The boss is a partner of the boss, with a wide network of contacts and a hard relationship. Potash fertilizer in Mahaila and railway construction in Tibet are all his jobs. Eldest brother is from Qingdao. He stayed in Golmud for many years and opened a Bahai restaurant specializing in seafood. We all call him Big Brother, who is very nice, tall, square-faced, loud and straight-talking, like a Liangshan hero.
We are a mixture of good and evil, and we have everything. Pierre, who is addicted to alcohol, dare not kick a fart before drinking, and drinking has become a smell of gunpowder; Xiao Li, with a patch on his shoulder, works like a madman and a fool. Lao Feng of Mengcun is from born to love. Wherever he goes, he stares at a pair of robbery eyes, looking for a woman like a cat looking for the smell of fish, and Niuzhuang's glasses are like a woman. As soon as he started walking, he twisted his ass and spoke so loudly that every time he saw him, he felt like eating a green-headed fly.
A mob, like locusts hungry for three days, entered the restaurant with green eyes and red wings. Brother Shandong presided over the banquet. A bunch of people listened to their mouths. After eating and drinking enough, they patted their bulging stomachs and went back to the hotel near the long-distance bus station to rest.
Early the next morning, I was awakened by a noise, kicked my slippers and ran out to see them. Wu Zhi Lao Wang was unconscious and was carried away by several people on 120. When he went to Rubber Mountain the day before yesterday, he was a little rebellious. His lips were like chewing a purple grape and he was still mumbling. Last night, I sat with Pierre, an alcoholic, and they happily pushed for a change. Who knew I fainted this morning?
I have nothing to do in the morning. Several of us strolled in the street together. I bought some fruits, an insulated traveling kettle, kept a diary and bought some notebooks. It is said that it is a deserted place, and the things in the shops are surprisingly expensive. Everyone who smokes heavily wants to smoke a few cigarettes. Jintang found some butterfly cigarettes at home in a street shop, and several addicts quickly divided them up.
In the evening, we continued to the Mahai work area more than 300 kilometers away. Located in the northwest of Qinghai Province, about100km northwest of Dachaidan Town, not far from the old 3 15 national highway.
Out of the journey to Nancheng, just arrived at the toll booth, the driver in front quarreled with the people at the toll booth again. Car No.1, driven by three eyes, rushed to the front of the team, while "Mommy" Wang, who is in charge of accounting, was at the back of the team. When he ran breathlessly to the toll booth, his red eyes and Qinghai Gawa, who charged, had already made gestures. Seeing that things were getting worse, Xiao Wang hurriedly called Boss He, and the toll station called the Highway Transportation Management Bureau here. It's cold in front, cold in the back and cold in the middle of the night. I fell asleep on the steering wheel with warm air, so I waited until midnight before passing the toll booth.
Go north along 2 15 1 national highway, and arrive at Zhang Wan Yanqiao at 2: 00 midnight, 60 kilometers away from Golmud. Under the illumination of discerning headlights, the white road sparkled, as if she could see her shining body.
Zhang Wan Salt Bridge is a highway built on Chaerhan Salt Lake, all paved with salt. It is said to be a bridge. In fact, there are neither piers nor railings, and the road surface is flat, smooth, open and straight. When the pit is found during maintenance, the road builders only need to scoop up a spoonful of concentrated salt water, and the salt particles will melt and the pit will be as flat as ever. Zhang Wan Salt Bridge is a dazzling pearl in Qaidam Basin.
After Xitieshan, it is Haohanling and Class 14. The motorcade stopped and went like a pregnant bitch. Cars, like people, are alive and kicking at home, and they have a lot of skills, as if they have inexhaustible stupidity. However, as soon as I arrived at the plateau, I wilted, my power dropped, and my troubles occurred frequently. Either the water temperature is high, or the pipe is broken, and even the new tires just changed in Jiaozuo No.3 car burst. I didn't know until I stayed on the plateau for a long time that the pressure difference between the mainland and the plateau was too great. The car has to pull the goods at high altitude for a long time, and it is best to inflate the tires, otherwise it will be easy to puncture!
At noon, I had a meal in Dachaidan, and the sky was covered with thick gray-yellow turbid clouds. In the afternoon, when I walked through the green Shanliang, it snowed again. In the case of a ditch and a ridge, the snow here seems to have forged a hatred with someone, as wild as the sea, trying to drown everything. The cold wind held the sharp skates and stabbed it in the face.
The road was frozen, and the car skidded and couldn't get on. The tires whizzed and the ice melted. The tread is steaming, but it still can't get up. I am impatient. I pulled one from the pile of quilts in the carriage and stuffed it under the tire. The car roared and rushed up.
It was not until the evening that cars came to the potash fertilizer plant in Mahai work area one after another.
This is a big factory with an investment of 100 million yuan, covering a large area. Now it's production while building. From a distance, you can see many workshops of different heights and the same potash piles as the snow-capped mountains.
Under the blue sky, there is an endless Gobi desert. The drooping white clouds are like cotton, and the air is fresh but smells of dust. Opposite the factory is a khaki hill, with no grass and trees, as barren as a beggar. There is no shelter on the Gobi, and the wind blows all day, as if to suck up my poor water.
There is a big temperature difference between morning and evening here. I am a little confused by the sun during the day, but it is a few degrees below zero at night. At this point, it suddenly occurred to me that when I was in Golmud, someone said some jingles, which were dubbed Qinghai Four Monsters:
Mosquitoes in Mahai, wind in cold lake,
A student of Dachaidan, a soldier of Golmud.
The man snapped his fingers and explained to me one by one:
First, the mosquitoes in Mahai are big, like dragonflies, and stupid. When they fall on the body, they will sting, but they can't get rid of it. They beat blood with one hand (damn, they scared me out of killing anyone);
Second, the cold lake is at the tuyere, and there are four monsoons a year. The wind is so strong that it can blow stones all over the floor, and the newly built simple house is blown down as soon as it is lifted.
Third, it is said that all the student dolls in Dachaidan have some unflattering backgrounds, not to mention Golmud. Many years ago, there were 60,000 soldiers in100000 cities.
When I entered Mahai, I took a look. There is nothing but a garage, two dusty Qinghai dolls and a small shop. There is no restaurant, no gas station, no barber shop, only a few heavy dump trucks with green and Gansu license plates roared past, raising dust all over the sky.
We are arranged in a row of tin houses on the east side of the factory, with dormitory, kitchen, warehouse and office in turn from south to north. I live with Captain Huang, the Air Force, Jintang and Lao Feng of Mengcun.
Lao Huang is a native of Zhengzhou, with a public face and medium build. He speaks very slowly, and there is always a "duck feather" in his spoken language.
The Air Force and Jintang are honest and have few hobbies except going to work and sleeping. After the motorcade arrived in Amdo, northern Tibet, the drivers did not know when it was divided into several factions, and some frictions often occurred. The three of us are outsiders and have not joined any "gangs!"
Lao Feng of Mengcun likes playing harmonica and women, and the songs he plays are beautiful and faint, like women's moans at that time. I once worshipped him as a teacher and learned to play the harmonica. Once the car broke down, Iveco of our team went to Golmud to buy parts and stayed in a hotel near the long-distance bus station at night. There is a jiaozi store next to the hotel, which is run by an old couple in Heze. It's cheap, affordable and delicious. Two people asked for a bottle of highland barley wine, a plate of peanuts and two bowls of sour soup jiaozi. I didn't drink it. Most of the bottles went into Lao Feng's stomach.
While walking in the street after supper, his special hobby broke out again. Alcohol and long-standing desire burned his eyes. On the west side of the bus station, there is a row of low-rise houses. We pretended to look around and took a closer look. The faded signboard reads the words "Mengni Hair Salon", and colorful lights wrap it, like a woman's hand, emitting the light of temptation.