Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

Yang Rui's participation really drew a burst of warm welcome.

In Nanhu City, Yang Rui still has some fame. Just talking about his status as the No. 1 student in the college entrance examination can attract the attention of many people in this era.

In the 1980s and 1990s, many provinces and cities would promote the concepts of Zhuangyuan County and Zhuangyuan Township. The earliest college entrance vocational schools were not fake military schools like Hengshui High School, but some counties with excellent college entrance examination scores attracted people from other countries. students in the county.

For the villagers in Xizhaizi Township and nearby villages, the identity of Yang Rui from the Yang family has added a halo.

The secretary of the township party committee is not a high-ranking position. The work of Yang Shan and Yang Feng has long been known to the local people. Yang Rui's every move is always a good talking point in this era of lack of leisure and entertainment activities.

Furthermore, college students themselves are attractive enough.

For example, the word "female college student" has almost evolved into an urban legend, so that some people have worked hard to save money for half a year, just to play with a female college student. If it is a female student at Peking University, it is even more expensive to save money for a year or two. Neither is necessarily enough. Not to mention that the female college student who played in the end was a professional female college student of Peking University Qingniao, at least it shows that female college students are a sensitive nerve in many people's minds, so sensitive that it is worth several months of hard work.

The aura of male college students is not so dazzling.

Yang Rui put on the overalls and pushed the wheelbarrow, but he was only teased by the people around him. Most of his attention was soon transferred to the propaganda team, the radio and chatting.

Yang Rui followed suit and was quickly attracted by the singing and dancing show of the propaganda team.

He has always disliked the radio, he is used to the multimedia of the later generations, and now he is returning to the era of the radio, and the radio era of the host with a high-pitched voice, Yang Rui is very uncomfortable.

Chatting is not suitable for the present. If he turns on the chat mode, he will either be asked about the color of his underwear by the people around him, or it will become meaningless science. Moreover, the possibility of the former is ninety percent.

The performance of the publicity team made Yang Rui feel refreshed.

The intangible cultural heritage that the governments of later generations like to promote is now too common. Any production team can find a few people playing big drums, playing red flags, and dancing yangko.

Of course, not everyone is eligible to perform in the publicity team. From Yang Rui's point of view, performance seems to be a means of reward.

But no matter how the propagandists are selected,

For Yang Rui, it's like enjoying a national performance while working.

It's a little more tiring than sitting in a big theater, but considering the fitness and musical performances at the same time, this level of compulsion seems to be quite high.

Yang Rui was thinking wildly while running around pushing the cart.

No matter it is stone or sand, branch or trunk, anyway, if someone shouts, he pushes it over, pulls it back and unloads it in the yard.

The gongs and drums are loud.

Flags fluttered.

From dawn to work, when the sun rose, the hundreds of meters long mountain road appeared in its infancy.

"Half an hour's rest!" Comrade Yang Shan, who was in the temporary headquarters in the col, picked up the loudspeaker, stood on a big bluestone, and roared in full spirit.

Several production team leaders immediately picked up their loudspeakers and shouted at the same time: "Half an hour rest!"

With a "boom", Yang Rui knocked the trolley to the ground.

His job is simple, that is, pushing the car back and forth on the dirt road that has been repaired. It is a relatively easy job. Even so, Yang Rui is still hot and sweaty, and he is more tired than bench pressing 100 times. Feel.

The other villagers also left their tools in twos and threes, some sat down on the spot, some hooked their shoulders and continued the nasty joke just now, and some didn't stop working, still burying their heads in hard work.

"Youth commando of Lijia Village, work for another ten minutes!" A roar exploded halfway up the mountain.

Yang Rui looked over subconsciously, and saw about twenty or thirty "ants" at the front of the mountain road, all standing up straight, holding up tools and yellow-painted and red-bottomed flags, waving desperately.

At the same time, a more orderly roar came down: "Lijia Village Youth Commando, work for another ten minutes!"

"Li Family Village Youth Commando, work for another ten minutes!"

"Li Family Village Youth Commando, work for another ten minutes!"

After shouting loudly, a group of people worked hard again, singing while doing:

"Split the Taihang Mountains, and the Zhang River passes through the mountains. The people of Lin County have great ambitions, and they are determined to rearrange the mountains and rivers..."

Looking up at the figure at the front of the dirt road, Yang Rui felt a lot of strength in his tired body.

"Huangjiaji vanguard, work for another quarter of an hour!"

On the other side of the col, a louder roar came.

Everyone's eyes turned unconsciously, and saw a team of more than a dozen people gathered together, waving a red flag together, as if they were fighting the opponent.

Several members of the publicity team were immediately aroused, and after discussing with each other, the drums and gongs became lively again.

"Basic militia team of Nanhu Power Supply Bureau, come on!"

There was a sound in his ear, which made Yang Rui's ears buzz.

But it was a group of young people in uniforms, shouting and rushing past him.

Yang Rui suddenly became Spartan.

The villagers of Lijiacun and Huangjiaji are so brave that they can still understand that they are anxious to power themselves up. What is your Nanhu Power Supply Bureau anxious about? Or the basic militia...

The young people from the basic militia team of the Nanhu Power Supply Bureau rushed up the mountainside, but they were actually a little confused.

Everyone is actually very tired, okay?

A thirty-minute break doesn't delay anything.

Oh, why do we have to run up, climbing the mountain is very tiring, running halfway up the mountain is simply **** ah!

"Self-reliance!"

"Unity!"

"Hard work!"

"Not afraid of difficulties!"

"Dedication!"

Qingyue's child's voice, mixed with some unharmonious duck voices, shouted slogans at the foot of the mountain.

Yang Rui didn't even need to look to know that it was the students of the "Young Pioneers" who were excited. The tone of their voices was changing, and with the catchphrases, they were not in the middle class at all.

"Young people are easy to be impulsive." Yang Rui sighed, but he also bent down and lifted the trolley, and pushed it forward unhurriedly.

Although he has a rich net worth, although he can afford a lot of engineering equipment, and although he can develop a variety of brand-new technologies, what is most needed for infrastructure construction in the mountains is never technology, but sweat drop by drop.

The power line from Nanhu City to Xixiang Development Zone is full of undulating mountains all the way. Whether it is the transported utility poles and cement, or the deep pit dug out on the spot, it can only be done by manpower.

In such an environment, excavators and cranes, which are common in later generations, cannot even enter the site, and it is impossible to build a road for them. With this effort, the power lines have already been installed.

Just because it's easier to erect power lines than to build roads doesn't mean the job itself is easy.

Just thinking about transporting a two-meter-high telegraph pole into the mountain and moving it up to a mountain beam tens of meters or hundreds of meters high can make people gasp. The temporary road built to go up the mountain is even more dangerous. .

However, China's infrastructure is accumulated bit by bit in this way.

In the 1980s in Europe and the United States, large-scale infrastructure construction has been basically completed, and the future generations enjoy the achievements of the predecessors. Naturally, they can sit in the office and talk about the value of life, the fate of labor, and natural protection, completely forgetting the Chinese laborers on both sides of the Pacific Railway. Dead bodies, and vanished bison populations.

The Chinese in the 1980s were far from being hypocritical.

In fact, the Chinese people in the 1980s were able to fight without hypocrisy because their ancestors paid for it with their lives.

The same developing countries, such as Kenya, want to do some large-scale infrastructure construction, feed their citizens, educate their children and grandchildren, occasionally enjoy the benefits of modern society, and eat some American-style steaks. French red wine, catch two big fish and eat raw...

But they can't.

In order not to affect the various nature reserves that have been built, any form of infrastructure construction in Kenya is very laborious, and it is a compliment to describe it as half the effort.

Regardless of whether it is a railway or a transmission line, construction in Kenya must first pass various environmental impact assessment projects, and they are high-standard environmental assessment projects formulated by Europe or the United States.

These environmental impact assessment projects inevitably force all kinds of engineering detours, not to mention increasing the cost, but also infinitely increase the difficulty and time of the project. Flat roads are not allowed to go, tunnels are not allowed to be built, bridges are light without getting wet, and transportation and logistics during construction are even more catastrophic.

Even so, large-scale infrastructure construction will still be blocked everywhere. Local environmental protection organizations from Europe, America or Africa can still ignore what the legal EIA says. They only care about whether the mother fox can feed her three little foxes.

As for whether the human mother in downtown Nairobi can feed her three children, that is a matter for the Human Protection Organization. There are dedicated persons responsible for each task, which can be called a great system.

Because of such a great system, Kenya has never built a railway since 1902. During this period, some local politicians wanted to promote this matter, and finally gave up for the rights and interests of the people of the world and for the nature reserves of the people of the world. up.

In the final analysis, it is their blood shed and their efforts not enough.

The Chinese don't need to travel through time and space, just read their own history, and they can see the plight of the Kenyans.

The environment naturally needs to be protected, but whoever is sacrificed to protect it requires bloodshed, struggle and sacrifice.

After the Chinese have paid their own blood, struggle and sacrifice, they have the freedom to protect themselves or protect animals, and they have the freedom to take the high-speed rail in Yunnan@South, go to Kenya to see zebras, and go to Myanmar to play with snakes.

In contrast, it was not until 2015 that Kenya began to build the first railway in a century, and it was the Chinese who were as poor and backward as they were 30 years ago who were responsible for the construction.

And 30 years later, the Chinese will be qualified to build railways of great economic and political value on the land of other countries, relying on the thick calluses on the shoulders of their ancestors and the pain of the tiger's mouth.

"Li Family Village Youth Commando, come on!"

"Huang family vanguard, stick to it!"

"Nandian Militia, never stop!"

On both sides of the col, roaring all day long.

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