Cheng Qi saw that she didn't want to go out, so he wanted to go out by himself: "If you don't go out, I'll go out." ”

The girl was in a hurry, and she really stood in front of him. Cheng Qi was also helpless: "Girl, it's the middle of the night, I'm going to call someone, you are rude." ”

The girl had never seen this routine, and she didn't know what to say for a while. Cheng Qi wanted to leave, but he was afraid that this was a thief, and when he came back, he would become a poor ghost.

The two of them just stared at each other with such big eyes, you look at me and I look at you. After half a ring, the girl was also heartbroken, and began to undress herself. Where did Cheng Qi, a young man with strong blood, see this.

The next morning, the weather was getting better.

When Huang Yang pushed open Cheng Qi's door and called him to eat breakfast, he found that someone was changing clothes under the service of a strange "maid".

"When did you get an extra maid?" Huang Yang was a little confused: "Didn't you say that no one would bring anyone out this time?" ”

Cheng Qi blushed and told the good things that happened last night, and Huang Yang was a little indignant: Why don't you come to my room, girl? I'm right next door!

Cheng Qi knew that he was thinking too much when he looked at his filthy little brain. Busy said: "I was innocent with Yun'er last night, and I didn't do anything." ”

"Oh......" Huang Yang's expression said it all. Cheng Qi can only spread his hands, believe it or not, anyway, he feels worthy of Zhang Yan...... It was always the softest part of his heart.

After going out to meet with the army, Cheng Qi had to do it again, but fortunately, Ma Zhan and Yuan Xue, two international friends, were Gao Fengliangjie, and their ideological realm was far better than that of Huang Yang's. Yuan Xue pulled the girl named Yun'er over to speak, and Ma Zhan also gave Cheng Qi a thumbs up; "Brother, benevolence!"

What else can Cheng Qi say? can only shout; "Let's go, I'll invite everyone to drink vermicelli soup."

Huainan beef soup, selected yellow beef, with sweet potato vermicelli, plus fragrant spicy seeds, is simply the most beautiful - it's a pity that the boss has to boast that his craft is a six-hundred-year-old single transmission, and the personal soldiers of General Guo Ziyi in the Tang Dynasty. Cheng Qi, who loves more seriously, is about to say one, two, three, four: "First of all, this beef was protected by the state in the Tang Dynasty, and slaughtering it without permission is punishable, how can it be possible to kill one head a day to make vermicelli soup?" Second, the sweet potatoes used to make vermicelli and the chili peppers used to make spicy seeds are both products of Dadongzhou, and the Tang Dynasty has not yet discovered that Dadongzhou naturally has no fans, and there are ......"

The boss blacked down and charged them twice as much, and then kicked out the group of bad guys.

Walking around the street with little scenery to see, everyone listened to Xiao Yun tell the story of her family:

Two generations ago, her family was still an ordinary peasant, renting the landlord's land, and living a tight life. Her grandfather was the first generation in the village to ever see a train.

The train brought in all kinds of machines, and also chiseled through the sleeping mountains, digging out the heavy Ugin - coal. One by one, the small coal kilns mined by the local method were closed down, while industrial coal mines were built one after another.

Xiao Yun's father no longer works in the fields, and he has been following his father down the mine since he was thirteen years old. When Xiao Yun's father was nineteen years old, his father was crushed to death by a coal truck in the mine, and such a bad luck befell him sixteen years later.

Xiao Yun's father broke his foot by a coal truck in the summer of this year, and now he is a cripple. In order to pick up this life for him, Xiao Yun had to take this not very glorious road.

And her younger brother, who is only 11 years old this year, has also put on his father's miner's uniform and began to dig day and night in the coal mine dozens of feet deep. Poor little children, they have not seen the sun for three whole months: every day before dawn they have to go down the mine, and only when the stars come out can they struggle to climb out of the ground, glad that they were not crushed to death by the derailed minecart, not by the ubiquitous gas, not by the sudden rush of groundwater......

Outside the city of Shouju stands tall chimneys and reactors. Xiao Yun told them that it was a coal chemical factory run by Master Fei, which could turn black coal into all kinds of magical things, and the young people in the village wanted to work there.

Cheng Qi even saw huge power lines and substations, with high-voltage power lines jumping from factory to factory. It was the first time he had seen this familiar steel giant since he came to this world.

"Oh my God, what is this? The mythical Kuafu? Huang Yang also noticed the neatly arranged steel tower: "What is this?" I haven't seen it in Bianjing. ”

Fortunately, Ma Zhan is well-informed: "This should be a transmission line, which is used to transmit high-voltage electricity." ”

"High voltage? What's the use? ”

Ma Zhan shook his head slightly; "I don't know, but I've heard that it has a great industrial use. I have a friend who is a chemist, and he says that electricity is the best assistant for a chemist. Maybe the industry here also needs electricity. ”

"Let's take us to your house first." Yuan Xue said softly; "There should be a power plant here, right?"

Cheng Qi's heart moved: Coal ...... Thermal power station ...... He certainly knows what electricity means for industry, especially for the chemical industry. Although Xiao Yun couldn't tell what secrets were hidden in Master Fei's coal chemical complexes, he looked at the metal tanks and steel pipes that were huge even if they were very far away, and he already had a small plan for the future.

Xiao Yun's home is in a dilapidated shanty town not far from the city. It's — no, it's hell. It is crowded and emits all kinds of unpleasant smells, there is no treated sewage flowing on the surface at all, there are little girls squatting on the street, and the big yellow dog at the door is salivating and waiting for the products of the little master's excretion, the people here are all black and broken, if it is not winter, Cheng Qi thinks that the smell here is estimated to make people seriously ill.

Wounded miners in the coal mines, wounded workers in the factories, and peasants who had lost their land but had no means of making a living, all gathered in this narrow area outside the city, where they wailed and whimpered, waiting for the Bodhisattva's final mercy.

Xiao Yun led the road with ease, but the distinguished guests behind made a difficulty. Huang Yang didn't want to step on his newly bought boots in this place, and he didn't know anything. But Ma Zhan and Yuan Xue followed without changing their faces, and several Song hosts had no choice but to grit their teeth and pinch their noses to follow.

Xiao Yun's home is not so much a home as a shed. Cheng Qi estimated at the door, at most ten square meters.

The shed was made of planks, and the roof was covered with something of unknown color - what seemed to be a kind of thatch and a few pieces of asphalt felt cloth. Xiao Yun pushed open the door - well, it's actually two planks - Cheng Qi glanced at it from a distance and didn't plan to go in. He said; "It's small inside, so I won't go in."

It just so happened that Huang Yang and Guo Shan also planned this, and only Yuan Xue accompanied Xiao Yun into alone.

Cheng Qi looked around, they seemed to have attracted a lot of surrounding "neighbors", they all gathered over, looking at their eager eyes, Cheng Qi had a bad feeling of being surrounded by hungry wolves.

"It's all poor here, and if you want to help them, it's not enough to sell us." Cheng Qi lowered his voice and said to Huang Yang: "Do you have any high opinions?" ”

"Ask me?" Huang Yang glanced around: "I can only think of four words; The wind is tight, and it is! ”

But it was too late to say that they had run away, and they had to stand awkwardly in the doorway, staring at the poor poor people.