Canteen System Assistance Notes

The grassland beneath her hooves turned into a dirt path, then a gravel road. Sudiya switched her horse's pace from a gallop to a trot, finally stopping in front of a concrete floor. She looked up at the words "Yimeng Infectious Disease Hospital" on the building, dismounted, and hurried inside.

After stopping, Sudiya handed the Mauser pistol to the security department and walked quickly towards the hospital. As she walked, she put on the mask given by the security department and looked up at the three-story building, as if confirming her specific location.

She had just finished submitting weather data and summer homework, and had found time to rush over. It was quite a distance from the small town near her home, and if she wanted to get home before dark, she had to leave early. However, when Sudiya entered the green-painted, white-walled hospital building, she consciously slowed her pace, like a nimble cat.

Well, this is a hospital, and we have to keep quiet in the hospital.

“Aa ...

A devastating male voice emanated from the room at the other end, frightening the uniformed group of people still queuing in the corridor. They were then reprimanded by the supervisor nearby. Sudiya turned her head and saw a sign at the door that read "Urethra Swab Examination Room."

"What a shame, you filthy bastard! How shameful!"

These guys were bad guys undergoing labor reform. Among them were bad lamas, bandits, horse thieves, and former "nobles" and servants. When Sudiya first arrived here, she asked the nurses on duty and learned that these scoundrels had contracted a "dirty disease" that could only be contracted through promiscuity.

(aka sexually transmitted diseases)

However, the Eighth Route Army leaders were kind-hearted. Although they executed and "assisted in the reincarnation" of many people who should have been pecked to death by eagles, they even treated the remaining people who were serving sentences and labor reforms.

-Although the treatment process is long, you can feel it just by listening to the sound.

It was a huge and uncomfortable pain, but Sudiya still groaned.

"Deserve it!"

Her footsteps were light and quick, and she left the place quickly.

The inhuman howling was soon left behind. She walked along the eaves to a secluded ward. After greeting the familiar head nurse at the door and registering, Sudiya went up to the second floor as if she was familiar with the place and tiptoed towards a ward.

She leaned against the wall, leaning forward, and sticking half her head out to observe the situation. According to her academic experience, the 18-year-old Sudiya was a "young girl who had skipped a grade in primary school and was about to start junior high school." Here, she somewhat revealed a bit of the innocence that had been suppressed by life in the past.

However, this little trick was clearly seen through. The familiar figure didn't appear in the spacious recuperation ward. Instead, someone poked Sudiya on the back. "Little Diya? Our little prophet! Are you here to see your mother?"

"Hello, Yiji! I'm here to see my mother." Although she had no idea how she was recognized despite the mask, Sudiya, having seen this elderly woman in the same ward a few times, politely greeted her. "Your mother is in a literacy class! You'll see her soon. I'm old, I don't understand what they're saying..."

Compared to the infectious area where her mother was treated, the management of the "non-infectious rest area" where Sudiya is now is much more relaxed. Here, patients can not only move freely during the day, but also receive literacy classes to teach them how to read Chinese characters. After knowing where her mother was, Sudiya's worries were greatly relieved. She politely thanked the old lady.

"Thanks Iggy!"

"Hey, good boy, come and have some candy..."

The old woman narrowed her eyes, revealing a crescent-shaped smile. As she spoke, she slowly reached into her pocket and began to feel around.

Sudiya hastily declined - candies were still very precious and should be kept for the patient's nutrition - but in the end, unable to resist the old man's enthusiasm, the girl put away the wrinkled candy and accompanied the old man back to the room.

Her smile remained, and transformed into a cheerful and comfortable one as she chatted with the others in the room.

The older girl, Sudiya, walked out of the ward, leaned over the railing in the corridor, and let her hands hang down. She couldn't help but think of her mother a few months ago.

I recalled the scene before I came here with my father and the horse doctor.

Scene - people who are haunted by the "Pangbing Ghost" are like walking zombies, with hunched bodies, thin bodies, and constant coughing.

And now, the faces that used to have deep wrinkles and sunken eyes have been greatly improved, and even show signs of slight weight gain. They have actually recovered just like that.

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The girl's memories are like liquid wind, tracing back to the distant source along the grassland.

Sudiya's mother has been in poor health. She went to the town doctor for treatment and prescription. Although her condition did not improve, it was stable.

At the beginning of this year, I seemed to have caught a cold when it was snowing.

It's getting more serious.

Sudiya was so worried about this that she even became absent-minded when reporting the weather data.

This situation was noticed by the teacher in charge of the liaison. After understanding the relevant situation, the teacher who read the "Self-study Series" and "Barefoot Doctor Manual" on a daily basis had already made a basic judgment.

He summoned a traveling doctor on horseback, who brought his medicine box and paid a "home visit" to Sudiya's family. Afterward, Sudiya's mother, who was "most likely suffering from a parasite," was admitted to the Infectious Diseases Hospital in Yimeng and began receiving new treatments.

This was a long and miraculous process. Here, my mother needed to receive a triple therapy, essentially a quadruple: "Feiyanfei" from the R-Shi Synthetic Ammonia, Coal Chemical System, and Energy Material Synthesis Center; "Ethambutol" from the Dingyan District Hydrochloric Acid Industry and Yanchang Petroleum Refining; and "Prothionamide" from the Tobacco Planting and Refining and semi-synthetic pharmaceutical industry. These three drugs killed and inhibited the pathogens that were causing my mother's illness, keeping her condition under control.

The final couplet is about the simple act of "eating meat." In the isolated "infectious area" ward, my mother, speaking through the glass, remarked that every day she could, or rather had to, eat large portions of meat and vegetables, along with previously unimaginable white rice and flour, along with delicious meat dishes. According to the horse-riding doctor, sha disease is essentially a "disease of poverty." If a person eats well and is healthy, they are less likely to be stricken by this "demon of illness."

This treatment is very effective. More than 80% of the people who receive treatment here can recover and expel the "pang disease" that seemed incurable in the past from their bodies.

However, as the doctor said, the poor are prone to leprosy. Some people are unable to "take the medicine" due to malnutrition, while others cannot afford medical expenses at all. Fortunately, in Yimeng, treatment for leprosy is supported by government subsidies and savings insurance. Medications that are said to be as valuable as gold in the Kuomintang-controlled areas can be purchased here at a very low price.

"But what about places where 'our government' doesn't exist? What should people with ulcers do there?"

Sudiya's persistent study prompted her to ask this question. The doctor, who practiced medicine on horseback for many years, looked at the little meteorologist with a bit of surprise and replied gently, "It depends on our soldiers, our scientists, our workers...all those who share this idea working together to change their fate."

"And of course you, clever little Diya."

Along with the doctor's last words, the doorbell of another small building in the distance rang out. As the bell rang, a dense stream of people began to leave from that side and headed towards the third floor where Sudiya was.

The young girl clenched her hands into a cylinder, placed them in front of her eyes, and squinted to look for her mother - she knew that among the group of people leaving get out of class, there must be her strong mother.

"Eji!"

As soon as Sudiya found her mother, she shook her hands vigorously, then turned around and ran downstairs.

Most of the endless stratus clouds have drifted away, and golden sunlight shines through the gaps in the clouds, leaving a sharp, pillar-like light strip in the sky.

At this moment, the strong wind in the sky seemed to have eased down, and the

In the air, the seemingly endless whistling sound of the wind seemed to have become a little gentler at this moment.

This little weatherman, a girl who is about to enter junior high school, thought,

Well, it should be sunny when I go home today.

Chapter 712 Side Story (2) Iron and Aluminum Burning Flow

"Lu Da, you can call me Lu Gangtie. Nice to meet you."

"Hello, Teacher Lu, I am Qiu Deping, De means morality and Ping means peace." At the Xishan Coal Mine west of Jinyang City, two pairs of hands were clasped together.

One of the hands was covered in deep lines, heavy and solid. It resembled an old blacksmith's hammer. You might see wavy lines around the hammerhead, but at the crucial point, you could always see the shining, solid steel itself, enough to make the scorching metal succumb to its will bit by bit under the hammering, without any resistance.

The other hand looked slightly younger, but only slightly—a hint of crimson plaster seemed to lurk within the cleanly washed lines of the palm. This inorganic filter, like an inorganic filter, gave the large hand, despite the traces of tiny healing wounds, the appearance of a time-worn past.

These are obviously not the hands of someone who lives a comfortable life and works at a desk.

Their owners could have enjoyed a comfortable life, and their hands, which were not too old, would have grown slender, beautiful, and clean: one of them graduated from the Department of Iron and Steel Metallurgy of the Technical University of Berlin, studied under the famous Professor Dürer, and was a professional with a German engineer qualification certificate; the other graduated from the Moscow Institute of Nonferrous Metals, interned at the Dnieper Aluminum Smelter in Zaporizhia, and followed the deputy director here, Yefim Pavlovich Slavsky, completing a full four years of study in the field of aluminum alloy materials.

But at this moment, the owners of these two pairs of hands met in this land that had just been freed from the occupation of the enemy, and gathered in the mountains and rivers between these two mountains for some seemingly illusory persistence.

Lu Da, a ferrous metallurgy expert of the Eighth Route Army, and Qiu Deping, a non-ferrous metallurgy expert of the Eighth Route Army, are walking together on the Xishan Coal Mine in Shanxi Province.

After the Shanxi counterattack ended in March 1942, this province named after the area west of Taihang Mountain became a "liberated area" on the Chinese territory. Although the Chiang Kai-shek government once wanted to release "Yan Laoxi'er" who was in prison to provide a "claim" for the Shanxi region.

However, with the Shanxi-Suiyuan Army already dispersed, simply making loud claims would have no effect on the Eighth Route Army. In the end, Yan Baichuan could only become an active telegraph transmitter to maintain his presence in public opinion and replace General Yang who had been exchanged, becoming a permanent resident of Xuantian Cave in the Xifeng Concentration Camp in Guizhou Province.

The Eighth Route Army began to take over the development of Shanxi Province.

Because in the 1941 Battle of Western Meng, the Eighth Route Army had already counterattacked and liberated Yunzhong, and the Japanese army was short of manpower in the final stage of the counterattack in Shanxi Province.

As a result, it was impossible to fill the city defense fortifications of Jinyang City itself, and it was even more impossible to systematically and highly

The Eighth Route Army did not have to start from scratch in the redevelopment of Shanxi Province.

As one of China's provinces with perhaps the best "industrial" foundations outside of the three northeastern provinces, Shanxi boasts excellent resources, manpower, and transportation infrastructure. The industrialization strategies of the Yan era also left a certain legacy. However, after a basic survey, the Eighth Route Army discovered that the claims of "not starting from scratch" and "having a certain industrial foundation" were largely just self-consolation during a period of poverty and backwardness.

Second-hand machining equipment with reduced precision due to lack of maintenance, substandard products, unreasonable and unscientific construction planning, a transportation system that is a mixture of meter gauge and standard gauge that can only be considered barely usable, and even Shanxi Province's advantageous coal mining industry is full of traces of stupid, extensive and even barbaric development.

After the Japanese occupied this place, they were determined to plunder resources to support the war, so it was even less likely that they would consider "scientific development."

When the Japanese occupied this area, they expanded the existing coal mines. They built a railway extension from Baijiazhuang to this area, then dug three large pits, seven small pits, and countless other pits, including those half-sloping dog tracks. Their output... reached 150 million tons per year. The only coal mines that could compare to this are the mines in Yangquan and Yunzhong.

Qiu Deping, who arrived here earlier, began to introduce the situation of Xishan Coal Mine to Lu Gangtie. The two of them silently looked at the coal mountain in front of them and the workers who were pushing the carts out of the inclined shaft with human-powered rail cars: the workers were covered in coal dust, wearing calcium carbide lamps covered with metal mesh on their heads, and their mouths covered with dust masks that had just been distributed. They were panting, but seemed to be in control and not tired at all.

Because what they were pushing was not coal, but human bones.

Qiu Deping was silent for a moment, then said, "The coal seam in this area is good, so the exploration team went down. After an inspection, they selected the most promising mine tunnel, supporting the mine as they moved forward, and then... they dug out the bones."

"There are thirteen of them just nodding their heads."

He sighed. "We hurriedly asked former miners, but they couldn't figure it out either—because accidents like this happen so often in these places, and they didn't know in which one the thirteen miners died. When I was in the north, I saw a large pit. They started counting the remains in October of last year, but only had a rough count at the beginning of this year..."

"Damn little devils..."

They watched as the funeral procession gathered the mixed remains and transported them away on a small rail car. The two sighed, and after a long moment, Lu Gangtie finally picked up the conversation again.

"The invading army is intent on plundering us, desperate to squeeze us dry... But the Japanese not only treat human life with disregard, their development is also abysmal. These past few days, I've visited several mines, and they've dug as much as they can. There's serious waste, damage, and destruction of the mineral layers. These 'Sino-Japanese Joint Ventures' and 'Stock Corporations' are all just shabby practices.

"Only one mine, which is said to be controlled by the Japanese 'Special High Section', is doing better, as it has some scientific principles. Most of the other coal mines need to be renovated.

Rebuild." Lu Gangtie clapped his hands, "For development, we still have to look at

Ourselves."

Yes, even if they can import equipment and purchase supplies, the final construction still depends on the Eighth Route Army themselves.

Lu Gangtie squatted down, grabbed a handful of coal from the coal pile in the mining area, knocked it, smelled it, and then touched two pieces of coal against each other, performing the most basic coarse screening using a perceptual method based on experience.

"Actually, the coal mines in Yunzhong are better than here. Even if they can supply the newly built steel mill in Lucheng and then the entire city of Jinyang, it wouldn't be a big deal." Qiu Deping also picked up a piece of coal and rubbed the hard surface. "But there's so much coal here... I think it should be enough to supply all the steel mills in China in the future."

"In theory, there's definitely no problem. But trains transporting coal have to burn coal, and Shanxi Province isn't near the sea, so it wouldn't be cost-effective over long distances." Lu Gangtie pulled out a geological hammer with a duckbill head from behind him, knocked a few samples off the coal, and put them in the back of the bicycle his comrade was pushing. "And look at the steel consumption in the border areas and Guanzhong in recent years, as well as the production efficiency of our blast furnaces. In the future, all of China...tsk tsk tsk tsk, I'm afraid we'll have to import coal from abroad!"

"How is that possible... Mr. Chen, I believe in importing iron ore, but buying coal from foreigners... isn't that ridiculous? This isn't aluminum alloy, it consumes a lot of electricity, and we have to use precious foreign currency to buy it."

Nonferrous metals expert Qiu Deping burst out laughing. While Lu Gangtie was scouting for coke for the Jinyang Ironworks, he was looking for raw materials for coal tar pitch, an upstream product of electrode graphite, for the Xiaoyi Aluminum Electrolytic Plant. He stroked his newly grown beard and said, "Impossible, absolutely impossible."

Beep--, a steam train appeared on the railway extending into the Xishan Iron Mine. The locomotive of a mining train was dragging more than a dozen carriages and was gradually approaching the station inside the mine.

Simple manual counterweight cranes, steam- and electric-powered wire cranes, more advanced motorized forklifts, and unloading workers wearing helmets and protective gloves all began to gather near the freight platform, preparing to unload the trains. Behind the locomotive in the distance, it seemed to be carrying a variety of machinery, large and small, likely intended for use in subsequent mine development.

"How about we make a bet? Let's bet on whether we will buy coal from abroad after our country is established?"

Lu Gangtie also turned his gaze to the railway extending into the distance and the train gradually approaching.

"Okay, this bet has to have a staking claim. If I lose..."

Qiu Deping thought about it and finally said:

"If you lose, Lu Gangtie, you have to give me a stainless steel washbasin.

"If I lose...I'll give you a dozen bottles of Merlin's Cola in aluminum cans!" "Okay!"

Chapter 713 Side Story (3) Mr. Job Change

(Update)

In the Hubei-Henan-Anhui base area, Baipuzi Village in Yingshan County is considered to be one of the larger villages within the surrounding area.

The Xiaoshui River flows past the village. Water is diverted from the Niuzhu Lake-style canal facility, which was renovated from the "river bend" to irrigate the irrigated fields and vegetable gardens along the river's old course, bringing the local residents a bumper harvest of rice, rapeseed, and pumpkins. This bumper harvest has also brought the village the sounds of chickens and ducks, and the cries of cattle and sheep.

The Yingshan County not far away has given this originally "idyllic" secluded natural village a little more unconventional atmosphere.

“Buzz—!”

A noise that was enough to make one's hair stand on end came from the loudspeakers at the beginning and end of the village, and then the voice changed to a standard broadcast tone: "The time now is 17:30 pm." Oh, it's time to get off work.

Old Master Xu Jize took a look at the alarm clock from his long gown pocket, then straightened up from his folding canvas beach chair. He checked to see if his pen was properly placed on the table, checked to see if the ink in the inkstone was dry, and then checked to see if there was enough grid paper in the inner chamber of his old wooden table...

After this round of "check lis"-like inspection, Mr. Xu finally relaxed a little. He took a square iron box with "Fun Biscuits" printed on it from the table, grasped the edge and gently opened it, examining the ink pad, seal, stamps in an envelope, and a tube of something that looked like lipstick.

"We have to go to the supply and marketing cooperative."

Twisting the bottom of the lipstick tube and looking at the white solid rubber tip twisting and turning with the central screw on the base, Mr. Xu Jize, the owner, storekeeper, and employee of "Rongyin Zipu", stroked his beard and prepared to welcome the second wave of business peak today.

Although everyone in Baipuzi Village could recognize a few Chinese characters, they were still some distance away from being able to express their purpose perfectly and completely through letters; although there was a telephone in the village office, making phone calls to contact others was still too fashionable at that time.

Therefore, facing the fierce competition from new entrants, Mr. Xu has no worries about losing his job for the time being. What's more, he is good at writing with both a fountain pen and a brush. He is able to use his "differentiated competition" ability in the field of communication to "empower heterogeneity" in the traditional "letter writing" industry, making customers willing to pay for value-added services. He is indeed a benchmark service provider in the commercial red ocean.

Ahem....

However, Master Xu's peak business hours for the day were almost over. During this period of overtime, he wrote a letter to Xiu Qi'er in the village, a letter to a male model worker at the factory, saying, "Don't be too proactive, but don't let people feel you're not interested." He also drafted a contract for the rental of a "bull-slaying" tiller between two neighboring villages, and penned a birthday message for an elderly man in a distant village who was about to turn 60. But then, before daybreak, Xu Jize stood up from his chair and waved to the crowd.

"Master Xu, is that all for today? No more writing?" "Yes, yes, that's all for today!"

"Fellow villagers, today is Saturday! I have official business to attend to, so I'll be leaving soon!" He downed the last sip of his tea from a large glass beer mug, then pulled out a long, V-shaped clothes hanger from the side of the chair and took down the Rongyin Shop banner. As he devoured his hamburger, topped with a white bun and vegetables, Mr. Xu Jize's movements were swift and powerful, like the creaking of a well-oiled and polished bicycle.

"Hey...let's go, let's go..."

The villagers who had been gathered around, watching the fun, offering random suggestions, and acting crazy, suddenly dispersed. Those carrying needles and thread, rags, straw baskets, corn cobs, and the crackling of pipes dispersed and began to gather in the open courtyard in front of the village office, the second place with electricity and lights. They were ready to start the next phase of the village's evening social life after electricity: chatting.

After all, this place is under the rule of the Communist Party. There is only one county chief in the surrounding area, and there are militia stationed in the village to stand guard, so there is basically no need to worry about bandits.

New living habits are gradually replacing old ones, and new life pursuits will gradually emerge.

Nowadays, everyone likes to chat in the yard. Maybe in the future, they will think about installing a light bulb at home? That would be good. At night, everyone would have something to do.