In addition to the lack of human resources, there is also the inconvenience of communication. The base exchanged information with the county governments of the three counties, military bases, batteries, docks, and units above the company level through radio. Because this era was still the age of the cable telegraph, Mr. Galilmo Marconi would not be able to open his company until 1897, so no one interfered with the wireless communications of the Liberation Army. Even so, the use of wired communications is still being actively planned, after all, it is not possible for every township to exchange information through radio.

Yun Suixin proposed that the telephone connection between the county police station and the township police stations below can also avoid the occurrence of a family fleeing like Chen Shirong, and only by establishing an effective and fast communication system can we better control the areas that have been recovered.

At present, the only places that the Liberation Army can use telephones are inside the base, the prisoner of war camps, and the naval docks not far away, and the 2,000-door automatic exchange used by a hotel is completely sufficient. However, if you want to connect the three counties by telephone, it will be a very huge project, and the work of erecting telephone poles will be a headache.

When it comes to poles, there is a mention of the power supply. At present, in addition to the bases, the office and living places of all counties and the garrisons of all troops are powered by low-power diesel generators. As a result, the power supply is insufficient in some places, and there is a surplus in others, and a large amount of diesel fuel has been consumed, which makes the industrial party members very distressed, and the call for increasing revenue and reducing expenditure is getting louder and louder. Hong Kong's Lung Kwu Tan Power Plant burns garbage, but unfortunately, how can there be so much garbage in this time and space that can be burned? However, there are several wind turbines on Hong Kong Island, which save some diesel for everyone.

This question was thrown in front of Tan Fei, the vice chairman who has been leading the construction of the power plant. In the past month or so, Tan Fei has basically put down other work and devoted himself to the construction of the power plant. Although the planning, infrastructure, disassembly, assembly and transportation of the new power plant and supporting equipment are all completed by professional and technical personnel, he, the person responsible for overall planning and scheduling, is also very busy. Even though the front line is in full swing, the work here has not slowed down. After a month of hard work, the foundation and the framework of the factory building have been basically completed, and the chimney has been repaired by a third. However, after all, large-scale thermal power plants are not small hydropower plants in rural areas, and it is impossible to get them done in one or two months, "If we can test power generation in October, complete trial operation in November, and officially electrify to households before the end of the year, even if our character has exploded." Li Shengjun, deputy commander of the power plant construction and power engineer, said half-expressively, half-bitterly, "However, although it will take a few months for power generation to be generated, the work of erecting the line can be started." Pulling the wire and pulling the phone line at the same time is also a double win. ”

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Standing on top of a flat-headed diesel truck, Lu Yang directed laborers and prisoners of war to erect telephone poles on the side of the highway. At the age of 29, he was an electrician technician in the Longgang Electric Power Bureau before the "catastrophe", and lived a comfortable life of ensuring harvest during drought and flood, eating and drinking spicy food. It's a pity that the "cataclysm" ended it, his parents died at the hands of mutants, his girlfriend was gone, and he struggled to survive in the apocalypse. Once, in the process of foraging, he strayed into the lair of mutants, and if it wasn't for the material collection team, he could have been one of the mutants. Since then, he has gained a new world, and after adapting to the environment of the new time and space, he has also returned to his old business and devoted himself to the torrent of construction. Building a new society and living a happy life again became his belief.

While mixing with the director of the county's electricity bureau, he supervised the work of laborers and prisoners of war. The prisoners of war worked in groups of two, a total of four groups of eight, shouting trumpets, carrying a cement telephone pole more than ten meters long to the big pit dug on the side of the road. Watching the bamboo poles crush the bare shoulders of the prisoners of war reminded him of the unique industry of the city along the Yangtze River in the southwest. It's just that now it's white people and Ah San who are engaged in this industry, which makes him have a strong sense of disobedience.

The prisoners of war put the thick end of the telephone pole into a pit more than one person deep, and then tied the thin end with a rope, pressed and pulled, and slowly raised the telephone pole. A man who is more nimble than a monkey climbs the top of the pole to untie the line. Ah San's skills made Lu Yang embarrassed, and he would definitely not be able to go up without relying on tools. Then the laborer picks up a bucket truck from the bulk cement truck and pours it into the pit, and generally pours two or three trucks to fill the pit. Lu Yang urged, "Hurry up!" Hurry up! There are more than 40 of them, and you can't sleep if you can't finish them today! There was a lament about the laborers and prisoners of war, and Lu Yang heard two white prisoners of war complaining that the poles of other countries were made of wood for telegraph wires, and they just had to dig a pit and bury them. The pole of this Chinese telegraph line is made of stone, it is so heavy that it is deadly, and it has to be fixed with cement, what a bunch of crazy people! Lu Yang just laughed at these complaints. Compared with the prisoners of war, the laborers did not care at all about what the pit was for. As long as they could receive rice and foreign money, they only had to work as they were told.

Lu Yang looked at the telephone poles that were fifty or sixty meters apart on the road, and then looked ahead, the surrounding area was full of farmland, barren slopes, and groves, and there were so few people that he couldn't even see a single house. In the Pearl River Delta in the 21st century, you can't see such a remote place anymore. "I wonder if someone will come and steal the cable?" While he was thinking wildly, a group of National Guards armed with red tassel guns walked up the road ahead. After the meeting on the 21st, the security forces of each prefecture were renamed the National Guard, and the size of the squadron was expanded to a brigade. The soldier's weapon was a uniform standard spear, and only the squad leader was armed with a shotgun produced by the military factory. This imitation of the domestic SAS12 shotgun has been well received by indigenous soldiers for its advantages of high power, good performance, easy use and simple structure. Under the leadership of Zhao Xiannian, the military factory used existing materials to produce more than 300 pieces and nearly 20,000 rounds of ammunition in a month. Basically, this large-caliber weapon has become the standard equipment of the Army, the National Guard, and the Marine Corps, and has even become a status symbol, and has also earned the nickname of "squad head gun". The coast guard and police also have a small amount of equipment.

The expansion of the National Guard was accompanied by platoon patrols on the main highways, and sparsely populated sections of the towns became key areas to prevent the mob from besieging lone survivors. Lu Yang dared to lead more than a dozen laborers and prisoners of war to work in such a remote place with two survivors. When the patrol passed by, the platoon commander who led the team also warned Lu Yang to pay more attention and call for help immediately if he found that the situation was wrong, and they could arrive in 20 minutes at most. Lu Yang patted the Type 77 pistol hanging from his waist, "Don't worry!" I'll be able to kill a few before you get here. ”

At a speed of 20 minutes, it only advanced a kilometer until noon. Seeing that the sun was getting hotter and hotter, Lu Yang beckoned the laborers and prisoners of war to find a shady place to rest first. The white POWs had heard of the agreement between the Liberation Army and the British, and knew that they would soon be freed, so no one had any intention of escaping; As for Ah San, in their character, the spirit of resistance is basically absent. Besides, it's not the same who you work for. It didn't take long for a pickup truck to bring lunch to everyone. The laborers were fed the same as the prisoners of war, white rice with braised potatoes, scattered pork rinds in the potatoes, and enough cabbage soup to take out. It's just that the former has a salary, while the latter doesn't. The food of the two survivors was one and two vegetarian dishes in a folding lunch box, and Lu Yang looked at the fat and greasy fat of the braised pork, which was a little tasteless, so he put the braised pork aside and ate it with tomato scrambled eggs. He also complained to another survivor who drove a bulk cement truck: "It's all pork, and I don't want to get fish or chicken." ”

"If you want to eat seafood, you'll have to wait a while!" Another survivor spat a piece of pork bone on the ground, "When those Hong Kong fishermen settle down, it's okay to eat abalone grouper!" Don't be disgusted now! You don't want to eat," he raised his chin and motioned for Lu Yang to look at the other side, "Those laborers are still looking greedy!" ”

After his reminder, Lu Yang found that several laborers were staring at the braised pork he had put aside, and the nearest half-year-old child was obviously swallowing saliva. Lu Yang beckoned, "Come here!" The half-grown child put down the rice bowl bigger than his head and was about to run over, but Lu Yang shouted again: "Bring your basin here!" When the half-grown child brought his rice bowl to him, Lu Yang poured the braised pork that made him greasy.

"Thank you, Chief! Thank you, Chief! The half-grown child nodded and retreated, making the other laborers very blushing. However, he didn't eat alone, but gave a piece to the other laborers, which made Lu Yang nod secretly in his heart.

After eating, everyone continued to hide in the shade to rest, while the two survivors enjoyed the chilled mung bean soup. Lu Yang called the half-grown child to him again and asked, "How old are you?" ”

"Eighteen." The half-grown child grinned, honest and clever, at least he spoke Mandarin very well, better than most of the local aborigines.

Seeing that his size doesn't look like eighteen, in the eyes of modern people, at most fifteen or sixteen, Lu Yang guessed that it might be a virtual age, and asked, "What's your name?" ”

"It's called Liu Cixin." When the name was spoken, there was a hint of shyness on the half-grown child's face.

This name startled Lu Yang, and he hurriedly asked, "What are those two words?" ”

"Compassion is kindness, kindness and kindness, and heart is open-mindedness." While explaining, Liu Cixin wrote two words on the ground with a small wooden stick.

"It turned out to be this heart!" Lu Yang was amused by his fuss. Come to think of it, it's not surprising that all three words are the same. With thousands of years of history and a population of 100 million yuan, it is too normal for people with the same name and surname to appear. Seeing that Liu Cixin's handwriting was very upright, at least better than himself, Lu Yang was a little more curious, "Have you read a book?" ”

Through Liu Cixin's narration, Lu Yang has an understanding of the little guy's life experience. The Liu family is also a big family in the Nanshan area of Bao'an, but his family is a remote house, with only about ten acres of thin fields to make ends meet, and he can barely make ends meet. He is the second in the family, with an older brother above and two younger sisters and a younger brother below. He was born in the thirty-third year of Daoguang, because the village name teller said that he was not good at eight characters and had to be resolved by name, so when he was one year old, his father begged Xiucai in the village to change this feminine name to him. He did not go to school officially, but only occasionally went to other people's private schools to observe. Because he has a sweet mouth, he will help clean and do some chores, and Xixi of the private school will not drive him. In this way, he completed the basic literacy education, and although he did not know the Four Books and the Five Classics, he had no problem reading a proclamation or writing a letter. His father and his eldest brother tended to the family's fields, but he never found a livelihood. As the saying goes, "half the size of the child, eat the poor old man", like the age of his age when the body is growing, the amount of food is large, and it has also become a burden on the family. It was at this time that the Guangfu Army began to recruit a large number of workers, and he came, and the secretary in charge of recruiting people knew his family, although he was not old enough to let him sign up, and since then he has lived a life with white rice, just like opening a hall, and the wages of Guangyang are also real. If it weren't for the family's fields, his father and his eldest brother would have to come to work.

Lu Yang was very satisfied with Liu Cixin's personal situation, he was clever, literate, and not very old, which is rare among workers with an illiteracy rate of more than 90 percent. So he directly said the physiognomy that had just sprouted, "Would you like to be my apprentice?" ”