A brave player who started by touching corpses

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Prepare for war and famine for the people, good people and good horses go to the third line!

Han Aimin returned to the 985 factory that he had been dreaming about. He didn't want to be laid off again, and he didn't want to be displaced again. He wanted to change his life and his life.

PS: This book is also known as "Rebirth 1987", which is extremely exciting and takes you back to the passionate years.

"The sixth set of radio gymnastics starts now, stretching exercises, ready! One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, two, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight..." Or download and read without ads

"Aimin, Aimin, wake up!"

"Teacher Han! Teacher Han!"

"Don't shout, send Teacher Han to the hospital quickly!"

"Who knows if he has broken any bones? Don't move around. Let's call the hospital!"

Han Aimin was awakened by the shouts that came one after another. He opened his eyes and saw a familiar and unfamiliar face surrounding him, and their expressions were more nervous than one. Then, a burning pain came from the elbow and knee.

"Ai Min is awake, let's get out of the way." A man in his forties was relieved and asked anxiously: "Ai Min, are you okay?"

If he was not dreaming, the person in front of him should be his former colleague and elder brother Zhong Jianyu. He was a military cadre who transferred to the 985 factory. Because he did not understand technology and the factory was not short of political cadres, he was arranged to be a political teacher in the children's middle school.

The young woman wearing a plaid spring and autumn shirt behind Zhong Jianyu was named Liu, Liu Pingping. She was not only a child of the 985 factory, but also a classmate of the third sister from the nursery to junior high school. She graduated from high school, and because she did not get into college, the factory arranged her to be an English teacher in the children's middle school. But she was not a cadre, nor a formal employee, but a "large collective worker" whose salary was one level lower than that of formal employees...

"Ai Min, look at my hand!" Zhong Jianyu didn't know what Han Ai Min was thinking, raised his finger, and moved it in front of Han Ai Min's eyes.

The severe pain in his elbows and knees, the familiar faces in front of him, and the familiar melody of the sixth set of radio gymnastics outside made Han Aimin realize that he was not dreaming, and he hurriedly said: "Teacher Zhong, I'm fine."

"Really fine?"

"Really fine, I... I want to sit alone for a while." The website transcoding content is incomplete, exit the transcoding page or download for a better experience, faster updates, please come and experience

"It looks like you fell and fainted, and you should pay attention to your feet when you go downstairs next time. You sit down first, I'll get you a glass of water."

"No, I'm not thirsty."

Liu Pingping asked with concern: "Aimin, do your arms and legs hurt? Do you want to go to the hospital to let your third sister take a look?"

Han Aimin forced himself to cheer up and pretended to be calm and said: "No, no need to go to the hospital."

"Can you stand?"

"Yes."

"Stand up and walk a few steps."

"Okay."

Han Aimin knew that she would be worried if he didn't move his legs and feet, and at the same time wanted to figure out whether he was dreaming, so he simply stood up despite the severe pain, holding the table and chair and walked out of the familiar teacher's office.

Looking up, I saw mountains, rolling hills, towering ancient trees, and lush greenery all around.

Looking down at the building, the children were doing radio gymnastics in an orderly manner. On the left were the primary school students of the children's primary school. I could clearly see that it was my nephew Junjun who was standing on the far left, in the third row, and in the front doing the exercises.

Looking along the winding mountain road in front of the school gate, not far away was the family area. My home was in Building 17 in Area 1, and further ahead was Area 2. The general assembly workshop was behind the factory building, and the workshop for producing and processing gun barrels and muzzle brakes was in a large cave on the mountainside. My elder sister and her friends had to take the cable car to work in the workshop every day...

That's right!

This is the "home" and old unit 985 Factory located in the deep mountain valley, which is affiliated to the Fifth Ministry of Machinery Industry. For confidentiality reasons, the project code and design code when the factory was built were 985, so it was called 985 Factory, and it was called the State-owned Shuanghe Machinery Factory, or Shuanghe Factory for short. It cannot be found on the map, and there is no mailing address. If outsiders want to send a letter, they can only send it to "Shancheng 6015 Mailbox". Or download the ad-free reading

If my memory is correct, I was alone in the dilapidated factory area before I woke up. The once bustling factory building was full of abandoned and collapsed houses and weeds. It is hard to imagine that the factory that was once prosperous is now deserted and in ruins.

The walls that were once extremely clean and tidy have long been mottled; the steps that were once extremely familiar are also covered with moss and weeds; the bustling venue, thousands of wooden chairs, although still arranged in the same way as they were back then, have long been covered with dust and dirt. Because it is located in a deep mountain valley at the junction of Chongqing and Guizhou, it is usually sparsely populated and deserted and dilapidated enough to be shot in a horror movie.

But now, everything has returned to its original state!

Han Aimin felt that it was so unreal, and subconsciously looked at the blackboard on the first floor wall. The blackboard was written by teacher Zhong Jianyu, and the handwriting was as beautiful as ever, which made him, a normal school student who graduated from the first normal school in Shancheng, feel ashamed. But what he was paying attention to now was the date at the end of the signature, which was March 6, 1987.

Did I really travel through time?

I went back to 1987?

Han Aimin was confused and couldn't believe it was true. He didn't care about the severe pain in his arms and knees, and continued to walk forward.

After the radio gymnastics, the children lined up to return to their respective classrooms as usual. Or download ad-free reading

A child ran out of the queue and said happily: "Uncle, my dad has to escort the artillery to the railway station at noon. My mom will work overtime today and will not go down the mountain at noon. They asked me to go to the cafeteria with you for lunch at noon!"

It doesn't seem like a dream. What dream can be so real...

Han Aimin calmed down and asked for some reason: "Where is Chenchen?"

"I don't know. He should be in the *** room."

"After class, ask him whether he will go home for lunch or go to the cafeteria with us."

"Okay, I'll go to class first."

"Go ahead and listen carefully!" Or download ad-free reading

"I know."

Chenchen is the child of the second sister. He was born early and entered the first grade at the age of six. As an uncle, Han Aimin has to help his sisters and brothers-in-law take care of their children just like his sisters took care of him.

Watching his eldest sister's son Junjun leave, Han Aimin suddenly remembered something.

The eldest brother-in-law Huang Haishan is also a child of the 985 factory. He joined the army after graduating from junior high school. After demobilization, he was arranged by the factory to work as an economic police officer in the security department. The security section is also called the public security section, and is under the dual leadership of the factory and the Shancheng Public Security Bureau. The section chief and security officer are both security cadres and public security police officers. The economic police are drawn from various workshops. They are all strong young workers, not cadres. Their uniforms are different, and they are not equipped with guns like cadres.

My brother-in-law joined the party very early because he was a soldier. He is also a 985 factory child with a good family background. He is highly valued by the security section leaders. Since last year, he has been working instead of working, serving as the deputy captain of the economic police team. He not only wears the uniform of a public security officer, but also has a Type 54 pistol.

This year, the factory decided to transfer him to a cadre. The procedures have been almost completed, and the last official seal is missing. At this critical juncture, he led the team to carry out the task of transporting two howitzers to the railway station. Because the hook of a truck towing the cannon broke, the cannon fell into the cliff.

If it were a few years earlier, the factory would have good benefits and produce hundreds of large-caliber cannons for the country every year. It would not be a big deal if a cannon was broken.

However, now is not the past.

Although there is still fighting on the Laoshan front, the demand for artillery is not as much as in previous years. With the reform and opening up, the country needs to carry out economic construction. The superiors require military enterprises such as Factory 985 to transform. Military orders are getting fewer and fewer. Such a large factory can only produce a few artillery pieces a month. You broke one, which is a major safety accident!

If this problem is not solved quickly, all the cadres and employees involved in transporting artillery will be held accountable, and the eldest brother-in-law's transfer will be like before.

If he fails to transfer, he can only continue to be an economic policeman. After the factory moves to Chengdu, the capital of Xichuan Province, the economic police will be abolished, and he will have to wear a security uniform to become a security guard, and then restructure and restructure again. What awaits him is only layoffs. And those security department cadres who have transferred to work have two choices when the factory moves out of the deep mountain valley. Either go to Chengdu to continue to be security cadres, or stay and transfer to the Jijiang County Public Security Bureau to become local public security police officers.

My brother-in-law had been looking forward to becoming a formal police officer. Han Aimin didn't want to let his dream go to waste, so she immediately endured the pain and walked out of the campus, limping towards the assembly workshop.

"Pingping, where is Aimin going?" Zhong Jianyu stood on the second floor, looking at Han Aimin's back and asked in confusion.

Liu Pingping thought for a while and whispered, "He should be going to the hospital. He just fell hard."

"What about his classes?"

"I'll go to Class 2 to see if it doesn't work. I'll change his classes with him."

"He has two classes in the morning, and there is another one at the technical school!" Zhong Jianyu reminded.

There are more than 3,000 formal employees in the 985 factory, including tens of thousands of family members. Because it is far away from the county, the employees and family members come from all over the world, so they can only run their own nurseries, primary schools, junior high schools, and even a technical school.

The nursery is in the family area, the children's primary school and the children's middle school are in a large courtyard, and the technical school is next door.

Unlike primary and junior high schools, technical schools do not have full-time teachers. They only have principals and deans. The teachers of cultural courses such as Chinese, mathematics, and physics in technical schools are drawn from the children's middle schools. The teachers of professional courses such as mechanical drawing are drawn from technical departments and other departments. The teachers of practical training courses are concurrently taught by the masters of each workshop.

Most of the students in technical schools are children of the factory, and some are related to the county and brother military enterprises. The school system is three years. After graduation, most of them are arranged to work in various workshops in the factory, and some are arranged to work in factories supporting the 985 factory. Those factories are all in the mountain city area and are also third-line military enterprises affiliated to the Fifth Ministry of Machine Building.

Liu Pingping thought that Han Aimin had to go to the technical school to teach mathematics today, so she hurriedly said, "Teacher Zhong, I'll call Principal Wu and ask for a day off for Aimin. I'll ask Principal Wu to adjust the course."

"You go to class first, I'll call Principal Wu."

"Okay."

Han Aimin was confused and didn't know whether everything in front of him was an illusion or reality. He only knew that even if it was an illusion, he couldn't let his brother-in-law have regrets. For a moment, he even forgot that he was a physics teacher at the 985 Factory Children's Middle School and a mathematics teacher at the 985 Factory Technical School.

Back then, the Third Front Construction required "relying on mountains, dispersing, and concealing."

The choice of the site of the 985 Factory absolutely conforms to this principle. The factory area stretches for several kilometers, surrounded by mountains and forests. The workshops are built in several ravines, and occasionally you can see cottages dotted in the mountains. The large workshops of all blue bricks are distributed in the bushes, and there are many air-raid shelters. It is said that when the site was selected, the Air Force was asked to arrange for planes to circle in the sky to confirm that it was concealed enough before finally choosing to build the factory here.

The mountain road was difficult to walk, so Han Aimin rushed to the assembly workshop in a hurry, panting from exhaustion and sweating profusely.

The machines roared in the workshop, but now they are no longer producing cannons. Instead, they are producing civilian products such as automobile wheels, mufflers, metal fuel tanks, and hydraulic tongs in accordance with the superiors' requirements of "protecting the people and integrating military and civilians."

Since the civilian product orders were relatively complex and not as simple as the cannon manufacturing in the past, the large workshop was divided into several work areas.

Han Aimin greeted his familiar uncles and brothers along the way and came to his second brother-in-law Zhang Shengbing who was busy.

"Aimin, why are you here free? You don't have to teach students today?" Zhang Shengbing was surprised by his brother-in-law's arrival. He put down his tools and picked up a rag to wipe his hands.

"Second brother-in-law, I'm here to see the eldest brother-in-law. Have you seen him?"

"You should go to the Security Department to find Haishan. What are you doing here?"

"Junjun said he was going to send artillery today."

"What does it have to do with you if he sends the cannon?" Zhang Shengbing asked with a smile.

Han Aimin didn't know how to explain it for a while, so he could only say: "I want to see the cannon."

"What's so good about cannons? It's not like you haven't seen them before." As long as you are a child of Factory 985, the last thing you are interested in are cannons, because you have lived in the factory area where cannons are produced since you were a child, and you have long been tired of seeing them. Zhang Shengbing thought that his brother-in-law often corresponded with a female classmate from the normal school, and he couldn't help but asked with a smile: "Aimin, do you miss your girlfriend and plan to take the cannon train to the mountain city to see your girlfriend?"

"No, besides, the eldest brother-in-law only needs to deliver the cannon to the train station and will not go to the mountain city."

"I don't even know how to lie. Men should get married when they are college students, and women should get married when they are college students. What's wrong with falling in love?" Zhang Shengbing smiled, patted his shoulder and said, "Aimin, I think you are just reading a book and being stupid. Studying is important. , but also a balance between work and rest.”

"Brother-in-law, what do you mean?"

"The cannon cannot be delivered to the troops after being assembled. It must first be taken to the back mountain shooting range for test firing. The seamount should be in the back mountain. The cannon must be tested and signed by the military representative before he can take the cannon to the train station for installation. car."

Time passed so long that Han Aimin really forgot to test the cannon before delivering it, and said with a bit of embarrassment: "Second brother-in-law, you are busy first, I will go to the back mountain to find the eldest brother-in-law."

"How did you get here?"

"Come here."

"Wangshan is a dead horse. How long does it take to walk there? Wait, I'll ask the director for some leave and drive you there on a motorcycle."

The second brother-in-law is the only son of his family. One of his parents is a cadre in the factory, and the other is a factory employee. Together with the second sister, the four people in his family make money and have the best economic conditions. I bought a Jialing motorcycle last year, and I don’t know how many people are envious of it.

Who would be stupid enough to climb a mountain when you can ride a motorcycle?

Han Aimin follows the good deeds.

Teachers, whether at the local level or in the 985 factory, although their wages are not high, they are still a respected profession.

The workshop director understood the situation and readily gave Zhang Shengbing half an hour's leave. Welcome! ! !

Zhang Shengbing took him out of the workshop, got on his motorcycle, and drove him along the winding mountain road with lush mountains on one side and cliffs on the other to the gun test range by the river beach.