Chapter 70: Missing My Wife In the past, when he was writing an essay, his teacher was not strict enough...
Chapter 70: Missing My Wife
On the way to the No. 3 old mine, they saw many obviously abandoned mines.
At the mouth of the well were thrown broken wood that had once been used for support and was now rotten, as well as various miscellaneous waste.
Perhaps noticing their gaze, Deputy Director Wang introduced them, "These are all abandoned wells from before liberation. Either they were hollowed out and no longer valuable, or they were flooded or severely collapsed, and were abandoned and simply filled in."
In some places, one could even see scattered broken bones, which were obviously the bones of a human being who had lived for some time.
But so what?
Every year, there are always deaths among miners digging coal underground.
It’s not so bad now because you have the state and your work unit to take care of you. Who cared about you like the capitalists and landlords before liberation?
"These abandoned coal mines aren't very deep. Most are only dug two or three hundred meters before being moved."
After all, if you dig a new pit and dig a few dozen meters, you will find a good coal seam. No one would bother to dig up coal from a depth of hundreds of meters.
It’s impossible to dig out all the shallow layers.
"Our area is known as the Hundred Mile Coalfield. The coal seams are shallow, and coal can be mined at a depth of fifty or sixty meters. The quality is high, and the reserves are huge. Before the Song Dynasty, there were small coal mines everywhere.
It flourished everywhere during the Ming and Qing dynasties.
The well we're going to visit is a very representative old well. It was an official mine during the Qing Dynasty and was occupied by the Japanese. When we took over, many of the facilities inside were destroyed, and we have gradually restored them.
***
They descended straight down in the cage for nearly five hundred meters before hitting the bottom with a bang.
After going down into the well, Yan Jiuru and others had a more intuitive feeling about the "old well".
The main tunnel here is much wider than the one in the morning, but the lighting above is dimmer, and the wall lights on the side are quite far apart. There are countless branch tunnels. I guess people who don’t dig coal here every day can’t tell which branch tunnel they are in.
The supporting surface on the top of the large tunnel looked like it was patched, with new pieces here and old pieces there.
As I was walking and looking around, I saw a coal truck coming along the track in the distance.
The mine carts passed by with clanging sounds and flashes of lightning.
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'Sparks and lightning' is not just an adjective, it really is the arc flash caused by the friction between the minecart and the DC wires!
Director Wu was also frightened. He whispered, "Isn't it okay with such a flash of lightning?"
Deputy Director Wang sighed as he walked, “There’s no way to fix it.
This is the track and line laid during the Japanese occupation period. We have only repaired what can be repaired. We do not have the financial and material resources to replace the entire line.
However, this pit won’t be dug for much longer.”
What?
How long will it take to dig?
Director Wu and Yan Jiuru looked at each other in the dim light of the headlights.
Director Wu hurriedly asked, "Are you planning to abandon this pit?"
“Sooner or later.
The coal output of such a large well is less than 10,000 tons per month. Due to equipment maintenance and the fact that the well is dug too deep and too far away, the cost of transporting the coal is almost unbearable.
The chances of accidents are also higher than in new wells.”
Overall, it's a bit useless: tasteless to eat and a pity to throw away.
"Let's go this way~"
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a series of "crackling" sounds, and the mud, charcoal, earth and rocks above his head fell down one after another.
It turned out that one of the wooden planks supporting the surface above everyone's heads was broken.
Yan Jiuru silently withdrew his hand.
He really only used a third of his strength to hold on a little...
Deputy Director Wang was stunned for a moment and immediately looked for an emergency phone in the alley.
Fortunately, Yan Jiuru had deliberately chosen a place close to the phone to make his move. Deputy Director Wang quickly found the explosion-proof phone, notified the person in charge of the mine and began to mobilize people.
The accompanying personnel also rushed to find a solution or notify the nearest mining manager underground.
Yan Jiuru followed him to the emergency material storage area to get supporting beams and other things, otherwise he was worried that the whole building would collapse.
It's really a bit risky.
Who knew that the support would be worse than he expected.
***
People came to the mine quickly.
About twenty people brought down a large pot and a cart of various tools, which arrived one after another.
At this time, Yan Jiuru and the others had helped to firmly support a thick board with several upright timbers.
There is no danger for the time being, but it is hard to say what will happen next.
A security officer asked what happened.
Yan Jiuru said frankly that he was afraid of hitting his head when he passed by, so he supported his palm on it for a while, and then was hit by the falling stones and coal.
Everyone looked at the tall and strong Yan Jiuru, who was nearly 1.9 meters tall. The alley here was two meters high and had been sinking over the years. The actual height was less than 1.9 meters. No wonder people had to bend down to pass by.
Another technician used a brighter light to examine the broken wood and cursed in the local dialect.
Yan Jiuru and others didn't quite understand what was said, but everyone in the mine gathered around.
I saw that the broken wood had a rotten core inside, and it was obvious that it had been rotten for a long time.
Everyone quickly propped up a few boards and checked the other wooden planks, but the result was that the situation was only getting worse, not better.
Yan Jiuru and others had to hastily end today's visit, as their presence there only affected other people's ability to handle their work.
***
On the way back, Director Wu asked Yan Jiuru, "How did you see it? Do we need to dig another well?"
"No need. But if you have nothing to do this afternoon, why don't we take a walk around here?"
With his current spiritual power, there are still some errors in details when scanning from high altitude and at close range.
Now that he was there, he planned to take a closer look and compare it with the sky.
He rubbed his hands and said, "I'll drive."
Director Wu laughed and scolded: "I think you are just greedy for driving."
Didn't say anything else.
Yan Jiuru quickly changed seats with the driver, not daring to waste even a minute, as if fearing that the director would go back on his word.
The driver, Xiao Wu, laughed at him and said, "Don't worry, you already have your trainee driver's license, so what are you afraid of?"
This guy is quite capable. After just one month in the army, he even learned to fly a helicopter, let alone a jeep. He's still in his internship period, so it won't affect his driving skills.
Lin Shiyi was extremely envious.
It’s not that he doesn’t want to learn, but because of his criminal record, the army doesn’t want him.
Alas, I can only wait until I perform better this time and then apply to No. 107 again.
***
Yan Jiuru happily drove the military jeep across the vast coalfield.
Except for some places that looked like they had been dug and gnawed by dogs, most of the roads paved with coal gangue were quite easy to walk on.
Looking at the mountains of coal gangue in the distance, everyone shook their heads and sighed.
This thing is a companion stone of coal. It has a low coal content, high impurities, generates little heat energy during combustion, and is very hard. Crushing it requires a lot of machinery and manpower.
When the weather is hot, it is easy to spontaneously combust if exposed to the sun for a long time.
At present, there is no better use for it except as paving stones and landfill.
It's not that it's completely useless, but the input-output ratio is particularly uneconomical.
"Either it's buried in an abandoned well, where it might be used as coal in a few hundred years, or there's an abyss or a canyon that needs to be filled. These aren't enough. Otherwise..."
The Demon Lord shrugged his shoulders. He had no other options.
In the past, the by-product waste produced by mining was useless and was directly discarded.
Director Wu pinched his eyebrows and said, forget it, I can’t care about so many things.
The jeep passed a dilapidated mansion. Yan Jiuru deliberately slowed down and said, "Is this the mansion where the Japanese officials used to live?"
After driving at low speed for another ten minutes, he thought, "This might be the old house of the great traitor."
Lin Shiyi stretched his head and stared for a long time. Neither of them said a word. Everything was self-evident.
***
After returning to the guesthouse, several people first went to wash off the coal dust on their bodies and faces.
Director Wu specifically called Yan Jiuru to his room to talk.
Without the director asking, Yan Jiuru took out a few sheets of paper and said, "The reserves are quite different from the exploration data on hand. At least the coal seam reserves that I can see should be at least three times as much."
"Deeper coal seams are currently beyond my capabilities, but there should be more than that."
Director Wu suddenly stood up and asked, "Is it really more than three times?"
Doesn’t that mean that my country’s coal shortage problem can be temporarily alleviated?
He turned his hands behind his back twice, calmed down, and said, "That's not surprising. During our first resource survey, the most advanced equipment we had was a hand-held drill imported from the Soviet Union, which could only drill to a depth of 100 to 300 meters."
In actual operation, it was difficult for a dozen strong young men to pull the rope down to a depth of 100 meters, let alone 300 meters.
Especially during the fighting process, you will encounter various problems.
Being able to make predictions based on existing conditions is already quite difficult.
Director Wu shook his hand and said seriously, "Right now, our country needs to develop, but resources are holding it back.
So, Comrade Jiuru, your work is truly important, very important! It can help the country avoid many detours and unnecessary twists and turns in this regard."
"I hope you're not afraid of hard work. Let's keep up the good work! The country will remember every person who has made contributions to the country."
What can Yan Jiuru say?
Just work hard!
***
The next morning, Yan Jiuru was writing materials alone in the conference room of the guesthouse.
Director Wu got some data and various materials from somewhere for him to refer to.
This was also the first time Yan Jiuru wrote it, and he didn't know the format, so he just modified it according to the format of the report his subordinates had submitted to the Demon Lord and used it as is.
At the beginning, the Demon Sect made a lot of reports.
But unlike the hypocrisy of the immortals, they value practicality, or in the words of the immortals, simplicity and crudeness.
So what?
Some people may like to hear false clichés, but the Demon Lord despises them to death. Anyone who dares to talk nonsense and irrelevant things will be beaten with ten magic whips by him.
Gradually, the people below learned their lesson and no one talked nonsense anymore.
Simple and concise, how nice.
***
"Work report:"
Yan Jiuru stared at the words and bit the pen for a long time.
For hundreds of thousands of years, others have been writing for him, so he feels a little unfamiliar with writing himself.
Oh, it would be great if Chen Yin was here.
In the past, when he wrote essays, if the teacher was not strict, he would just copy his wife's. If the teacher was strict, Chen Yin would secretly write an outline and give it to him. He would make some minor changes and fill in the content with his imagination.
Nowadays, we only regret not having read enough books when we need them.
Director Wu opened the door and came in. Seeing him in a daze, he asked, "What are you thinking about?"
Yan Jiuru blurted out, "I miss my wife."
As soon as the words came out, they were both stunned. . . . .
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