On June 1, 1641, light rain.

Sergeant Hans picked his teeth with a toothpick, and walked out of the gate of Zhenyuan Township Railway Station and headed north. I don’t know which guy who got stewed radish at noon was cooked by a man who had been killed. The meat was not rotten at all, which made his already thick teeth full of shredded pork. If he had known, he wouldn’t have eaten this free work lunch, but should have gone to the city to eat a bowl of hot pepper mutton vermicelli soup, which was fragrant and spicy, but much better than this stewed beef that looked like cotton.

"Damn, this South African scalper is not as delicious as the La Plata beef, and it is not as good as the Hump beef transported from New China. It's so fucking untasteful." Sergeant Hans cursed, while turning over and riding a war horse tied to the oak tree next to the railway station. After checking the gear, he rode to the construction site in front.

Last year, he and Fabian both retired from the 4th Company of the Army with both above the rank of soldiers. Fabian returned to his hometown Dingyuan Township as his wish as his job as the Minister of Armed Forces. This was originally a matter of determination. You should know that Fabian is a cadre that the superiors are focused on training. As for him, the former Sergeant Hans was assigned to Zhenyuan Township as the Minister of Armed Forces because he had some old friendship with the "noble" of Zhenyuan Township, Mayor Ouyang, the "noble" of Zhenyuan Township, so he was assigned to Zhenyuan Township as the Minister of Armed Forces.

To be honest, Zhenyuan Township has only one or two thousand people, and they are basically herdsmen who make a living by raising sheep. The work of the armed minister is actually very idle. Just go to the countryside once a year to go to various villages to verify the number of militias in each village with the local militia directors, and then check the training status of the militias. It doesn’t matter if you just lie in the office all day at other times. Of course, if you are caught by Fengji police, you will be in trouble and you may lose your position because of this.

Zhenyuan Township and Shanchang Township are the recruitment sites for the cavalry company. There are many Cossack and Tatan herders in the two places. They have excellent riding skills. The monthly cavalry training is Hans' favorite to watch. However, since the beginning of this year, his only fun has been cancelled. A large number of herders in the two places have been recruited, and they have to go to the Mianmei Line railway construction site to participate in the railway construction with the employees of the Fourth Bureau of Communications and Construction.

Now the southern section of Mianmei Line Railway has been built to Zhenyuan Township, and a station has been set up here. Then the road construction team continued to go north and built seven or eight kilometers in length. The efficiency is still quite good. Hans rode slowly on a war horse, and the tiny raindrops hit his face, making him feel a little cool. It is particularly pleasant. On the side of the road is a straight railway built on a roadbed that is almost flush with the ground. One by one, 12.5-meter-long steel rails are fixedly connected together with iron connections. Perhaps these steel rails have been produced for quite some time, and the surface is rusty. However, they still look quite strong and durable. Compared with the iron-wrapped wood tracks he had seen in the mines at the beginning, they are so strong that they don’t know where they are. The bearing capacity is not of the same level.

A sleeper is fixed at every distance under the rail, which is said to be used to evenly disperse the heavy pressure on the rails onto the entire roadbed. Most of these sleepers are hardwoods from the Xinhuaxia region, and a small part is imported from La Plata, and then fumigated and dried, and used as sleepers. However, the Ministry of Transportation has really occupied too much hardwood resources for construction of railways. This has caused the boss Ding Canlin Ding, who was originally preparing for large-scale merchant ships, to be extremely annoyed and accused the Ministry of Transportation of disregarding the overall situation in public many times. He did not see how tight the national transportation tonnage is at present.

There are a large amount of irregular gravel scattered next to the sleepers, called sieves. It is said that it can effectively absorb the noise generated when the vehicle passes through, and it is also conducive to drainage.

Hans soon arrived at the construction site. At this time, a large number of dirty South African labor workers were working under the supervision of the police of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. Under the command of the employees of the Fourth Bureau of Communications and Construction, they shouted in rhythmic orders and rammed the heavy stones in their hands on the ground. With their efforts, the originally soft mud suddenly became denser, much stronger, and the ground was much flat. Next to the foundation they had rammed, some black labor workers were using big hammers to crush stones. After crushing a large piece of stone, someone next to them swept it into a dustpan with a broom, then poured it on the foundation where the sleepers were fixed, and then spread it evenly.

Below the foundation are excavated drainage ditches. Black laborers are being handed over to the foreman of the Construction Bureau No. 4 to clean up the accumulated water in the ditch, then transport red bricks, gravel and cement to prepare to build a permanent drainage ditches that are not leaking. However, the rainfall in the sky has destroyed a lot of their labor results. They must constantly drain the accumulated water in the ditch, then quickly level the bottom of the ditch, and then build the canal.

Since it is close to a small river, the annual rainfall is also quite high, about 1,000 mm, so the groundwater level is very high. In addition, it has been raining since last night, so the accumulated water in this section of the ditches has directly exceeded its ankles and is not far from its knees. South African workers wade through the cold rain with barefoots, and then scoop the accumulated water in the ditches into the wooden barrel next to it. The rain is getting heavier outside, and many of them have their lips turned blue, and their feet have been soaked in the water for a long time have been soaked white and peeled off on a large scale. Many of their feet have been soaked and limped when walking.

However, these workers did not dare to be lazy or complain, because the police officers of the Ministry of Internal Affairs who were wearing tart cloth raincoats and sabers hanging around their waists were staring at them coldly. They were also very cold, and the heat exhaled from many people's mouths condensed into white mist in the air, but they seemed to vent their resentment on the South African workers working in front of them. It seemed that these people were causing them to tossing in the wild in such cold rainy weather.

In the morning, several South African labor workers who were not active in their work or complained were dragged by these policemen of the Ministry of Internal Affairs who acted as supervisors and beaten up. The screams were vaguely heard hundreds of meters away. Now these unlucky guys with blood on their bodies are thrown aside by these policemen like rags, and they don’t know if they are dead. Several military dogs walked around them, smelling their bodies from time to time, which made the workers working on the side feel terrified and their movements were accelerated a little.

Hans threw the reins to a policeman from Zhenyuan Police Station next to him, and then carried a food box and went straight to a wooden awning next to him. Several people sat under the awning, leading the lead was Wang Dajian from the Zhenyuan Branch of the Northwest Reclamation Bank. Since the Government Affairs Council issued a document requiring Dingyuan Township, Miannong Township, Zhenyuan Township, Meilingang and other local agencies, enterprises and employees who were close to the railway, to take turns to work on the road construction site, so it is not surprising to see Wang Dajian here.

Wang Dajian was sitting carelessly on a magistrate chair, with his two subordinates on the side. Among them, Zhou Dahe was holding a piece of paper in his hand, as if reporting something to him, while another young man Anderson was holding a knife next to him to cut a coconut transported from New China.

"On-site office work, Wang Dajian, is really dedicated." Hans said with a smile on German-style Chinese, then put a wooden food box in his hand on the table and said, "The mutton vermicelli soup, steamed dumplings and grilled lamb chops I brought from the city, are all hot, eat it quickly."

Anderson, a boy who was cutting coconut, cheered and snatched the food box directly, opened the lid, and sniffed the steamed steamed dumplings, saying intoxicatedly: "My favorite leek fresh meat dumplings, um, there are shrimps and meat residues inside, it's so fragrant."

Wang Dajian slapped Anderson on the neck and cursed, "Baby, I know how to eat it, it's the same bad habit as your father back then." After that, he smiled at Hans again: "Then I'm not polite. Grandma, I'm so cold like ice in this broken place where the air leaks everywhere, and the cold wind whizzes into the collar. It's better to eat a bowl of hot soup to warm your body. Xiao Zhou, come and eat it together, otherwise it will be eaten by Anderson, a mixed boy. After you two, go dig a drainage ditches. We have only completed one-third of our mission today, so don't delay it until tomorrow."

Zhou Dahe responded, brought a wooden pier to sit down, and then started lunch with Wang Dajian and Anderson. Sergeant Hans smiled, took out a pipe from his pocket, and then lit a bag of tobacco from Wang Dajian's bag on the table, then leaned against the wooden beam of the awning, and looked at the distance steadily.

A track carriage pulled by two horses slowly came from the southern horizon. The carriage walked smoothly on the track, with heavy steel rails placed on the flatbed carriage, which looked about ten kilometers per hour, neither fast nor slow. The steel flange wheels rubbed against the track and made a rumbling noise, and every time they passed the gap between the two rails, it made a "clang" sound. The carriage quickly approached the finish line, the driver pulled down the brake hand brake, and a harsh metal friction sound was made between the steel wheels and the rails. After sliding for a distance, the track carriage accurately stopped on the last paved rail, showing the driver's superb skills.
Chapter completed!