Reborn in the 70s as a military doctor and meets a special soldier

This is the first time Song Wei has met Sun Ping. He looks very upright and big, but his personality is quite honest and easy-going.

These days, people generally favor boys over girls. The fact that an elder man can take care of his daughter with kind words shows that he has good character.

It's no wonder that Zhang Xiuhui and him are in love.

Zhang Xiuhui took advantage of their meal break to get masks.

"In the past two days, I have asked people in the village to brainstorm ideas and made several. You can see if they are suitable."

As Zhang Xiuhui spoke, she took out a box from the cabinet next to her. She solemnly opened it and found several masks inside.

Lu Jiu looked at everything in front of him calmly, not that he was not curious, but that he had already prepared his mind.

Dongzi had already reported it when he handed over the keys. Dr. Song might go to Qingcun in three days and might give him a ride.

Yesterday was the three-day period, but Song Wei didn't look for him. He thought Song Wei had forgotten about it and never expected to look for him today.

It was precisely because of this that Song Wei came to look for someone, and he didn't even ask why all the way there.

However, although Dongzi had already made a draft for him, Lu Jiu was still a little stunned when he saw Zhang Xiuhui taking out the mask.

I never thought that Song Wei would be so careful, even taking into account the masks of the railway soldiers.

Zhang Xiuhui shared her results with enthusiasm.

"After experiments, we found that making masks is not a strenuous job. It just takes some time to beat the flax and wait for it to dry into thin sheets."

They also tried it on when making it. During the process, they found that if the linen sheet and cotton layer were too thick, it would be difficult to breathe. If it was too thin, they would run around in the coal ash pile and take off the mask. The nostrils would be black, which proves that it is too thick. It doesn't matter if it's too thin. Although Song Wei's draft contains the approximate thickness of the linen sheet and cotton layer, everyone still spent some time and trial and error to determine a unified standard.

While Zhang Xiuhui was explaining, Song Wei had already finished eating the two steamed buns.

She also took the time to praise Zhang Xiuhui's home-made soybean paste for its deliciousness, and it went very well with steamed buns. After she finished praising her, she took the mask for inspection.

The jumping thoughts made Zhang Xiuhui stunned for a while. Only Lu Jiu's eyes were finally stained with a little smile.

Song Wei was unaware and carefully checked the mask.

“How many of these masks can you make in a day?”

Song Wei took a look at the box, which contained about twenty or thirty people. There were nearly fifty thousand railway soldiers and militiamen on the Jin-A line, so the output of masks was very large.

If it takes three or four days to do this, it is obviously unrealistic. They don't have that much time to wait.

Zhang Xiuhui smiled: "It's not difficult to do this process. With the collective efforts of the village, it won't be a problem to produce three to five thousand a day. It's just that the wire is more troublesome..."

At present, domestic gold, silver, copper, iron, cotton gauze, etc. are all war preparation materials. Cotton gauze is available here, but iron wire is not so easy for ordinary people to buy.

The wires for the masks they made were all cut from various objects in the office.

It’s not easy to make these thirty. No more can be collected.

"We will solve this problem. I will be relieved if we can confirm your output. I will take the masks back to the leader for a look. I will tell you when the leader approves."

Song Wei happily took the box of masks away: "If you hurry up, I will definitely be back within three to five days."

Song Wei came and left in such a hurry that it was too late for Zhang Xiuhui to persuade her to stay here for one night.

On the way back, Song Wei held the box and was as excited as a child.

Lu Jiu looked at her calmly and said nothing.

Song Wei, on the other hand, was immersed in the joy of the harvest and said to herself: "Don't underestimate this mask. With it, the railway soldiers will have an extra layer of protection when digging tunnels. This is very meaningful."

There was a hint of helplessness in Lu Jiu's eyes, thinking that they wouldn't be able to use it.

When drilling into the mountain wall, an air gun is used. This air gun is similar to an impact drill, but it is much more powerful.

Generally, when using an air gun, a water pipe must be connected, because huge dust will be produced when the air gun drills into the wall. The water spray produced when the water pipe is connected to the wall can suppress most of the dust.

But connecting the air gun to the water pipe is troublesome, and dust mixed with water will clog the air gun. They have to stop and clean the air gun from time to time, which is very time-consuming.

Using a dry air gun is different. When dust blocks the air gun, you can blow the dust away with just one breath. It also saves the process of pulling the water pipe, and the work efficiency can be greatly improved.

The only disadvantage of using a dry air gun is that dust flies all over the place when drilling into the wall, which is why they are covered in dust every time they come out of the tunnel.

Although they also know that this is very harmful to the body, the word "fast" is enough. After all, they have to rush to get the Jin-A line fully open to traffic before the National Day. Compared with this, everything else can be put back. One release.

It was precisely because of his understanding of the style of the railway soldiers that Lu Jiu was certain that they might not use masks.

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Sure enough, Song Wei took back the mask and sent it to the battalion commander, but the battalion commander was puzzled.

"Isn't this unnecessary taking off your pants and farting?"

"???" Song Wei looked confused.

The battalion commander looked helplessly at the beautiful girl in front of him, and said earnestly: "I know your good intentions, but the railway soldiers are not afraid of death, so how can they be afraid of this dust? Nowadays, there is a shortage of supplies everywhere, and the materials used for masks are There are wires, gauze, and cotton, which are the most in short supply in the country. Instead of using them on unnecessary masks like ours, we should use them in more practical ways. Our railway troops don’t need them.”

This is similar to what Chen Zhan said at the medical station before.

However, Chen Zhan was convinced by her, so what did the battalion commander have to fear? Song Wei was not discouraged at all.

"Battal Commander, I understand your good intentions of saving military expenses and resources for the country, but your decision is not wise. It is true that our railway soldiers are not afraid of hardship, fatigue, and sacrifice, but what about their strong will? They They are just flesh and blood. Their bodies have collapsed. How can they carve through these ten thousand mountains?

Not to mention those little warriors who crawl into tunnels every day, even the phlegm you cough up will be black, right? "

The battalion commander looked a little ugly after hearing this, obviously Song Wei had been right.

Song Wei continued: "No matter which military branch you are in, you should put your health first, especially the railway troops. Our machines are already backward, and even our bodies are broken. How can we achieve the great cause of opening the entire line of our country to traffic?

The Yunnan-Guizhou Railway is waiting for us, the Qinghai-Tibet Railway is waiting for us, and the Tanzania-Zambia Railway is also waiting for us! Roads need to be built in so many places, how can we do it if we don't take care of them?

Although this small mask is very small, it has a huge effect. For example, an ordinary railway soldier only has a 30-year career, but with good protection, it can extend the service time by at least 5-10 years. A mature railway soldier can How many things can be done in 5-10 years? What about the thousands of railroad soldiers?

From this perspective, do you still think protection is unnecessary? "