In the summer of 1988, nearly 300 graduates of seven petroleum institutes went to the Tarim exploration area to participate in the Battle of Tarim.

All of these students took the initiative to apply for registration.

One of the graduates wrote in his application: "After listening to Zhao Yuemin's report, I realized that people who do not pursue ideals, even if they have superior material living conditions, cannot taste the sweetness of life. People with ideals, even in a very difficult environment, can also experience the infinite joy brought by struggle. ”

This first batch of graduates was assigned to various departments of drilling, exploration and oil production. For this group of enthusiastic young people, Zhao Yuemin gave great care.

Two months later, the more than 300 students who participated in the battle jointly wrote a long letter to their alma mater, reporting to the alumni about their work, study and life in Tarim, and calling on the students of their alma mater to come to the Tarim Oilfield to realize their ideals.

This letter has aroused strong repercussions in seven colleges and universities, and many students have submitted applications to visit the Tarim Oilfield.

The three good students, student party members, and student cadres came to the Tarim Oilfield one after another to join the battle army.

Not only that, Zhao Yuemin received news that the Writers' Association was very interested in the construction of the Tarim Oilfield and sent several writers to collect style.

The 80s were the golden age of the development of Chinese literature. With the opening of the country, various modern Western cultural trends have flocked to the country, which has greatly stimulated the desire of Chinese people to seek knowledge. In line with the trend of the times, China's book publishing industry gradually embarked on the fast lane, reaching its peak in 1985 with a total print run of 6.6 billion copies, the highest level since the founding of the People's Republic of China.

Everyone in the literary world is endless, and all kinds of works are blooming.

Three days later, the car, carrying several writers, arrived at the base.

"Teacher Jia, hello." Zhao Yuemin recognized it at a glance, and the one at the front of the team was the famous writer Jia Ping. Several of his novellas have caused a sensation in the literary world of the time.

Jia Ping's mental state was obviously a little poor, and he shook hands with Zhao Yuemin in a hurry, which was regarded as a courtesy salute.

"Teacher Jia, didn't you sleep well last night?" Zhao Yuemin asked.

"Recently, I've been working on a work, and I often stay up late." Jia Ping said with dark circles under his eyes.

"Teacher Najia, let's get you excited?" Zhao Yuemin said with a smile.

Jia Ping looked up at Zhao Yuemin and found that this young cadre had a different kind of liveliness.

"You gay man, why do you excite me?" Jia Ping smiled, intending to quarrel with Zhao Yuemin.

"Gay man, can't you get excited?" Zhao Yuemin liked Jia Ping's straightforwardness very much, and asked rhetorically, "I want you to have a wonderful experience." ”

Azgul and a few waitresses next to her all turned crimson as they watched the conversation between the famous writer and the famous entrepreneur with color.

Man, how can it all be like this?

Zhao Yuemin took Jia Ping to the desert parking lot. Large desert transporters of various models are lined up in a row, which is quite spectacular.

Looking at the giant transport truck in the sea of sand, Jia Ping looked into the distance and said to Xiao Dekai next to him: "Comrade Xiao Dekai, you are here all the year round, looking at the desert sunrise, what do you think?" ”

Xiao Dekai held a cigarette in his mouth and responded: "Teacher Jia, you are a cultural person. I responded to my feelings when I saw this with an old poem - there is no damn bird! ”

Xiao Dekai's rough words also made Jia Ping laugh.

"Comrade Xiao, vulgar language is also the most intuitive feeling of the working people."

"Teacher Jia, you can also tell me how you feel."

Jia Ping looked into the distance and said, "The sun of Kunlun Mountain creates all things, so I don't believe that the Taklamakan only has death and no life. Could it be that there are no surging oil seas and rolling coal mountains in the depths of the Gobi Desert? ”

"Teacher Jia, you said it so well. Sure enough, the writer's eloquence is different. Zhao Yuemin said with a smile, "Do you want to make you more excited and take the largest desert car, Mercedes-Benz's Umonique?" ”

"Sit on it, I promise to make you, Teacher Jia...... No, it's happy......" Xiao Dekai added.

"Okay, then I'll...... No, I'll be happy......" Japin strode towards the Umonik transporter.

The Mercedes-Benz Umonique carrier truck has a very high chassis, and the whole vehicle is three meters high. Jia Ping is not tall, and it is a little difficult to step on the steps in front of the door, Zhao Yuemin and Xiao Dekai, the two of them pushed hard below, and the driver pulled on top to pull him into the passenger seat.

"Forget it, Lao Zhang, come down, I'll drive." Zhao Yuemin shouted at the driver.

Then, he and Xiao Dekai both entered the cab.

"Teacher Jia, you are seated." As soon as Zhao Yuemin stepped on the accelerator, Umonik galloped up in the sea of sand.

A loud roar stirred up Japin's eardrums, and the entire transport truck tossed in the desert, the heat of the sand sea pounding the window.

"Jia--Lao-Shi, do you still want to sleep?" With a huge roar, Zhao Yuemin roared while driving the steering wheel.

Jia Ping opened his mouth:

"I want to- vomit ......"

That night, Zhao Yuemin arranged for college students who were struggling on the front line to communicate with Jia Ping. Jia Ping seemed to be concerned about the college students, asking why they didn't stay in the big cities, not in the coastal areas.

Those simple college students, in the face of Jia Ping's question, just laughed at themselves and talked about some work troubles - who held a wedding in the desert and ate a mouthful of ashes. Who went out to get out of the car, but the car broke down halfway, fainted in front of the car hungry and thirsty, and only found a bottle of mineral water under the car when he was rescued.

Jia Ping looked at these young faces, felt a lot of emotion in his heart, and said: "Seeing these young comrades, I feel a new vitality. In today's society, some people play the role of corruption, some people play the role of drunken dreams, and some people play the role of malaise. Only the oil man plays his heroic role. ”

"It's the turn of the hero, Mr. Jia, you have to interview our leader, Mr. Zhao." A college student pointed at Zhao Yuemin and said, "We are all pawns." Only Mr. Zhao is a strategist. ”

Zhao Yuemin scolded with a smile: "You college students, you have just come to the Tarim Oilfield, and you haven't learned anything else, but you have learned to make sycophants." ”

"No, no, they're right." Jia Ping said seriously, "Comrade Yuemin, I am going to use you as a prototype to create an image of a young cadre in the oil field, write a novella, and expect to publish it in "Harvest". ”

"Posted on Harvest?" Zhao Yuemin was a little happy in his heart, "Harvest" is the largest circulation and the most authoritative literary journal in China.

At that time, his story will be a household name.

"Are you going to tell the story of an oil cadre participating in a battle?" Zhao Yuemin said happily.

"What's the point of that?" Jia Ping shook his head and said, "We are authors, and we want to dig into emotions and human nature. ”

"Yuemin......" Jia Ping said seriously, "The main plot of the story, I decided to start with the love triangle between you and your wife, and the current secretary Azgul......"