Chapter 32 Three Months
Facing Feng Lan's question, Liu Yu nodded: "Yes."
Hearing this answer, Feng Lan's eyes seemed to light up a little. He asked again, "Does the span have to be 100 meters?"
"right."
His vision grew brighter. “We have to cross a canyon that’s over a hundred meters high?”
"right."
Feng Lan leaned forward slightly, his voice trembling a little, "Is there enough wood?"
Zhou Cheng answered the question on Liu Yu's behalf: "Abundant. No matter what kind of wood you need, the World Government will harvest it for you."
“Are there enough people?”
Liang Chengdong answered this question: "Don't worry about the manpower. Let me introduce myself. I am the construction manager of the Nantushan Canyon Bridge. We currently have about 500 people available on the construction site. If there is a shortage, we can always add more."
"You're the construction manager? You already have one, so you should have already started building the bridge, right? Then why are you looking for me?"
Liang Chengdong was silent for a moment before he whispered, "It collapsed."
Feng Lan snorted.
He leaned back in his wheelchair again, closed his eyes, and seemed to be thinking about something.
After a moment, he said, "Is there any meat in the cafeteria? Please help me get some meat."
Father Liu's eyes were filled with surprise: "Old Feng, don't you not eat meat?"
Feng Lan snorted coldly: "Where would you get the strength if you don't eat meat?"
"Yes, yes, yes. I'll help you fight."
Liu Yu picked up the bowl, hurried out and hurried back, bringing back a bowl full of meat.
Feng Lan held the bowl and put a piece of meat into his mouth with some trembling. After chewing a few times, turbid tears suddenly flowed from the corners of his eyes.
"It's been over thirty years, over thirty years... I finally have a place to put my skills to good use."
He desperately stuffed large chunks of meat into his mouth, chewed them hard, and then swallowed them forcefully. After finishing a bowl of meat, he seemed to have regained his strength, and holding on to the armrests of the wheelchair, he stood up abruptly.
His skinny legs were still shaking, and the veins on his arms that were holding the handrail were bulging, but he still insisted on standing and refused to sit down.
"Old Feng, just sit down and take a rest."
Feng Lan shook his head and said, "It's okay. I can still eat meat and stand up. I can also build this bridge. Director Xiao Zhou, right? Let's go."
Looking at this old man who had previously looked haggard and near death, but now seemed to be infused with vitality and high spirits, Zhou Cheng unconsciously added a touch of respect to his tone: "It's too late today. We have to wait until tomorrow to set off."
"tomorrow?"
He sighed and turned to look at Liang Chengdong: "Engineer Liang, right? Let's discuss how to build this bridge tonight."
"good."
Liang Chengdong stayed, while Zhou Cheng and others left.
Father Liu sighed with emotion: "Old Feng, when he heard about the bridge being built, he seemed to come alive all of a sudden."
Mother Liu also said, "If this hadn't happened, Old Feng would probably have died within a few months."
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After staying in the Yuanwei County Cradle for one night, Zhou Cheng and the other two came to Feng Lan's home early the next morning and pushed Feng Lan's wheelchair out.
The neighbors who had heard about this came over and talked about it.
"Old Feng's skills are finally useful."
"I didn't expect that Old Feng could be involved in something as big as the Yangjiagou Project."
Feng Lan looked very good today. There was no longer any gloom on his face. He even began to greet everyone with a smile.
After helping Feng Lan into the car, Liu Yu waved vigorously to his parents, facing their reluctant gazes.
"Mom, Dad, Uncle, and Aunt, I will come to see you often."
Even after the car turned the corner and disappeared from everyone's sight, people still stood at the door of the cradle for a long time and refused to leave.
The car sped along the empty road.
Zhou Cheng and Liu Yu sat in the front row, while Liang Chengdong and Feng Lan sat in the back seat.
Feng Lan seemed to be in high spirits. Along the way, the two of them kept chatting about things related to bridge construction, leaving Zhou Cheng and the others no chance to get a word in.
But as they talked, the topic turned to the professional structure of the wooden bridge, so Liang Chengdong shut his mouth and could only listen to Feng Lan talk.
There was no way, he didn't know how to process wood or build a wooden bridge.
In the evening, the car arrived in Guangxi County and then came to the Nantushan Canyon.
Feng Lan, who has left the wheelchair and is supported by others, looks at the canyon in front of him with a span of 100 meters, his face full of strange colors.
Zhou Cheng knew that this would be his stage next.
After pausing for a long time in the canyon, Feng Lan finally reached the command room. A meeting involving all bridge experts was immediately convened.
The detailed construction plan of the wooden bridge will be determined here.
The next day, a report was submitted to Zhou Cheng.
"It has a span of 100 meters, is expected to last for three years, and can bear a maximum load of 70 tons..."
Compared with modern steel bridges, these parameters are quite poor.
Three years of use is enough, but the maximum load-bearing capacity is only 70 tons, which is really too little.
"Can we replace wood with steel, but still build it the same way as a wooden bridge? Would that increase its load-bearing capacity?"
Liang Chengdong shook his head. "No. Old Feng only knows how to build wooden bridges. If we use steel, the center of gravity, tensile strength, and compressive strength of the bridge will all change. It won't work."
Zhou Cheng thought for a moment and said, "Okay, let's go with a wooden bridge. Although the load-bearing capacity is a bit low, it's better than nothing. Adding cables and other things later can also help alleviate some of the transportation needs. It should be enough. By the way, how long will it take to build?"
"Three months."
"Three months?"
Zhou Cheng was also surprised, but then he became happy: "In this way, it won't delay the opening of the road... Good, good."
The construction of Nantushan Bridge began quickly.
In accordance with Feng Lan's request, many logging teams spread out and searched everywhere in the mountains for trees that met their requirements.
In the heyday of the past, anyone who dared to cut down trees in the mountains would probably be jailed for life. Now it doesn't matter anymore, they can cut down trees as they please, even if it means clearing the mountain.
After it was cut down, a helicopter lifted it directly to the construction site.
Numerous wood processing equipment was also brought in to the construction site. Following Feng Lan's instructions, planks and logs were quickly formed, then, like building blocks, began to stretch along the edge of the canyon.
During the three-month construction period, Feng Lan had difficulty walking at first and had to rely on a wheelchair from time to time. But after just one month, Feng Lan's appetite increased significantly and he completely recovered his ability to walk.
At two months old, he even began to gain some muscle, and his entire mental state seemed to have been reborn, with a loud voice and fast steps.
Three months passed quietly.
On this day, under the watchful eyes of Zhou Cheng, Liu Yu, Liang Chengdong and others, a layer of steel plate was covered on the wooden bridge deck.
This is the last step in building the wooden bridge.
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