Before the morning fog dissipated, Jiang Xinwei left the Shiqiao Town Post Office on a bicycle with two mail bags hanging on it.

As far as the eye can see, the streets are almost entirely filled with workers on bicycles, with the occasional motorcycle interspersed in the watery bicycle traffic. The owners of these motorcycles are the lucky ones who got rich first, and they enjoy the envious gaze of everyone, and from time to time ostentatiously honk the motorcycle horn "Di-"

Many girls sat sideways on the boy's bicycle hanger, happily holding their boyfriend's waist, whispering to him, or happily laughing and laughing with his companion who was also sitting on a bicycle hanger.

I don't know who in the crowd hummed a song: "Several degrees of wind and rain, several degrees of spring and autumn, wind, frost, snow and rain, and torrents, and ...... of suffering and infatuation"

Soon, many young men and women on the street were humming along to the theme song of the movie.

One of the young boys shouted, "...... , golden shield, cast by blood, show your skills in the place of danger......"

Looking at these people in front of him with monotonous clothes and simple words and deeds, looking at this backward town, Jiang Xinwei, who crossed over last night, had a feeling of dreaming, and it felt very unreal.

In his previous life, he worked as a technical director in a well-known telecommunications equipment company, in order to avoid the patent trap of Europe and the United States and other countries for the newly developed telecommunications equipment, he and his colleagues racked their brains to find a way, after nearly half a year of hard work finally had a little eyebrows, and finally he stayed up for four days and four nights in a row, and wrote a technical report that he thought was perfect before the node specified by the company, but when he submitted the electronic file of the report to the boss, he died of overwork.

God may have taken pity on him for his unfulfilled ambition and let him cross over, but the object of his possession is a little unlucky.

said that this kid named Jiang Xinwei was unlucky because he had not studied at Shuangzhou Normal College for a year, and he was ordered to drop out of school in May this year, and the reason for dropping out was even more speechless:

One Sunday in May, on his way out to be a tutor, he saw a few gangsters openly insulting his fellow seniors on the street, and he was indignant and resolutely took action and engaged in a scuffle with the gangsters. He repelled the thugs, but kicked off the son of one of the thugs while chasing the deserted thugs, and the police ruled that he had defended himself too much, and the school ordered him to drop out of school accordingly.

After being expelled and returning home, because the Jiang family had a good relationship with the family of Zhu Keqi, the director of the local Shiqiao Town Post Office, he was able to become a temporary worker in the post office and became a postman in the Shiqiao Town Post Office under the Fengjia County Post and Telecommunications Bureau, with a monthly salary of 42 yuan!

The area he is responsible for delivering is Mingdong Township, which is located in the east of Shiqiao Township and is under the jurisdiction of the Shiqiao Township Government.

His daily work is to pick up newspapers, periodicals, letters, parcel slips, remittance slips and other deliveries from the sorting room of the post office in the morning, and then ride his bicycle along the road from Shiqiao Town to Mingdong Township to deliver them door to door, and by the way, collect the letters that others are going to send. At noon, they had lunch with the Mingdong Township Government, and in the afternoon, they sent newspapers and mails all the way back to the town along another gravel road, and submitted the new letters collected to the sorting room.

There is not much technical content in delivery, just carefully sort out the order of the delivery before departure, carefully handle the relevant signing procedures, and just take the trouble to deliver each delivery, which is basically enough, so he quickly became familiar with this job.

Unconsciously, his delivery work all morning was only left in the Hongxing Coal Mine located in the deep mountains, as long as the delivery of the Hongxing Coal Mine was delivered, he could come back and rush to the Mingdong Township Government for lunch.

Although the Hongxing Coal Mine is located in Mingdong Township, Shiqiao Town, Fengjia County, Yiyang City, it is a small-scale state-owned coal mine under the direct jurisdiction of the Yiyang Municipal Government, with more than 100 regular employees and almost twice the number of temporary miners of farmers, providing industrial coal and coal for urban residents in Yiyang City and nearby Zi'an City. Unfortunately, because of the poor economic efficiency, not only did the superiors not pay attention to it, but people from outside rarely contacted them, and the entire mining area only had dozens of newspapers and a dozen letters every day, and the postal delivery volume was not as good as that of a middle school in the town.

In case of bad weather such as snow in winter, and there is no urgent mail at hand, the postman can even postpone the delivery by one day on his own initiative, and the people on the other side of the coal mine will not have any opinion.

Today, however, Jiang Xinwei's pouch contained an urgent telegram from the troops, in which he ordered Zhang Xiaojie, a soldier who lives in the Hongxing Coal Mine, to return to the army as soon as he finished visiting his relatives, and the telegram must be delivered by the morning.

As soon as he rode onto the road leading to the coal mine, Jiang Xinwei felt the ground shake, and then there was a dull sound. He looked up in the direction from which the voice came, but saw nothing but the mountains in the distance.

"Grass! This cannon mining movement is too big, aren't you? aren't you afraid of collapsing the mine inside?" Jiang Xinwei muttered secretly, still stepping forward without hurry.

This road is paved with cement, it is the passage of the coal mine to connect the county, the road surface is relatively smooth, from Jiang Xinwei here to the coal mine about ten kilometers away, he only needs more than 40 minutes to run a round trip, which also includes the delivery time.

However, he did not go far before he saw a green jeep speeding towards him, and its horn kept honking screeching, regardless of whether there was anyone on the road, and the pedestrians on the road avoided it.

Seeing this posture, Jiang Xinwei couldn't help but be stunned: "Could it be that the loud noise just now was really an accident in the coal mine?"

Sure enough, the jeep had just disappeared, and a lot of pedestrians and bicycles poured out of the road. Many of them were pale and flustered, and some were crying and running.

Jiang Xinwei scolded himself with a crow's mouth, his feet began to stomp hard, and his right hand kept ringing the car bell. His bike quickly overtook one other person's bike after another. He was worried that the chaos in the coal mine would affect the smooth delivery of the urgent telegram, so he had to hurry over and find the recipient before the rescue in the coal mine was in full swing and the scene was not under martial law.

When he arrived outside the building of the Ministry of Mines, the gate was already surrounded by a crowd of people who had heard the news, and several men, led by a man wearing a red armband, were trying to stop these people from rushing in: "Don't squeeze in! If you squeeze in, it will interfere with the normal order of rescue and delay our time in rescuing the trapped miners! Now the police at the police station are rushing here, and if anyone who does not obey the command and forcibly collides, we will assist the police in arresting you! We understand your feelings, but we ...... them."

Looking at the dense panicked crowd, Jiang Xinwei really didn't want to squeeze in, but he had to move forward.

As he squeezed in, he shouted: "Please let me go ahead, I am from the Post and Telecommunications Bureau! There is an urgent telegram from the troops! Let me ......."

The post office is the stationed agency of the county post and telecommunications bureau, and has no financial and personnel rights, so whether it is called by others or they introduce themselves to the outside world, they all use the two names of "post and telecommunications bureau" or "post and telecommunications bureau", which is very lofty.

In this era, the post and telecommunications industry is respected, although everyone is very panicked and anxious, but they still gave Jiang Xinwei a small way, and some people also shouted for him, shouting that the post and telecommunications bureau is coming, and he wants the people in front to give way.

Soon, he pushed his bicycle to the gate, to the men who were blocking the people from rushing in.

"Stop!" The man with the red armband ran over and stopped in front of Jiang Xinwei and said loudly, "Don't enter!"

"I'm a ...... from the Post and Telecommunications Bureau," Jiang Xinwei hurriedly explained.

"Lao Tzu knows!" The man wearing the red armband was already furious by the crowd, and he was worried about the accident in the coal mine, so he blurted out angrily, "Don't you know what time it is?

Jiang Xinwei knew that the situation was special now, but he was not angry, and patiently explained: "I have an urgent telegram from the army, which must be delivered to Zhang Guohua before noon today. ”

Obviously, the words "troops" and "urgent telegram" played a role, and the man wearing the red armband waved his hand very depressedly after hesitating, and ordered the people blocking the road to let Jiang Xinwei in, but he still yelled: "Hurry up!"

Perhaps feeling that he was too rude just now, he reminded Jiang Xinwei as if he remedied: "The telegram was sent by the unit of the son of the deputy mine manager Zhang Guohua?...... , he is in the chief engineer's office of the Ministry of Mines building, on the third floor!"

Squeezing through the surging crowd and passing through the line blocking the road, Jiang Xinwei entered the compound of the Ministry of Mines. He threw a stack of newspapers and a few letters into the communication room, then rode his bicycle to the five-story mine building. As soon as the bicycle stopped, he quickly pulled out the urgent telegram from the pouch and went upstairs.

When I walked to the third floor and saw the office with the sign of "Chief Engineer's Office", I heard a fierce quarrel inside:

I only heard a middle-aged man say loudly: "If it collapses here, then most of the miners should be trapped in this position." We should dig diagonally down from the mountainside here, where the distance is the shortest...... Two days...... Two days should be enough!"

Hearing the time of "two days", Jiang Xinwei was shocked.

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