The green car in 1987 was crowded like canned yellow peaches, and the luggage was like juice, swaying between people. The toilets were usually occupied, so that people also turned yellow.

Su Cheng was sitting in a three-seater, and from time to time he would give up half of his breeze position, so that the people next to him would rest with their legs.

At night, someone couldn't support him, so he simply slipped under the seat and lay down. Such a difficult experience was something Su Cheng had never thought of.

However, the people in the same car did not feel the hard work, but instead kept talking nonstop and felt a sense of affection.

It took two days and one night to arrive at Dong* Camp.

It was late at night. Looking out from the window, you could see the dense derricks and fire dragon-like traffic on the wasteland. Old Zhang, who had rubbed his butt half his butt, stood up and said in an excited tone: "Look! This is the winning oil battle!"

"It's so heroic!"

“Many kowtowers.”

"I finally got home."

Su Cheng listened quietly. As a student at the Petroleum University, he also had the dream of an engineer. However, after the millennium, the children of the oil field were eagerly waiting to recruit workers, but students like him who had no way out were gradually drifting away from their dreams.

Most of the passengers in the car were oil field workers, full of enthusiasm, and Su Cheng also stood up.

After a while, the green car stopped.

Su Cheng said hello, carried his bag and got off the train.

Lao Zhang followed from behind and smiled honestly, "Xiao Su, there are still several hours before dawn. Is there any place to go?"

Su Cheng shook his head blankly.

"Go to my place." Lao Zhang grabbed Su Cheng without saying a word and said as he walked: "I have a fellow villager in the guesthouse, and staying for half a night is not worth the money."

At this time, there is indeed no hotel and it is open.

Su Cheng followed half-stop and spent half-night in the slut and stinky feet.

The next morning, Lao Zhang asked in an acquaintance tone: "Xiao Su, I'll go to the oil pipe factory, where are you?"

“去指挥部报道.”

"Oh? It's a good place. Then let's go to the station to take the bus." Lao Zhang was very good at making decisions for others, so he pulled Su Cheng and ran away.

Along the way, Su Cheng was observing this city that was born. When he was born, the era of oil war had passed, but he heard many stories that seemed to be true and dreamy that his fathers recalled.

As a state-owned super-large oil field second only to Daqing, Shengli Oilfield is extremely wealthy, which can be seen from the bus.

As early as the early 1980s, when various departments were in extreme foreign exchange, the oilfield purchased a batch of buses from abroad. The body consisting of two bright yellow cars was quite wide, and it served as the oilfield commuter vehicle for a long time. Until the establishment of Dong*ying City, it also assumed the responsibility of urban buses. In order to make a difference, the numbers of oilfield buses are within 100 digits, while local buses use the numbers after 100 digits.

The so-called "there is a kowtower first, and then the Dong*ying City" further illustrates the status of the oil field here.

In Sucheng's view, the size of Dong*ying Station is even better than that of some county-level cities 20 years later. At least the bus connected by wrinkled rubber looks brand new.

After arriving at the command center and handing over the letter of introduction, Su Cheng's identity as Peking University caused another sensation, but everyone felt more regretful.

Peking University students were assigned to the Ministry of Petroleum and were transferred to Shengli Oilfield a month later. They seemed to offend people no matter how they thought.

The director of the Personnel Office observed in the office for a while, and saw that Su Cheng looked around, but neither approached him or said hello, so he waved his pen and assigned it to the Gudong Oilfield Command.

This is a second-level unit of Shengli Oilfield, and it can be said to be the grassroots level under the Battle Command.

Su Cheng took the Guangzhou mid-sized bus to Ken*li County in a daze. When he arrived at the place, he took the commuter bus from Ken*li County to Gudong Oilfield Command.

When I arrived at the Gudong Oilfield Command, I was about to get off work. The cadres in charge of receiving roughly glanced at the letter of introduction and decided that they had made a mistake. The students who were sent here did not ask questions, and said, "You are a college student and should be staying in the office. However, now that the quota is full, you should work in the oil production team first."

"Oil production team?" Su Cheng was stunned this time. He grew up in the oil field, so of course he knew the hard work of the oil production team.

When he came to Shengli Oilfield, he wanted to play his professionalism, but he did not think about being a basic worker.

"Team 2 of the Oil Production Plant 3. When you arrive at the place, people will tell you how to do it. You can take the letter of introduction to stay in the guesthouse first." The responsible cadre stamped a big red seal, not giving him a chance to speak.

Although it was a bit unexpected, Sucheng still took the truck modified commuter bus the next day and went to the No. 3 Oil Production Plant.

Since we start from the grassroots level, then we start from the grassroots level.

Su Cheng was not like a college student of this era, strong and weak in spirit, and always compared himself to the ancient juren and Jinshi.

He is a college student from the 21st century. He is used to the identity of migrant workers and the treatment of livestock, and is mentally tenacious. He is extremely strong when he travels through time. He is not afraid of his physical work at all.

Dou Wanshan, the captain of the Oil Production Team 2, is a middle-aged worker. He is pitch black all over and only white can be revealed in his eyes and palms. After reading Su Cheng's report, he sighed: "Is he doing sports again?"

Su Cheng's white shirt had turned into a grayish-sized color, and he said in surprise: "No."

"Then why did you send you here?" The captain patted his butt and poured himself a cup of hot tea.

Su Cheng was embarrassed and didn't know what to say, so he could only say: "Everywhere is the same."

"How can it be the same?" Dou Wanshan bulged his eyes, moved his throat, and half a cup of hot tea went down.

Just as Su Cheng was giggling, someone came to me outside. Dou Wanshan immediately put down his cup and said, "The work has started, Xiao Su is here too. You can learn from me."

The two oil production teams manage hundreds of oil wells and five cars, which are back and forth between the mines. In addition to injecting water and oil production, there are also special teams responsible for maintaining the oil well equipment.

Compared with the former, the latter has a significantly heavier responsibility because oil production is a relatively fixed working method. Once there is a problem with the oil well, the word "emergency repair" must be used. In Dou Wanshan's words: "If you spend less one day, you will need to reduce oil by dozens of tons."

Therefore, as the captain, Dou Wanshan, in addition to supervising daily oil production work, also had to run around various routes.

The Jiefang Automobile produced in the 1970s was shaking and shaking, and it took an hour to get there.

Dou Wanshan led the workers out of the car, and even before he could rest, he assigned tasks, tidy up his clothes, and went downstairs to inspect the mines.

Su Cheng shrugged helplessly, and he looked around the kowtow machine. It had a long pole several meters above the ground. Under the action of electricity, the long pole was pulled upwards and then fell down, just like a kowtow. As soon as he kowtowed and raised his head, oil from one or two thousand meters deep underground was lifted to the ground, and then transported to the designated location through underground pipelines.

This ancient beam oil pump is the grandfather of mechanical oil pumping machines, but until the 21st century, there were still oil fields using it, and the oil wells contracted by private owners were used more. Although from an academic perspective, the old kowtowers have various shortcomings, in oil fields with harsh environments, this oil pumping machine with only four main components has the advantages of simple structure and easy maintenance. It can be used in three to five months of training for workers, and it can be said to be skilled in two years, with extremely low cost and little initial investment.

While corresponding to the knowledge in the book, Su Cheng recalled the scenes during his internship. Because he wanted to stay in the oil company, he spent half a year in the oil field. He had learned a lot of things from the master who served the good smoke and wine.

The workers on the same team were busy. Su Cheng shook his head and picked up a wrench and tightened the screws for the slightly loose base of the oil pump.

"What are you doing!" Lao Wu, the repairman beside him, suddenly roared.

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Chapter completed!