Siheyuan: Rebirth 52, intercepting Qin Huairu

However, they are now running out of energy.

If a professional veterinarian were to take a look, it would be difficult for these animals to do heavy physical work in the future.

They already have a lot of unnoticed damage hidden within them.

They hurried along the way, and the coachman kept whipping them with horsewhips. Their bodies were covered with not only sweat, but also whip marks and blood.

From this perspective, it is unknown whether we can finally hold out until the end of this "general offensive" operation.

Everyone has been busy working during this period, especially Ding Qiannan. Even though he is burning with anger, he cannot neglect his personal health.

Only a few people can withstand the high-pressure work in recent days, and the number of cases is increasing day by day.

At first, they were dealing with discarded steel scraps, and the situation improved slightly; but now they have turned to using newly refined iron ore, and problems are emerging.

In addition, the heat provided by the fuel is insufficient, and these carefully crushed iron ores are still difficult to melt into molten metal.

At this moment, I couldn't help but sigh at how great the wisdom of the people is, as they were able to grind such a large amount of iron ore into almost fine powder.

It is incredible that such an effect can be produced solely by human manual operation. I wonder how much wisdom and hard work have been spent behind it.

However, it is still quite difficult to melt these things into molten iron, and the temperature cannot be raised.

Technical workers Liang Ladi and Liu Haizhong, with the support of their senior apprentice Hou Enjiang, tried various methods to make breakthroughs.

After increasing the size of the blower device and failing to raise the temperature, they even resorted to covering with quilts to keep warm, and finally managed to melt some of the "metal source".

Even this method was recognized and celebrated by everyone, making the atmosphere extremely warm.

After the molten metal cooled down, Liu Haizhong led a team of people, decorated with red ribbons, to submit this rare good news of the achievement to the relevant departments.

Seeing the finished product of the black, iron-like stone, Jia Haoyun couldn't help but ask, "Can this be considered a success?" Even those who don't know much about it will doubt whether it meets the specified conditions.

So did the other teams not know the standard for this achievement? Did even Lao Liu, who was in charge of coordination and management, not know the standard? Or did the spectacles people in the commune also know nothing about it? Regardless of whether it was real ignorance or a disguise, this achievement was indeed extraordinary.

Their purpose is to forge steel.

This time, Jia Haoyun seemed to understand something. He truly understood the hard work behind it all. After repairing the vehicle, he once again devoted himself to the task of transporting materials.

As long as either party is in need, he will rush there immediately to provide assistance.

Jia Haoyun became more and more low-key, with only a calm smile on his face.

Time passed, and I don't know how many days it was. When the transportation mission was completed and they returned to the base, Ding Qiannan took the initiative to stop him, and the two found a corner and sat down and talked for a long time.

In this process, what they discuss may not be the specific progress of the task or the solution to the problem, but rather an understanding and resonance of possible future challenges and common goals, which provides a foundation for closer teamwork and efforts in the future.

"Hao Yun, are your clothes too thin? It's getting cold, so you need to put on some thicker clothes. Don't always work with your eyes open.

"Ding Qiannan looked at Jia Haoyun's haggard body and spoke.

She felt mixed emotions, pity and heartache.

During this period, she felt that something was wrong with Jia Haoyun. He was no longer as lively and humorous as before, and he had lost the natural temperament of a scholar.

Although he was always smiling and working diligently, there was indeed a hint of sadness and powerlessness in his eyes that was difficult to conceal.

After listening to Ding Qiannan's words, Jia Haoyun realized that the cold wind was getting stronger. He was still wearing short sleeves, while people around him had changed into long clothes.

“Yes, I understand, thank you.

" Jia Haoyun still smiled, perhaps because he was used to it, and expressed his gratitude to Ding Qiannan.

But when he saw the mask-like professional smile on his face, Ding Qiannan felt inexplicably angry.

In fact, Ding Qiannan has not been having a good time recently. Whenever she sees people burned by fire or with hands covered with calluses, she always feels bad.

“Everybody is working hard, everybody is struggling.

Do you think you are the only one who is dedicated and great? Is this the only thing that counts?

“You don’t have to show me that fake smile.

I know you.

Thinking of this, Ding Qiannan became even angrier and suddenly stood up and looked down at Jia Haoyun.

Tears as big as beans fell slowly from Jia Haoyun's eyes, and his expression began to lose focus.

“I do this because I believe that there is not enough effort, not enough attention.

When autumn is gone, everyone is busy with the hard work. Who has ever cared about the crops and worked hard for the harvest?

I know there's not much food left in the warehouse.

Have you noticed that there are fewer steamed buns and more sweet potatoes?

Can't you see that everyone is dying? Do you know the consequences of not collecting crops? Do you know that they are starving?

Things progressed to this point, even Ding Qiannan himself was surprised. He originally thought that there was something wrong with Jia Haoyun, but now he understood that he had such thoughts and concerns, and he was worried about it.

If what he said was true, indeed, winter was coming and everyone would be short of food.

At this time, Jia Haoyun's voice became deeper and heavier, as if he was expressing a sorrow: "Do you still think our output is up to standard?

I've been holding on for so long, I can't take it anymore.

"He looked up, tears streaming down his face.

He kept repeating: "Do you know? Do you really know?"

The last sentence was as shocking as thunder, and seeing Jia Haoyun's appearance, Ding Qiannan's heart softened.

She could feel his emotional fluctuations, and walked over without saying a word and hugged him gently.

Jia Haoyun had been suppressed for too long and cried like a wronged child in her arms.

He knew that his behavior was out of line, but he still had some rationality in his heart, so he didn't cry loudly, but just sobbed softly.

It was at this time that Ding Qiannan experienced for the first time the unique charm of this man's strength and fragility.

Before this, the days passed as usual: Jia Haoyun had a smile on his face every day, busying himself with various affairs; but deep in his heart, Ding Qiannan had unconsciously embedded one person firmly in his heart.

The person in his arms is Jia Haoyun.

Whenever Ding Qiannan witnessed him working hard for his country, he would have a mysterious admiration for Jia Haoyun.

Knowing that the other party was already engaged and would be getting married next year, her thoughts were involuntarily lingering.

She repeatedly reminded herself that she and Jia Haoyun were just ordinary friends, with the additional identity of classmates, but she could not suppress her deep longing for this boy.

She especially remembered the time when he hugged his knees and cried, his tears almost soaking her belly. Her thoughts at this moment unconsciously touched her abdomen.

The moment Jia Haoyun found someone to talk to, after drinking heavily, he also realized that he was a little bit pretentious and ashamed.

It seemed like a kind of self-liberation after being released. Since then, behind his hypocritical smile, his mentality has quietly improved. Maybe it's just because he has adapted!

The two sides have kept a distance since then, perhaps just Jia Haoyun felt embarrassed.

Although the matter has long been settled, Jia Haoyun's words and actions are less artificial than before. Such changes may be a normal phenomenon for people with a liberal arts background.

Time passed quietly, and life in Nantai Commune went on day by day.

During this period, Jia Haoyun and Xiang Guoan's work pressure doubled, and they always worked overtime until late at night.

Tonight, Jia Haoyun returned to the dormitory early, which was rare.

The atmosphere in the room seemed unusually depressing - his hair was messy, his face was tired and deeply worried, and his eyes were filled with red bloodshot that stretched to the end of his sight.

As soon as he came in, Jia Haoyun said nothing. He sat on the edge of the bed and stared blankly, as if he was deeply shrouded in a sense of powerlessness.

She didn't even respond when his name was called, and her eyes were staring into the void like a frozen camera stretched by time and space.

After that day, Jia Haoyun's emotions began to stabilize.

The short break in the virtual space gave him the necessary peace.

For several days he had been confused and uneasy about the attitude of his roommate, Jia Haoyun, and this time was one of the rare times he returned home early.

Then Jia Haoyun handed over a cigarette.

At certain moments, men's hearts are filled with unspoken distress, and asking them for answers does not always yield direct feedback.

Only when their hearts call out will the words come out naturally.

In this dark place without any lights, two men sat there, with only the burning cigarette butts lighting up and disappearing alternately, as if silently telling their respective troubles.

91 When he lit up his sixth cigarette, Xiang Guoan's voice trembled in the air.

"Junior brother, do you think I have already figured this out?"

Xiang Guoan's hoarse voice slowly floated into Jia Haoyun's ears, causing the latter to suddenly stop when he was about to bring the cigarette to his lips.

He never expected Xiang Guoan to start the topic in this way.

I was thinking about how to respond. The answers of "admit" or "deny" were full of traps.

What does "yes" mean? How can "no" help us get rid of it?

"That day, I saw and heard everything you said to Ding Qiannan.

"

Before Jia Haoyun could reply to Xiang Guoan's words, the sound came again.

This made his body tremble unconsciously, and his fingers picked up the cigarette that had just fallen to the ground, and the tight defense in his mouth relaxed.

Faced with the unknown attitude of his senior brother, he knew that if such a conversation were to get out, the consequences would be disastrous.

"Don't worry, I won't let this matter leak out.

"Xiang Guoan took another puff of his cigarette, stubbed it out, and took out two cigarettes from his pocket, giving one to Jia Haoyun and keeping one for himself.

Then he spoke slowly as he lit a cigarette for the other person.

These days, I am completely immersed in the pressure of this battle.

I was furious when I heard what you said that day.

But now looking back, I really seem stupid and ridiculous. I clearly understood some of their ideas, but I deliberately avoided them.