There were more than twenty bonfires lit in the camp, and the stars in the sky were shining, seeming to echo each other.
Sitting around the campfire eating, there were a group of workers who had just completed half of the material transport. Small parts of the fertilizer plant equipment were piled together, and even the connection work of some pipes had begun. Sacks loaded with cement and dry sand were piled up.
On the other side, workers have also designated an area where they will mix cement tomorrow.
Everyone knows that tomorrow will be a day of hard work. In order to complete the task plan perfectly tomorrow, you may have to work for a while after eating this meal.
Yang Mingzhi, like other workers, held a piece of bread in his left hand and a lunch box in his right hand. The female soldier he selected did not become a cook, which did not affect the taste of this bowl of vegetable soup.
He sat with Liguschkov and Ivanov, concentrating entirely on tomorrow's work.
Liguschkov constructed a blueprint in his mind for the next work. He said sincerely: "According to the work progress, we will first push all the stuffy cans out of the car on the new day. This task is not difficult.
The only difficult part was putting all the parts together, and at that time we had to handle the canisters very carefully."
Yang Mingzhi looked at him with hope: "You will be the protagonist in tomorrow's event. As long as the truck you modified and the crane on it don't go on temporary strike, our work can proceed quickly."
"Of course! I designed this. How can my superiors doubt my strength?" Liguschkov shouted loudly, intending to prove his ability.
"Everything can't always be too perfect!" Ivanov expressed his concerns at the side.
This concern seemed to be deliberately targeted, and Liguschkov immediately became unhappy. Ivanov did have his own reasons for this, which forced Yang Mingzhi to consider Plan No. 2.
"Everyone should not quarrel, let alone oppose each other. I think Ivanov's concerns are correct. When it comes to the fertilizer plant, all of us must be cautious and cautious! If we cannot build the most critical stuffy tank,
, because the deviation of the splicing angle causes air leakage, which may lead to a serious fire!"
No one would interrupt Yang Mingzhi, so he was left to speak.
What Ivanov is worried about is that there is a problem with the crane's lifting equipment. If the boom is broken, a replacement crane must be arrived as soon as possible. The gantry crane in the Blacksmith Village cannot be dismantled, so everyone must think of an alternative plan.
There is no need to think too much about the so-called crane substitute, there are construction materials around this camp.
Yang Mingzhi said cautiously: "This is our plan. There are a lot of white birches in the forest. We will use them as materials to build some brackets. If we make more, we can make a crane."
Liguschkov immediately asked: "Sir! Can birch do it? It is wood after all, how can it compete with metal?"
With a hint of sarcasm, Ivanov glanced at the corner of his mouth: "Of course wood is possible! The skill of many of our fighter jets is wood construction!"
"Wood? Aircraft?" Liguschkov scratched his head, puzzled: "You know our country's aviation industry very well? Yes! Many of the materials used in the I-153 fighter jet before Podovich were indeed
Wood, after he landed here, the new wood was put on the plane and it looked brand new again. But, how old is this? Are you sure that new aircraft still use wood? "
Of course, Ivanov was not discussing aircraft issues with him. As a professor of chemistry, he was somewhat involved in materials science. For the director of the arsenal, his pride as an intellectual was clearly revealed.
"That's fine! Liguschkov, you know nothing about wood! Among the many woods, the best is called black birch. It is three times as hard as oak and four times as hard as white birch.
, eight times that of pine. If comrades in Siberia find black birch trees, they must cut them down and send the wood to aviation factories, because the hardness of these woods allows it to replace metal! It can be used as aircraft wings!"
Yang Mingzhi also knew very little about the problem of wood. He simply knew that the hardness of red pine was average and that of birch. Furthermore, because this area has always been sparsely populated, a large number of red pine trees grew too tall.
To use it, you must first use a woodworking lathe. And the vast white birch is usually not very strong, so it is perfect to use it to build a bracket.
Yang Mingzhi made a final decision: "We will use birch trees. I have ordered Abram to take advantage of the setting sun to set out in the nearby forest. They have chopped a few axes in advance, and we will pull the wood back tomorrow."
Liguschkov already understood what "no knowledge is terrible". When he was debating with a genuine professor from Minsk University, he had no room to reply. If he said bad words again, it would not only be a matter of losing face, but also a problem of losing face.
It will make the superior angry even more.
When he heard that the superior wanted to cut down trees, he had to sigh: "It seems that the superior is still a little worried about my crane."
"That's not the case!" Yang Mingzhi smiled and put down the lunch box, waved his hand and said: "Your crane better be fine! As for these trees, they must be cut down. When the fertilizer plant is built in the future, do you still expect the workers to be honest?
Pitching a tent? Don’t be stupid! We’ll build permanent homes starting tomorrow!”
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After dinner, Yang Mingzhi ordered the workers to work until eight o'clock in the evening.
This dinner was relatively sumptuous, and because two young women were personally involved in the meal (at least that's what I thought), everyone was full of energy.
Although Anna and Azalea have been banned from cooking, they can still help. Yang Mingzhi never planned to raise two lazy people. The two girls went to clean the ingredients for tomorrow's meal and put the soldiers' tableware
Just wash it off and it's no problem.
The chefs who cooked did not object, but said discriminatingly: "Don't hurt your hands."
Yang Mingzhi had nothing to do anymore, so he simply sat in front of his tent, holding a cigarette out of habit.
I don't know since when, he fell in love with this tobacco more and more. A puff of smoke entered his lungs, and no matter how anxious he was, he could immediately feel calm.
The temperature at night is relatively cool. When more than twenty bonfires are burning at the same time, the temperature in this area is far higher than that of the surrounding areas. So many bonfires are lit not only to keep warm, but also to dehumidify. Especially in places where cement sacks are piled up.
There are simply three bonfires burning. It would be ridiculous if this operation can also make the cement damp.
Yang Mingzhi's eyes turned away from the beating flames again and looked directly at the two young female soldiers.
"Anna, Azalea, you two are still too thin. You have suffered too much in the labor camp..."
With appreciation, pity, and other complicated attitudes, Yang Mingzhi looked at their backs quietly. He squatted in front of the big wooden basin to wash the tableware, and then washed the big cooking pot. This work was not troublesome, let alone
Danger.
The two of them can be said to be thin. If they want to become stronger with such a body, the only way is to eat more canned beef. Their physical condition is not good, and their body and mind are strongly stimulated. It is strange that they can accept military training well.
Furthermore, Yang Mingzhi had to be thankful that at least the Soviet Union would not force female soldiers to shave their heads. Otherwise, Anna and Azalea would really go crazy if they no longer had braids.
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So, why do I have to pay special attention to these two women? Is it just because I hold military power and can do whatever I want with a little power? Or is it because they are two pitiful and extremely young women who attract the attention of a normal man like me?
Can't help but protect.
Asking himself, Yang Mingzhi prefers the latter. Maybe men are all lustful, and being surrounded by warblers and swallows is considered the glory of being a man!
"That's true! Just one star fruit can squeeze you dry, and there's Natasha sticking to you behind. Then there are two young ones. You, Yang Mingzhi, are really capable!" He laughed at himself, threw away the cigarette butt, what else could he do?
Yang Mingzhi got into the tent and lay down quietly.