"Ye Zi, do you have any water?"
"Yes, go on!"
Ye Zhiqiu threw the kettle over. This was a month after he had been digging sand!
What's the most precious thing in the Gobi Desert? Water! But all the drinking water here is brought in by truck from the Kongque River!
None of this matters. What matters is that this water is extremely bitter, and it tastes even worse than the bitter water in the capital!
Even this kind of water had to be brought back from twenty kilometers away!
Currently, the construction workers on the entire construction site, including the third battalion, are close to three thousand people, and the daily water consumption is really huge!
Anyway, Ye Zhiqiu has been here for a month and has only cleaned four times. Everyone is smelly. This is the harsh condition.
After drinking the water, Zhuzi tossed the kettle back to Ye Zhiqiu. He took a deep breath and said helplessly, "Although your distillation method can produce a certain amount of sweet water, the amount is not enough, and the consumption is too great."
Ye Zhiqiu was also helpless. The high temperature here caused severe evaporation, so he tried to make a simple device to collect water vapor in the sun and turn the bitter water into normal water.
But this will result in extremely high consumption. Although the leaders have taken measures, drinking water is still not guaranteed.
Ye Zhiqiu remembered a piece of information that drinking the bitter water of the Peacock River for a long time would make the human body unable to bear it and would cause diarrhea.
But there was no other way! He wasn't from the transport company, and now three transport companies had to run non-stop to meet the living water needs of more than 2,000 people.
And there's no quick fix for this, at least not right now! No matter what method you use, it's going to be difficult to fix right now!
Ye Zhiqiu was very sad. He could use the space to cheat, but he couldn't treat everyone as fools.
He could only occasionally secretly replace some of the water that was transported back with normal fresh water from the space, hoping that this water, which would not taste so bitter, could make these comrades who were willing to risk their lives healthier.
Yes, they were risking their lives! But working in 40-degree temperatures was voluntary, and people were dying of heatstroke every day!
In fact, it is called a secret project, but it is only a secret to the outside world. There is no secret at all here!
Just like where Ye Zhiqiu and his team were working hard, they were actually building an airport to facilitate the delivery of various instruments and equipment.
They are not fools. They all know that the construction here will become the forward base for national key projects in the future, so they work very hard.
Ye Zhiqiu has a soul from the future, and he doesn’t know why they are so reckless!
But Ou Jiahao, whose face was peeling from the sun, laughed and said after hearing Ye Zhiqiu's question: "Hahaha, silly boy, who doesn't care about their life?
Just like our ancestors who died in the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression, weren't they afraid of death? We joined the army to fight against the US and aid Korea, are we not willing to die?
Silly boy, we are also human beings, of course we are afraid of death! But we Chinese are more afraid of being ridden on the head and treated like slaves!
Actually, there is no such thing as a perfect person. Why do we soldiers join the army? Is it to be admired by others?
No! We just want our families to be treated like pigs and dogs and slaughtered at will by foreigners!
Don’t be afraid of hard work, because we are like tenacious weeds, withering and growing again every year, unable to be burned by wildfires, and growing again in the spring breeze…”
Unfortunately, Ye Zhiqiu could no longer hear this guy who loved to snatch the wine that Feng Xiaomei sent to him, and he was taught a lesson again.
Because a week ago, Battalion Commander Ou Jiahao and three people who worked with him encountered a quicksand trap and left this world.
When Ye Zhiqiu heard the news, he couldn't believe it. Because a few days ago, this man was still passionately educating him, saying that a man should not be afraid of hardship, just take a break!
In the end, he left this world within a few days without leaving a single word...
At that time, Ye Zhiqiu was like a madman. He ran to the quicksand trap in the middle of the night and collected countless sands into the space, but he could not find their bodies.
But the quicksand trap, because of the sand he collected, completely disrupted its balance and collapsed into a huge pit!
The sand that was transported these days was used to fill this pit.
Although the battalion commander and his men were posthumously recognized as martyrs, the highest commander here told everyone with great sadness that due to confidentiality regulations, they would need to release this information in the future before posthumous honors could be given to the deceased.
Ye Zhiqiu changed from that day on. He became more silent and worked harder.
Today is actually the day when the first batch of experts arrive, but he chose to come to the workplace quietly and continue working with his comrades in the second shift.
He was just a middle-aged man wearing glasses. After learning about what happened here, he declined the welcome party, asked where Ye Zhiqiu was, and asked someone to lead the way over.
He saw Ye Zhiqiu working silently. The boy who was called Ye Zhiqiu by his wife was fair and clean. Now his face was covered with red and black patches.
Ye Zhiqiu noticed that he was being stared at. He put his hand over his eyes and saw the man with white hair and glasses.
Compared with the photos seen at Feng's house, he was thinner than in the photos, and his hair had turned white for some reason.
He is only forty-three years old, why is his hair already gray?
However, at this time, Ye Zhiqiu didn't care about his poor image. He said something to his teammates and walked towards Feng Yuanzheng.
Feng Yuanzheng stretched out his hand, his expression was so calm that Ye Zhiqiu could not tell his emotions.
Although his hands were thin, they were very strong. After Ye Zhiqiu shook hands with him, he said calmly: "Come with me, let's have a chat!"
Ye Zhiqiu nodded and said, "Then let's chat!"
Ye Zhiqiu didn't know what he felt towards Feng Yuanzheng at this moment.
He thought he would hate him, but that feeling only occurred when he first joined the army. He thought he didn't hate him, but Ou Jiahao's figure appeared before his eyes.
So he didn't know what was going on with him now, and he was a little confused about his mood.
The two of them walked slowly towards the camp in silence, but Feng Yuanzheng suddenly broke out coughing. He covered his mouth with a handkerchief and coughed for a long time before he recovered.
Ye Zhiqiu couldn't help but ask, "Uncle Feng, are you okay? Do you want to go to the medical room for a checkup?"
Feng Yuanzheng shook his head. He was silent for a long time before he said to Ye Zhiqiu, "I'm sorry about your battalion commander. Do you hate me especially now?"
Ye Zhiqiu smiled and shook his head, saying, "The battalion commander said that when he went to the Korean War, he had no intention of returning alive. Perhaps the King of Hell heard his ridicule and gave him this result.
So why should I hate you? Is it because you brought me to the army? If that's the case, then maybe at first I was a little annoyed with you, this old man, for insisting on separating Xiaomei and me. But later on... I didn't have that thought anymore..."
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