The Dalinor base is under construction, and although the Red Police building does not need to be built, there is a need for more facilities and places for Dalinor to live. The number of troops stationed here has been increased to one regiment, and because the Xilingol League is close to Mongolia and there are heavy Soviets in front of it, protecting the base is the first priority, and a reliable defense must be established here.

In addition, because of the large number of important techniques and other materials involved in the past 30 years, some research institutions can only be set up nearby. Groups of sappers and construction workers arrived at Lake Dalinor one after another, and they rushed to the place where the republic needed them with full spirit, armed with tools and driving a liberation card.

As outsiders, they don't need to know what those strange-looking buildings are for, and while marveling at the magical and magnificent huge buildings, a heavy sense of mission drives them to contribute every bit of their own money when the winter has not completely passed.

They built mainly barracks-like facilities for the garrison. Most of the researchers had already entered the main base, but there was actually no such thing as a guest room in the main base building, so they brought in a simple iron-framed folding bed, spread a mattress that was not thick, and rested on the spot. Fortunately, the main base building has perfect central air conditioning, which is very warm, and everyone is quite comfortable.

Qi Yiming, who also changed into a military uniform, couldn't help but walk out of the building, standing in front of the construction site, watching the sappers and workers and masters work. He had seen a lot of house-building work before the crossing, and the Celestial Empire at that time experienced super-large-scale real estate development, and migrant workers entered the city one after another to build high-rise buildings. Until the eve of his own crossing, the huge real estate bubble has made the central government muster all its strength to bring down housing prices.

But today, the people Qi Yiming looks at are not at all the same as the migrant workers thirty years later.

"What are you doing here? The teacher was still looking for you just now! A beautiful figure appeared beside Qi Yiming, she was Academician Zhao's female disciple, not long ago Qi Yiming knew her name, Sun Jingnu.

Since Academician Zhao's Dawn Meter completely turned into a red alert construction, Academician Zhao had to stop his efforts to find parallel planes, and instead devoted himself to the collation of some key scientific data. Since he himself is an interdisciplinary scholar and an insider, it is only fitting that he should lead this work.

Although Qi Yiming taught Academician Zhao how to "go online", there are still quite a few problems that Academician Zhao will ask Qi Yiming to help solve, from some specific technical problems to the most important super plan to set up China's own World Wide Web in the next stage, Academician Zhao will not go to Liao Huairen and other bureaucrats, but find Qi Yiming who can rely on the base to provide resources.

Qi Yiming smiled at Sun Jingnu and said, "I like it here, it makes people feel very satisfied." ”

Sun Jingnu frowned and said, "Why, watching others work and being idle, I feel very satisfied?" How can you be a virtuous person with those capitalists? ”

Qi Yiming grinned, shook his head and said, "Of course not, in fact, seriously, I really want to go down and do it with the masters." There is an aura in everyone, and this aura has been almost lost in the era in which I lived, although the country is richer and stronger thirty years later, but some things have been lost, which is a pity. ”

Sun Jingnu didn't understand what kind of plane Qi Yiming was doing, and said: "You are quite a poet, sad and sad." This sentence is translated into the words thirty years later, "You are quite literate, pretending to be forced!" ”

Qi Yiming didn't explain, and said to her, "You listen to what everyone is saying." ”

Although the tools were clanging and the sound of all kinds of labor was loud, the movement of a few workers could still be heard here.

"Lao Xu, it's almost the Spring Festival, this project has just started, and there will definitely be no going back."

"No way, we are a brick of socialism, where the country needs it, we have to move it, this year it is said that we took this job, this unit will give us benefits, one person at least one pork leg, my three boys are growing their bodies, when they are hungry for meat, do a good job, the rabbit cub can eat more meat, he is also willing."

"Ha Lu Ha!"

Someone on the other end was talking again.

"Brother Liu, look at those buildings, they are all like a hill, and there are no hundreds of thousands of catties of steel made of such a shell outside, what is it for!"

"Who knows, don't ask nonsense, but I heard that there are big scientists working in it, and I made two bombs and one star in such a desolate place before, so I guess I am also working on some kind of weapon."

"It's good to get weapons, make something more powerful than the atomic bomb, and fight the US imperialist Soviet repair!"

Not far away, next to the truck unloading cement, Lieutenant Colonel Yang Youguang, the leader of the engineering unit, solemnly told his soldiers: "Comrades, this task entrusted to us by our superiors is arduous, but it is also glorious. This is a moment to test the loyalty of each and every one of our comrades, and all companies must pay attention to the discipline of secrecy, and they must work hard to complete all the projects before March, especially the highway leading from here to Chifeng, which is the most important thing in all the projects. The state has entrusted us with heavy responsibilities, and we absolutely cannot let the party and the people down! ”

"Yes, Captain!"

At this time, Sun Jingnu still didn't seem to understand Qi Yiming's meaning, and everything was so ordinary in her opinion.

Soldiers and workers with a sense of discipline and honor, the will to devote themselves to their work with enthusiasm and 100 per cent zeal, and the spirit of being willing to give everything for a common and great goal, not for personal gain.

A poet once lamented that the 80s was the last innocent era in China, and after entering the 90s, impetuousness, money worship, moral degradation, and lack of faith became the mainstream of society. The political science class in the school is still singing about building socialism with Chinese characteristics, but college students only join the party to advance the ranks. The old man on the road fell, and no one dared to help him, but finally someone helped him up, and he really relied on the well-wisher. Black-hearted food harms people's health, and making money has finally exceeded the moral bottom line that people have adhered to in the most reluctant. The public elite began to shout about the beautiful liberal and democratic Western society, and the homeless people abroad are noble and full of human brilliance.

It seems that all the officialdom of the republic has become moth-eaten, the chengguan has begun to represent the image of the government, the media in the south can incite the society to oppose the party ****** in different ways, the bureaucrats can treat the common people as untouchables, and the powerful and rich seem to have become a privileged class. The so-called people of conscience who are promoting Western values in the name of rights protection and making the whole country lose and derange, as well as the tycoons who complain that entrepreneurs are not safe and private property is not protected, seems to be hell. It's just that this group of people never thinks about how this country was built, how it is written in the constitution, and never thinks about whose country this country is.

It is not a country dominated by capitalists, lawyers and doctors, still less a country of corrupt bureaucrats, vested interests in monopolizing state-owned enterprises and generations of meritorious workers, this country is a country of the people and the country of workers!

When people envy the favorable living conditions in the West, they no longer take the sickle, hammer head and bright red flag seriously. Thirty years later, the republic, where is the land under the red flag. Qi Yiming knows very well that it is the world of pragmatism, Machiavellianism, and populism.

When standing in such an era when the purity of the red country was still retained, looking at the workers and soldiers who seemed to be steaming, Qi Yiming's heart was touched. Materially barren but spiritually strong, what they say and do is exactly what they believe. Collectivism, the strength of the people, and the voice of the workers, these words are so familiar, but they make Qi Yiming feel very distant.

He couldn't help but get off the ground in Sun Jingnu's surprised eyes, picked up the shovel, and his not so strong body danced with everyone, the beauty of that kind of labor actually made him feel so sweet.

Although I don't know who this person is, everyone smiles at him, as if they all know that people who work in this land don't need a second name, they are all called comrades!

Qi Yiming was doing it, feeling that the enthusiasm in his body still couldn't be released, so he pulled his throat like a nervous voice and sang:

"Arise, hungry slaves!

Arise, you who are afflicted in all the world!

Full of blood has boiled,

Fight for the truth! ”

His singing voice was hoarse and messy, not incomplete, but definitely not very good. But when he began to sing, the people who were wielding tools with him opened their voices and sang with him, as if shouting the trumpet of labor:

"The old world is a falling flower,

Slaves get up, get up!

Don't say we have nothing,

We want to be the masters of the world!

This is the most resounding struggle, united to tomorrow,

Internachonel must be realized!

This is the most resounding struggle, united to tomorrow,

Internachonel must be realized! ”

From the corner of the construction site, the song spread farther and farther, like a small drop of water began to gather more of the bottom of the water, and finally the water droplet became a surging current, which rolled violently on this construction site, and that awe-inspiring force washed the human heart, inspired the pace of progress, and was the epitome of the most wonderful ideals that the human soul can burst out.

Even the cold and indifferent Sun Jingnu stood there, opened her cherry lips, and sang the "Internationale" together with the singing voice of this rugged man. This empty grassland should not have allowed the sound to stir so much, but the magical power of the earth seemed to cover the top of the world realm, even if it was empty, it was condensed.

Until the three times the main song and the three times the chorus have ended, it seems that the song is faintly echoing. Qi Yiming had quietly left the hot construction site, but his eyes were bright and his waist was very straight. At this time, Qi Yiming deeply understood what the value of coming to this era was - he wanted to let the red flag fly forever and let this great spirit never dry up!

"Proletarians of the whole world, unite!"