There is no sunlight in the early morning, and in its place there is light snow. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info This kind of weather does not delay the exploitation of the oil field, the day before the Ming has arranged, now all the usable oil wells newly extracted oil is transported to the oil storage tank, and after the negotiation with the oil pipeline company will start to pump oil to the official road.

No matter how much promises are made, they are not as practical as banknotes, and Daming and Pugachev discussed very well, and tried to use dollars as a means of payment in the future. With the stimulus of money, those workers who arrive late and leave early are willing to come to the oil field early in the morning.

The brother and sister, who live in the workers' dormitory in the oil fields, did not feel any discomfort, and Pugachev stayed here as well. As for why the dormitory was chosen instead of the hostel, it was also for safety reasons, after all, to minimize the danger.

"Maybe it's not as bad as they think, aren't all the Maozi we've met over the past so long a good person?" Crushed carambola to make the bed.

"As the saying goes, the poor are treacherous, the rich have a good conscience, and Russia is not as peaceful as we think." Da Ming sat at his desk, and he fiddled not with a document but with a gun, a TT-33 pistol, and in China it was copied as the May Fourth style, the so-called Black Five Star. The firearm was cared for for a long time, and this gun has been his standard equipment ever since.

In Russia, where the wealthy are allowed to legally own guns, local oligarchs often cover the sky with one hand, and some serious violence can often be remedied by monetary means. But Da Ming is by no means the kind of person who picks quarrels and provokes trouble, this gun was given by Sasha to protect himself and others, and deterrence is more important than shooting.

For breakfast, the brother and sister ate about the same as the workers, because the funds were injected into the oil field and the dishes in the canteen were abundant. A few pieces of bread, a few sausages, and a bowl of beetroot soup, such a simple meal is the main meal of the brother and sister. Living in Russia for a long time, Chu Hua is the most suitable for the local food, and this time the two children want to go out for a walk to see that he is also responsible for the close surrounding, and this time he also wore a pistol.

However, only walking to the gate of the oil field, the star fruit deeply felt that the encirclement was huge.

Sasha smiled slightly, his 1.9-meter-tall man was still carrying a rifle, and this uniform looked like a Russian soldier from a distance. The security is too strong, as if this is going to the battlefield, and it is said that it is okay to walk comfortably, but it is still closely supervised.

"Don't sigh, it's a mess here, we need to protect ourselves. Seriously, without their protection, we would be two fat sheep. Da Ming teased and pulled his sister and walked straight out.

On the new day, the workers continued to be busy, and Pugachev had to go with Petrov to the relevant departments. The handover of the company could be time-consuming, unless he came up with a sum of money to feed the puppies, which he estimated would last a few days. The brother and sister were helpless, unless the oil field was completely owned by their own, such a large-scale expansion and repair could be carried out.

Step out of the walls of the oil field and follow the bumpy concrete road into this tiny city. There are no particularly tall buildings here, but there seem to be a lot of six- or seven-story buildings, but under the keen vision of star fruit, many of them seem to reflect a completely miserable scene, and a large number of houses have been abandoned.

"It is said that more than 100,000 people lived here, but they must have moved back in the direction of Moscow." Chu Hua said casually.

The sky was gray and there were tiny ice crystals falling, and the climate was cold, and my sister was very bloated. "Why are the residents moving back to Moscow, this is their home. They just left home? Da Ming asked curiously, he was too curious, there were some well-decorated houses on both sides of the road, but now they were stared at the wooden planks, and there were dead vines on the walls.

"No matter what, people still have to survive, why should they stay here after they lose their jobs, and there is no hope for them to survive here." Sasha chimed in.

Speaking of lingering, the words of this veteran old man are the most to the point, the city is gloomy, and the residents here rarely have happy expressions. The roads here are well-developed but the business is average, and the few itinerant vendors sell grilled sausages, and some children sell souvenirs such as the common nesting dolls.

In the city's square, which should have been the liveliest spot, there are still Soviet-era sickles and hammer carvings, as well as a huge statue of Lenin. However, beneath the statue sat a large number of people who looked like brown bears. There are also a few drunks carrying wine bottles on the benches in the square, and on such a cold day, if they don't occasionally turn over, it is easy to think of death.

Yes, the city that arose from oil extraction is dying little by little. It's not that the oil has run out, it's that the whole country has suffered a major devastation, and the country has suffered the most painful economic blow.

"Be careful now, my brother and I will protect you," Sasha said warily, already noticing that some people were watching him.

As soon as he said this, Da Ming subconsciously silently wore a belt, and what was pinned to this coat was a gun.

"Relax, brother, there will be no bandits to make a big incident in broad daylight like this."

Star fruit tugged at his arm and continued to walk forward casually. It's really twilight in the town, and star fruit actually sees some scenes that can only be seen in apocalyptic movies. A few people sat in front of the gasoline barrel, which was probably burning crude oil, and the flames were emitting black smoke from the oil barrel, and they were heating themselves like this.

The narrow path seemed to be a potential enemy, and they looked at the group with complicated eyes. looked at the star fruit uncomfortably for a while, Sasha subconsciously unloaded the gun, and the few people quickly looked away. "Maybe we shouldn't be walking on the path, let's hurry back to the road." Sasha urged.

Carambola thought to herself, it would not be good if she was ambushed by some violent elements here, she really didn't believe that the police here would do their duty.

Ahead, however, she saw an old figure, a woman who was dragging something.

"Brother, let's take a look forward."

Da Ming still agreed, and an old woman must not be a threat, but Sasha and the others still held guns in the back to take first-level alert.

The old woman was dressed in a black Niko coat, and she also wore a high hat, which was very incongruous with her figure.

"Old woman, what are you carrying?"

Perhaps it was the star fruit's presumptuous inquiry that frightened her, and the old woman shrank back, the sackcloth bag loosened, and several beer bottles rolled out. It goes without saying that this old man is a waste picker.

The old man stared at her for a few seconds, and the clear eyes of the star fruit were enough to prove that she was a stranger. "Alas, my husband is dead, my son has abandoned me, what else can I do, what can I do now, what can I do with a meager pension now."

The old man sat on the stone steps on the side of the road with the support of star fruit, and silently told her story. As with many Russians, the country is most vulnerable to the poor, especially those living in Siberia and the Far East. If the inhabitants of Tuva can graze freely and at least eat and drink without worry, the inhabitants here face great pressure to survive every day, so a large number of residents have poured into Moscow.

This kind of thing is not only happening in Kutabitka on the banks of the Topol River, in the vast land of Russia, a large number of cities are being abandoned, and at the moment quite a few cities are empty, like a scene from a post-apocalyptic movie. People did not die, they flocked to Moscow, Smolensk, Yekaterinburg and St. Petersburg. Young people can only survive in big cities, and very few can still stand in small places.

Many old people can only stay in their hometowns, and this old lady is like this, and some of her clothes to protect her from the cold are her deceased husband. After the collapse of the Soviet Union, life was difficult, her life was a mess, and her husband never woke up after a drunken life.

Maybe alcohol made the old man no longer have to endure poverty, is alcohol sinful? But a large number of people in the city are still there for a long time, and they binge drink vodka and pay for a drunk, and when they are drunk, they can recall the good old days.

"My story is over, distant boy, can you tell your story?"

The brother and sister were in a heavy mood, and the two had to look at the problem more from a business perspective, but in the face of this old man, the brother and sister had compassion. Without the old man's knowledge, Da Ming stuffed a ruble in her pocket.

The old man boasted that he was only 62 years old, but his old face looked like he was 70 years old.

"We are from Tuva, we are digging for oil here. And I'm Chinese, and we're here for business. "Carambola speaks very well, especially when it speaks Russian, with a little tongue like a canary. These words warmed the old man's heart, of course she knew China, which did not suffer the tragic collapse of the Soviet Union.

Sasha coughed, and the brother and sister thought it was time to leave. "I'm sorry that we're leaving, but if you can't find a better job, you can go to the No. 3 oil field of Petrovoil, and maybe you can do a job of baking bread. At that time, you say to the doorman that Besika invited you. ”

The group continued to leave, and Da Ming was a little unhappy with the sudden decision of star fruit. "You're so kind, maybe you feel sad, but we can't save the whole city."

Carambola sticks out its tongue, anyway, there are not enough people in the kitchen at present, and it is not a big problem to recruit a few more aunts.

It looks like the city has a lot of ex-oil workers who have become beggars or other petty workers. The next step is to start large-scale recruitment when all the handover procedures are completed. Carambola is confident that Tuva National Oil could create many jobs and the city might be able to thrive again.

But she couldn't be idle for a few days of grinding and chirping during the handover, and she saw that Petrov's factory even had distillation towers, so let's just refine some oil first.