Oe slept in the car, his limbs were a little sore, but he was extremely happy. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info woke up to the dawn of day. Dajiang got out of the car, greedily took a few breaths of fresh air, trotted all the way, and rushed to the well again.

Xiao Lei and Lao Xue were leaning on the edge of the well and chatting excitedly, and two or three police officers were busy cleaning up the muck that had been transported. Seeing Da Jiang coming, Lao Xue got up with a smile and asked, "Da Jiang, how is it?"

"It's okay, it's okay, what's wrong with my physique, how is it going?"

"It's much faster without you wrapping us up. Old Xue laughed and handed Dajiang a bottle of mineral water and a set of steaming pancakes. Then he said: "The gravel and muck are almost cleared, you see that we now have work, logistics services, and those who seize the time to rest, and the division of labor and cooperation is better than the mess when we first came, right?"

Xiao Lei also stood up, opened the hardcover book he carried, and told Da Jiang that after he went down the mine, he made some adjustments to the underground construction, one is to strictly follow the fifteen-minute shift, after all, the smoke and dust below are larger, and there is still some lack of oxygen, and people have been working underground for a long time, which not only greatly increases the danger, but also has low efficiency. On the other hand, the main thing is to clean up the large pieces of gravel first, fill the plastic bucket and then fill it with dust, and at the same time, the stainless steel bucket has been modified, although it only increases the height of the fence by 20 centimeters, but it can transport twice as much muck at a time. The safety rope Xiaolei has also been transformed, and two safety rings have been screwed into the well wall, and the safety rope is separated from the hinge, so that there is basically no need to worry about the threat of collapse to the construction personnel when the winch transports the muck.

Da Jiang nodded, he had to admit that Xiao Lei's methods were more rigorous and efficient.

Xiao Lei flipped to a sketch he had drawn and said to Da Jiang: "Xiao Zhao mentioned before that he felt that the accumulation under the well was not exactly the bluestone that collapsed from the wall of the well, and someone may have dumped some construction waste from the well. ”

"Underground?" Dae was still a little confused in his mind, and he didn't turn a corner for a while.

Xiao Lei pointed to the sketch and explained: "Team Jiang, the door-like crack you saw before the collapse of the well, and the rectangular shadow, I carefully investigated, your judgment is right, it is an artificially dug passage, one meter five high, eighty centimeters wide, looking at the way of digging, it should be built at the same time as the well is repaired." Later, it collapsed, but it was not completely blocked, and the rectangular shadow was supposed to be a gap. The crack was constantly enlarged, forming its current dimensions, 23 centimeters high and 44 centimeters wide. But if it is widened and heightened, it is very dangerous, the stone roof above the roadway has collapsed, there is no support, and the soil layer is too soft, and it is easy to be hidden in. ”

"It seems that the person who dug this stone crack is very proficient in engineering construction, how is our progress now?" Dae nodded and continued to ask.

"Far more than proficient can be described, it's simply bizarre, Jiang team, you think, for decades, the brewery plant has been manned, if you go down from the wellhead, carry out construction, even if you don't transport the muck out, just pile up, then you also need to install some equipment on the well, this amount of work, not in a short period of time can be completed, how can the workers in the factory have not found out? So I always feel that it is digging out from the inside. ”

"Also, whether it is the oval hole on the pile at the bottom of the well, or the rectangular gap on the blocked passage, the traces of artificial excavation are obvious, the passage has been pushed into it by three meters, the vertical height of the accumulation at the bottom of the well is more than ten meters, such a long distance, such a small space, people can't enter, how is it done?" Xiao Lei shook his head as he spoke, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and helped Dajiang light it.

"Xiao Lei, I know what you want to say, isn't Lao Luo's autopsy report? Maybe this is the only reasonable explanation, but if we don't open the passage and figure out where this well is connected, and get first-hand physical evidence below, all this is still speculation. Da Jiang took a deep breath, and then said: "Xiao Lei, we are now digging three meters into it, I always feel that it will be dug through soon, it is a man who digs the tunnel, not a god, and it is likely that a person did it, the length of the collapsed alleyway is familiar to him, it is too long, he will definitely not choose to use this method." ”

But the fact quickly slapped Dajiang in the face, and when he was three shots on the day, he had already dug almost seven meters, and there was still no sign of digging through, and the long gap seemed to have no end at all, extending all the way. Xiao Lei went down in shifts twice, and Da Jiang also took the initiative to ask Ying to go down, but everyone blocked him in the name of being unlucky and easy to cause landslides.

Xiao Lei and Da Jiang both remembered that they had an important date with Li Yongshui at noon, so they simply handed over all the things on the scene to Lao Xue and told him that once Secretary Zhang brought someone over, he would call himself, and he would also call himself when the alleyway was dug. Dae took Xiao Lei and left the brewery in a hurry.

At noon, Da Jiang and Xiao Lei came to Siyouju again, and to their surprise, the small restaurant that was usually very lively at this time was very deserted. The front door is covered with a door panel that reads "Today's inventory, temporarily closed." Dae and Xiao Lei looked at each other in surprise, and Xiao Lei stepped forward and knocked lightly on the door twice.

After a while, a small door on the side of the restaurant opened, and Chef Zeng's fat face poked out of the crack in the door and beckoned to the two. After entering the restaurant, Da Jiang and Xiao Lei noticed that in front of the innermost table in the restaurant, in addition to Li Yongshui, there was also an old man with gray temples, looking at his age, he was afraid that he was a few years older than Li Yongshui, but he was wearing a navy blue tunic with meticulous buttons, which seemed very incompatible with the current style.

Li Yongshui got up and invited Da Jiang and Xiao Lei to sit down, and Chef Zeng whispered on the side: "In order to tell the story of the god of wine to the two of you and not let outsiders listen to it, Lao Li forced me to close the restaurant." After saying that, he sighed and sat down next to him.

"Lao Zeng, the loss of lunch money is counted on me, and I can't let you suffer. As soon as Da Jiang's words fell, the strange old man sitting next to Li Yongshui suddenly spoke: "Writer Jiang, if you can write the story of the god of wine and publish it, don't talk about this meal, I will invite you two for ten meals." ”

Da Jiang was stunned for a moment, and he didn't adapt to the old man's straightforward way of speaking, Li Yongshui hurriedly interjected: "Writer Jiang, I haven't introduced you yet, this old brother's name is Du Zihui, the old director of the No. 3 Automobile Factory, the story of the god of wine, he knows more than me, so he invited him." ”

Dajiang and Xiao Lei looked at each other and smiled, it seemed that the story of the god of wine was getting closer and closer to their previous inference, but they just didn't know how amazing this story was.

Compared with the day before, everyone has more honesty and trust between the wine putty. Xiao Lei deliberately brought two bottles of drunkard wine in jars, this wine was in the past, not to mention the price, it was the output, which was destined to be seen by many people.

Open the seal, pull out the cork, and the aroma overflows. The magic of this old wine is that even the aroma seems to be thick, so slowly, constantly coiling between the mouth and nose, as if it is not a gas, but a liquid floating in the air.

One cup of mouth, the lips and teeth are fragrant, and two cups are in the throat, and the body is refreshing. Three glasses of belly, even if you usually have a lot of alcohol, your feet will become soft and fluttering. But today, Li Yongshui touched two cups with everyone, and the third cup was gently spilled on the ground.

"Writer Jiang, Xiao Lei, the story of the soul of the play, I think about it today, my heart is still chuckling, the old man said, the world is unsatisfactory nine times out of ten, I am at this age, and there is nothing I can't let go of, but there is only one thing, while I am not drunk and confused, I will tell you about it. But before the ugly words, Lao Li, I only have one request, in the future, this story can be turned into a book, and you must use your real name in the name of Dionysus. ”

Da Jiang and Xiao Lei nodded solemnly and began to listen to Li Yongshui tell the story of this Dionysian in his characteristic low and depressed tone.

Beijing No. 3 Automobile Factory was established five or five years after liberation. When the factory was first built, there were not many people, and there were more than 100 workers. In the beginning, the factory had no technology, no equipment, and said that it was a car factory, and not even a single bicycle was produced. Li Yongshui was a blacksmith back then, learned some welding techniques, and entered the factory in five or six years and became the deputy director of the assembly workshop, and the director of the workshop is Du Zihui, who is now sitting in danger.

About a year later, the superior transferred a young teacher from the Department of Mechanical Engineering of Tsinghua University to support the production and construction of the factory. This teacher is very unusual, he has stayed abroad, worked in an automobile factory in the United States, and after returning to China, he is also a key talent in school. This young teacher's name is Wu Wenhan, and he wears a pair of deep, black-rimmed glasses with a polite manner.

The intellectuals of that era were very respected by the workers. But soon, Li Yongshui and Du Zihui discovered that Wu Wenhan was still very different from the intellectuals in their cognition. At that time, the higher-ups asked the factory to produce a two-ton agricultural truck within three years to help the communes around Beijing solve the transportation problem.

There are no drawings, no references, and everyone doesn't know how to start. Wu Wenhan got an old-fashioned car out of nowhere, took the workers to disassemble the car one by one, talked about each part, and then reassembled it. In this process, Li Yongshui and Du Zihui figured out what a car is and how it works.

Li Yongshui remembers that when they dismantled the car, it was the hottest time in Beijing, and the assembly workshop was not very ventilated. Wu Wenhan has no relatives, and like the workers, he is nested in a collective dormitory of more than ten square meters. The only difference was that he had boxes of books that he had nowhere to put them, and he needed a workbench for drawing.

Du Zihui applied to the factory leaders and got a small single dormitory for Wu Wenhan at the end of the building, but soon the hut became a classroom for the workers to study in their spare time.

(Heaven and the heavens do not take, but suffer the blame; when the time does not welcome, but suffer from it; heaven and earth have no relatives, always with good people.) The way of heaven is constant, not for Yao, not for ruin, for the sake of death; in the house of accumulating goodness, there will be afterglow; in the house of accumulating evil, there will be aftermath. If you choke on it, you won't eat the grain, and if you stumble, you won't be able to eat it. The heart is like the heaven and the earth, and the line is like the chapter of the rope and ink. Those who are high and big are from the high, and those who are small are fierce; those who are suspicious are not guilty, and those who are suspicious are not able to do anything; silverfish serve pillars and beams, and gnats and flies take cattle and sheep. --"Saying the Garden")