oh, hello everyone, I am..."

As everyone introduced themselves, the carriage began to liven up.

"Hey, you're from Factory 204? I'm from Factory 343, right next to you!"

"Oh, you wouldn't happen to have the surname Yang, would you? The 'Yang Yicuo' from 343?"

……

Jiang Xia saw that it was almost his turn and wanted to stand up and announce his name, but unexpectedly someone pressed down on his shoulder.

Looking back, I saw the square-faced man who had been silent all along.

The square-faced man shook his head slightly at him, and Jiang Xia looked at Wang Kui.

Wang Kui looked at the square-faced man with a probing gaze. He didn't know how they communicated, but in the end, Wang Kui pulled Jiang Xia between the two of them.

The three of them happened to be sitting at the back, so they didn't arouse the curiosity of the people in front.

The car wound its way along the yellowish-brown road.

Jiang Xia peered out through the gap in the tarpaulin, and the square-faced man just smiled and let him look around freely.

After rounding a wall, the truck drove onto the concrete road. The lantern, which had been swaying so violently it looked like it was about to take off, calmed down.

The loudspeaker blared, and surprisingly, it started playing music.

"The flowers in the flower basket smell sweet, let us sing a song, let us sing and sing..."

Is this an industrial area?

Through the gap, Jiang Xia saw a group of workers in blue and black overalls walking in a row, chatting and laughing. Occasionally, a few of them would play around, their upper bodies moving as if they were frolicking, but their steps were surprisingly synchronized.

Nearby, rows of red brick and tile factory buildings began to emerge.

However, the buildings here are noticeably shorter, and the workshops are quite far apart. Unlike the Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill, where you can turn right out of Workshop 1 and find yourself at the entrance of Workshop 2.

Especially the roof, unlike the high eaves in Beijing, it's just a big flat panel, looking like a matchbox from a distance.

The car drove past the factory area and continued for a long distance before finally stopping in front of a two-story red brick building.

Because Jiang Xia and his group were at the back of the carriage, they were the first to get off.

Following the square-faced man, instead of entering the red building in front of him, he walked a little further along the path in front of the red building and came to an inconspicuous bungalow.

"Kid, you can stay here for now."

Jiang Xia wasn't dissatisfied and went into the room. There was a table and two beds. On one bed was a neatly folded square, and under the bed was an enamel basin containing towels and other toiletries.

Just as Jiang Xia entered the room to look around, Wang Kui, with a square face, asked, "A mole?"

"Hmm! But that's not the main point..."

"?"

"All actions are subject to orders!"

"Tsk, get me a cigarette, I'm suffocating."

The square-faced man smiled, took out a paper package, and handed it over.

"Someone will take you to the cafeteria later, I have to get to work!"

Wang Kui toyed with the cigarette case in his hand and walked into the house, lost in thought.

"We've come to Lanzhou, you little rascal! You've really screwed us over! You said it would have been so much better if I were in the capital, training the textile factory's women!"

Jiang Xia lay on the bed and wriggled a few times: "Good brother, we're always messing with each other. Didn't you make me sleep on straw? If word got out, people would think I really turned into a rooster."

"Hey, there aren't even any road signs here, how do you know where we are?"

Wang Kui tossed the cigarette pack to Jiang Xia, who picked it up and examined it.

The cigarette box was printed with a picture of the Yellow River Iron Bridge and a sheepskin raft, along with the words "Lanqiao" (Orchid Bridge), which was quite nice.

Oh, a place to eat ramen.

What's here again? Jiang Xia, who thought he would have to spend some time eating sand in the western desert, began to search his memories of the future.

Hey! Is my dad here?

After thinking for a moment, Jiang Xia straightened up and looked at Wang Kui: "Brother Wang, it's my dad~"

Wang Kui gently shook his head.

Jiang Xia slammed her hand heavily on the pillow again, her eyes welling up with tears. She wondered what the refined man she remembered was like now.

Jiang Xia closed his eyes, wanting to sleep but unable to. Every time he closed his eyes, all he could hear was the clanging sound of wheels hitting the rails.

Bang bang bang.

A knock sounded at the door. Wang Kui adjusted his belt, gave Jiang Xia a wink, and then got out of bed to open the door.

"Comrades, are you from Beijing?"

A middle-aged man wearing black-rimmed glasses and a four-pocket jacket appeared at the door.

Upon seeing Wang Kui open the door, he flashed a big smile.

"Hahaha, finally we've got an expert from Beijing!"

Wang Kui's eyes turned cold, and he swung a chop to the neck.