On the second day, Zhao Yuemin got up early in the morning, had breakfast, and went out to report to the headquarters.

At that time, there were not many bus lines, but fortunately, the headquarters was built next to the Shaohu Town Government, not far from home. Zhao Yuemin wandered along the road and saw many buildings that he had never seen rising from the ground.

The oil field, like any state-owned enterprise, relocates to a certain place, and a three-dimensional small society will be established. Hospitals, schools, and cinemas should have. In front of Zhao Yuemin's red brick house, Jiangbei Oilfield No. 1 Middle School has begun construction.

The Petroleum Headquarters is a six-storey building complex that stands in the center of Shaohu Town, much taller than the town government, and looks magnificent.

At the gate of the compound, there are armed police guards, and those who come in and out are all oilfield workers from all over the country who speak Mandarin. The local Jiangbei dialect of Shaohu Town is rarely heard here. If you are a newcomer, you will think that you have arrived in Beijing.

Zhao Yuemin went to the personnel department to report, received a certificate uniform and a helmet, and then participated in the battle mobilization meeting organized by the headquarters.

Behind the headquarters, a square the size of a football field was set up, and all the oilfield workers stood in line as if they were out of the field, and thousands of people were pressed in black, and various departments such as the drilling department, the exploration department, the oil production department, the logistics department, and the transportation department were all gathered together. Uniforms of all colors and helmets of different colors adorn the lawn like flowers of all colors.

On the rostrum, Su Guoliang, director of the Jiangbei Petroleum Exploration Bureau, Gao Zhiguo, director of the headquarters office, and other bureau leaders were seated one after another.

Above the rostrum, there is a huge portrait of **, and two lines of slogans fall on both sides:

"Hold high the banner of ideology and win the big oil field!"

"How quickly and efficiently to build China's oil industry!"

At this time, the snow was all over the sky, the cold wind was howling, and the national flag on the square was fluttering over the curly edges.

Su Guoliang, who was in the center of the rostrum, coughed heavily, his face was a little pale, obviously sick. He patted the microphone and opened his mouth to say:

"Comrades, this battle is not easy to fight, and the task is arduous." Su Guoliang put on a Zhongshan suit, stood up and said, "Jiangbei Oilfield is located in the water town of Jiangnan, the lower reaches of the Yangtze River and the Huai River. Here, the surface water network is dense and the geology is complex, which has caused us a lot of trouble for exploration and drilling wells. ”

"But...... I still believe in one saying - there are always more solutions than difficulties. The CPC Central Committee is very concerned about the development of our Jiangbei oil field. Many fraternal units are also watching whether our Jiangbei Oilfield can fight well in this first year's battle. Su Guoliang coughed a few times and said, "Don't tell you anything, the bureau leaders of several brother oilfields joked with me that Jiangbei Province is a water town after all, and it may be a poor oil field. ”

As soon as these words came out, there began to be a slight commotion among the workers in the square.

"These are my old comrades-in-arms in the Ministry of Oil...... Su Guoliang continued, "Do you know how I answered? ”

Su Guoliang paused, looked at the crowd in the square, and shouted:

"I just said two words - fart!"

The workers in the square burst into laughter.

"I discussed and studied with the expert group and believed that this Jiangbei oilfield is definitely not an oil-poor oilfield. Abundant oil and gas seedlings have been found underground in nearby Caozhuang and Xujiazhuang. Su Guoliang raised his voice and said, "Do you have the confidence to win thirty standard wells in the first stage of the battle?" ”

"Yes!" The workers in the square responded in unison.

"It's not loud enough." Su Guoliang took off the tunic he was wearing on his body and walked directly into the snowflake square.

"Su Bureau, your body is important...... Can't you catch a cold......" The young secretary on the side hurriedly held up an umbrella to shield Su Guoliang from the snowflakes falling above his head.

"What do you want that sissy thing for?" Su Guoliang pointed to the umbrella and said in disgust, "Take it off!" ”

The secretary didn't dare to disobey Su Guoliang's order, but there was still a worried look on his face.

Snowflakes flew, falling on the shoulders of the fifty-year-old director of the exploration bureau, and the cold wind howled.

"Comrades, the battle is hard." Su Guoliang coughed twice and said sincerely: "You working class are the representatives of the advanced productive forces and the driving force for the industrial development of the motherland. Everyone remembers that the battle of Jiangbei Petroleum is an important matter. The leaders of the Ministry of Petroleum Industry are paying attention to us. Whether or not the oil industry in the south of the motherland has improved will fall on your shoulders. I am on behalf of the Party Committee of the Bureau, for the Command, thank you. Comrades have worked hard—"

Su Guoliang bowed deeply. His speech was extremely sincere, and the workers of the drilling and oil production teams in the square were even more excited.

The square erupted in unison, which involuntarily resounded in unison:

"Serve the people!"

It was a spontaneous response from the workers. In an era of innocence that has not been impacted by the baptism of the economic tide, it is a great honor to be able to be an oil worker. Every employee in the oilfield has the highest consciousness.

Su Guoliang stood in the middle of the crowd and waved his big hand: "Finally, I wish our Jiangbei Oilfield a successful battle." We are bound to win this battle. Send a ** poem to everyone-"

Su Guoliang straightened up, didn't care about the cold snowflakes floating into his neck, and said with emotion:

"Xiongguan Mandao is really like iron, and now we are stepping forward from the beginning!"

The workers on the square were moved to tears, and even Zhao Yuemin stood in it, affected by the collective, feeling that he had a great responsibility, and he was also so excited that he burst into tears.

In the square, thousands of people chanted in unison:

"Xiongguan Mandao is really like iron, and now we are stepping forward from the beginning!"

"Xiongguan Mandao is really like iron, and now we are stepping forward from the beginning!" The roar of the workers of the Jiangbei Oilfield Headquarters resounded throughout Shaohu Town.

After the mobilization of the battle, there was not much time to stay, Zhao Yuemin was assigned to the second drilling team and went to the well area in Jinshui County to operate.

The work of the well team was very hard, and they were still dressed in clean uniforms when they went out for exercise, and they were covered with mud when they came back.

After a day of operation, the accommodation conditions are also very bad, don't expect to go back to the headquarters 50 kilometers away to sleep, all the drilling personnel directly in the living area next to the derrick.

There are a handful of small adobe-walled bungalows in the living quarters, which are used for meeting rooms and offices, as well as a large area of makeshift tin houses and military tents, where well drillers and other support workers live.

In the iron room where Zhao Yuemin was divided, there were a total of six people. Driller Wang Wei, that is, the team leader, was transferred from the North China Oilfield and has ten years of old experience, and he was accompanied by three workers from the North China Oilfield. In addition to Zhao Yuemin, there is only one Liu Guoguang who is also new to reporting.

Liu Guoguang has a good resume and good composition, he was born in a poor peasant, a college student of workers, peasants and soldiers, and is also one of the few college students assigned to the Jiangbei Oilfield.

Back in the dormitory, the team leader driller Wang Wei chatted happily with a few old subordinates, and the college student Liu Guoguang also chatted happily with Wang Wei and others because of his glorious identity. The only thing is that Zhao Yuemin is ignored.

It's not that Wang Wei and others deliberately snubbed Zhao Yuemin, in this group, Zhao Yuemin was recruited from outside, and his identity is not as prominent as Liu Guoguang, so naturally everyone is not too interested in understanding him. Fortunately, Zhao Yuemin has a good mentality, so it doesn't matter.

The cold wind swished through the cracks in the tin bed. The rooms are also simple wooden beds, thin futons and mattresses.

After dinner, everyone couldn't help but feel cold.

"College student ......" Wang Wei smiled at Liu Guoguang, "You say all day long that knowledge is power, you see what power you have, let us warm up this room?" ”

Liu Guoguang, who was still talking eloquently just now, blushed and said, "Team leader, I'm not a god in the sky......

"Alas, it's freezing this day, and it seems that college students can't save us......" one of the dormitories teased.

"Team leader, I'll try."

Zhao Yuemin, who had been silent, spoke.

"You?" Wang Wei was stunned, he hadn't paid much attention to the young man in this corner.

"Wait for me for a while......"

With that, Zhao Yuemin stood up and walked towards the door......