Return to the red age

The donkey cart carried the two people to the village headquarters. The village party secretary looked at the people and sighed in his heart, this is all nonsense. At this time, the village party secretary knew everyone in the village.

"Let's go." The village party secretary couldn't say anything more, and he complained a little in his heart. There are so many literate people there? Those who can read have already taught in schools, and are they still working as handymen?

There were two donkey carts in a village. Liu Hai felt that it was warmer when he walked down, but when he saw everyone sitting on wheat straw, he also sat down.

After walking for more than an hour, I saw a main road, but there were no cars on the road. Everyone was waiting here.

After waiting for almost an hour, two buses appeared.

"Don't bring the straw up."

"Get in line, hurry up, throw your things on the roof of the car." The conductor was holding a wooden box, with tickets on the opened lid and money inside.

"Come up, come up, hurry up." A man in a Chinese tunic suit said quickly.

"This is Director Wang from the county. You have to listen to Director Wang." The village party secretary said.

Liu Hai and his colleagues got on the car one after another, throwing their luggage and other things on the roof of the car. There were people everywhere in the car.

Liu Hai saw it. This was bus No. 345, from Pingchang North to Xinjiekou (I didn’t know if it was correct, so I checked this. At that time, the buses in the suburbs were all in three digits.)

Bangs felt uncomfortable. First, I was driving very fast because there was no car.

But the roads are not very good, and there are people vomiting, including people with chickens and dogs. Some people also vomit when they open the window, not to mention the smell that blows in.

Liu Hai let his thoughts go, thinking about how to go to the third brother's territory in 1962. He used to think that this idea was unreliable, but now he feels that it is very possible.

Liu Hai had a rough plan. First, find an open space and let the F35 take off vertically. Although the combat radius of vertical takeoff is only 400 kilometers, he can pull it down up to 800 kilometers one way.

Then I change planes in the air, hover at a certain altitude first, then return to the aircraft carrier space, and change to an F35 aircraft with an auxiliary fuel tank. Even if it stalls out at high altitude, it will be fine. Ignition at an altitude of several thousand meters is no problem.

"It is almost more than 3,000 kilometers from Kyoto to Delhi. The F35 with auxiliary fuel tanks can reach more than 2,000 kilometers in a single flight. There is still a lot to do. The first is to familiarize yourself with the take-off and operation of the F35 in the aircraft carrier space. This is not Difficulty. The second is the biggest difficulty. What should we drop here? Bombs are fine, but the aircraft carriers all carry laser-guided bombs and air-to-surface missiles, which is obviously inappropriate."

"The fragments of these things are priceless, even TNT, because modern explosives are much more advanced than this time."

"Nalotal bombs? Thermobaric bombs are a bit too cruel, but there are still several years to go. It's best to find some ammunition that is in line with the times." Liu Hai was thinking about something in his mind, and he felt much better.

"Also, Lao Maozi, we have to find a way. Pakistan's handicraft workshops can make weapons, let alone yourself. RPG can still be used. If you can't use the gas tank demolition machine, put more explosives in this thing, and it will also destroy the people in the tank. Shocked to death, because in the Middle East, the most deadly roadside bombs were not directly killed, but shocked to death." Suddenly, a loud roar made Liu Hai wake up.

"You have to vomit far away, because you have to eat so much in the car."

"Next time I see you, get out of here." The conductor looked over and saw that someone had vomited on the outside of the car. There was a big stain on the outside of the car. He stood up and cursed.

Liu Hai knows that the conductor's virtue in this era can really make you get out, and don't press him when you enter the restaurant, otherwise the waiters and cooks will come out to make fun of you. Later, there will be photos, and you are not allowed to beat the customers at will.

After shaking for more than an hour, my bangs were okay, but the other people in the car vomited when they got off.

"Fine!" Several aunts wearing red sleeves hurried over.

Some of them were still unsteady on their feet after getting off the bus, which attracted unbridled ridicule from others around them.

"Come from the country."

"I've never been in a car."

"The most unqualified person."

In Xinjiekou, most of the buildings here are low. At first glance, they are only five or six stories high at most.

Officer Wang led more than thirty people and walked eastward along Xinjiekou.

"This is a hotel."

"This is a bathhouse."

"Department store."

The group of people did not take a car and passed through Deshengmen East Street, Andingmen West Street, Andingmen East Street, and then turned right outside Dongzhimen.

"Come on, everyone, listen up. Let's draw lots and enter whatever factory we catch."

"When I came here, I believe the party secretary made it clear that everyone should work hard to contribute to the country. This is a political task. Anyone who comes back halfway will be a deserter." Officer Wang said loudly.

On the other side, there were some workers in work clothes, looking at the newcomers in small groups, and some even laughed inexplicably.

"This steel rolling mill, this is your letter of certification." Officer Wang asked the person's address and name. After filling it out, he pointed the person who drew the lot to the steel rolling mill.

This person also didn't know the alphabet. He looked at the workers in work clothes, then looked at himself, and walked over slowly. Unexpectedly, he walked past and went to the milk factory, because milk factory also has three characters.

"We've passed here." A few old workers from the steel rolling mill laughed and led the man over.

Bangs is speechless, this trend...

Liu Ershi, who came all the way from Liu Hai, went to the milk factory. This guy has a weak character and will probably be bullied.

"You, the motorcycle factory." Liu Hai said the address and name after drawing lots. Officer Wang filled them in on the spot and typed the official seal below.

Liu Hai came to two people in the motorcycle factory. The blue cotton clothes worn by these workers basically had no patches. On the contrary, Liu Hai's whole body was covered with patches.

"Reading?" The two of them were watching the fun here. When they saw Liu Hai standing in front of them, they asked quickly.

"I know Che." Liu Hai replied with three words, thinking in his mind, should he connect with other people and then everyone go back together? You can eat and drink by yourself and have things to do, so why come to the factory? Suffer?

"Bangs, are you strong?" The two of them picked up the certification letter in Liu Hai's hand and asked.

"have."

At this time, another guy from the motorcycle factory came. He was older and wore better clothes than bangs.

"Two old masters, smoke." Notwithstanding his good looks, this guy also knew how to get things done. He picked up a pack of cigarettes and handed them to the two pickers. As for his bangs, they were ignored.

"Yang Guangdong, not bad." The two picked up the certificate and read it. The man's name was Yang Guangdong.

"Please ask the two masters to take more care of you in the future." Yang Guangdong took out another one each.

"Yes, yes."

"You're welcome."

Then the third man from the motorcycle factory came. This tall and thick man had a slight squint and looked like he was glaring at others.

"Follow us. Our factory is located on Xiejie Street outside Dongzhimen. We manufacture three-wheeled motorcycles."

"Opposite our factory is the steel rolling mill."