The central city of Western Siberia is Tyumen City in Tyumen. It is also called their "oil capital" by the Russians. Just like Daqing City, the Tyumen City established on the plain is neat, clean and rich, with a wide variety of industrial companies, as well as more than a dozen universities and research institutes.

Tyumen also guards Russia's transportation artery, where Siberian railways and strategic highways connecting the inside and outside are intersected.

The collapse of the Soviet Union did not seem to have affected this city in the Far East. The residents still had normal work and rest as usual, working and going to school...

Tyumen Railway Station is also operating as usual. They pick up and drop off thousands of passengers every day and thousands of tons of supplies, which is the largest throughput agency in Western Siberia. This scale may not be as large as a county in China, but considering that Tyumen City only has one-tenth of the population of an ordinary county in China, it can indicate the high proportion of people coming and going.

“Woooooo 1”

The long sound of the train sounded, and two maintenance workers walked out of the duty room of the platform and slowly walked towards the track. The train was to be inspected for hundreds of kilometers. At the same time, they also had to do water supply to ensure sufficient water use on the train. The Siberian Railway was carried out in the form of a luxury hike. With the advent of the Soviet era, all the luxury cars had become special trains for privileged figures, but a series of standards for the operation of the train were still left behind.

"Gavry, go and get the water pipe." The pack chief shouted loudly.

"I understand. Is it a truck? This is the first truck I have entered today? It's a bit more than the number."

"Maybe it was the supplies sent to Moscow again, where it was almost poor. We were all asking China for assistance. Can you imagine it? Russian Federation, hum..."

"Captain, speak carefully."

"What are you afraid of? Are they talking about democracy? I'm talking about democracy." The captain said so, but he still didn't continue. In the Soviet Republic, the more loyal the Russian cities farther away from Moscow were to the Soviet Union, the higher the loyalty to the Soviet Union, Siberia was a typical example. When the news of the collapse of the Soviet Union came, there were crying sounds in the train station. The captain cursed the Moscows more than once, cursing their behavior of abandoning the country for money.

Ironically, because Siberia provided more than 20% of the Soviet grain, Tyumen was well-invested with supplies and the government and commercial organs continued to operate, and few people here went hungry, but instead the Moscow people who were pursuing future and happiness were hungry.

"Zila"

The long-distance train wheels splashed out sparks and took hundreds of meters to stop.

The two inspectors went over and held a wrench and knocked on the wheels. The advanced thing like flaw detector was not a equipment that the Soviets liked.

On the other side of them, two inspectors jumped off the platform and worked carelessly. Whether it was the Soviet Union or Russia, their jobs have been like this for decades. Unlike the European part of the Soviet Union, Siberia has a very small population of 20 Frances, and its population is not as good as Paris. Employment issues are not a problem in Siberia. Almost everyone can find a job, and their lifestyle is completely different from Moscow.

After about ten minutes, they filled the train with water and patted the carriages, and went back to their rooms to rest.

"It's so tired today." Gavry carefully placed his heavy body on the recliner to face the sun, preparing to take a good night's sleep while the weather was still warm. In his experience, the daily workload should be so much.

The whistle of the train is particularly annoying.

Gavry slapped his face with his hands, as if he wanted to drive out the sound.

"Zla..." The sound of the brakes of the train was accompanied by the captain's roar: "Gavry, bring the water pipe."

"So what's wrong?" Gavry woke up in fright, and his voice was loud.

The captain pointed to the front and said, "Come on the Far East, hurry up, you must finish it within 1 o'clock."

"What are you doing in such a hurry?" Gavry muttered, but still got up.

The captain grabbed the tool bag and said, "Because there is a train behind."

"And... how is that possible?" Gavry remembers that it would be quite a lot to get to the station in 30 minutes, and it would not be necessary to have two hours of their turn. So there is plenty of time to take a nap.

"I heard that the train has been added." The captain shook his head, pulled him away.

Gavry followed helplessly, and then did the job just now. He returned to his recliner in a sleeping chair in a daze and said drowsyly: "I don't know what I'm lucky, there are so many things."

"Who knows, there were only such dense trains during the Afghan War in the past." You know, there were only a few trains in the Siberian region. If you want to start intensively, you have to transport them from other places, which is very troublesome." The Afghan War he mentioned was a war initiated by the Soviet Union in the 1970s, lasting for 10 years, with 30,000 casualties, and it was also a battlefield where armed helicopters and stinger missiles shine.

Gavry shuddered, wrapped the blanket that had been prepared on the lounge chair, and frowned and said, "I won't be going to fight again."

The captain shook his head indeterminately and said, "It probably won't be."

But he couldn't say that the Soviet Union had disintegrated. If someone said that the moon would fall from the sky, he might hide.

Go to Tungus.

The train didn't leave them for long to wonder, and the "whimper" whistle sounded again, and Gavry stopped sleeping and stood up in a depressed state.

To his surprise, the train did not stop on the platform, but slowly drove towards the freight yard of Tyumen Station. A group of people could be seen waiting there from a distance, preparing to unload the goods.

"It seems that it's not a war, otherwise the goods would not be unloaded in Tyumen City." The captain breathed a sigh of relief.

"Go and have a look?" Gavry was so energetic that he tightened his collar and headed to the cargo yard without waiting for the captain to answer.

The only one who unloaded the truck was just a few cars, and Jiadu found several seismometers with sharp eyes. Tyumen City was born because of oil and was born because of oil. Everyone was inevitably involved in dealing with the oil industry. Gavry visited seismometers and other things when he was in middle school.

"It seems that the oil field is going to be developed..." Gavry muttered, moving forward and trying to get closer.

"Stop here." A Russian, who looked like a worker, stopped him and pointed to the back and said, "We are going to unload the truck."

Only then did Gavry notice that a freight train had already stopped in the train station and the door of the car was opened.

A jeep painted green slowly poured out with the help of the bow-drawing cart. After the workers behind waited for the seat to be vacated, they rushed up and moved out countless cartons.

"It's canned food." Gavri unconsciously licked his lips. Siberia is not too short of grains, and light industrial products such as canned food are just as scarce.

The Russian worker nodded and said, 'The oil field is remote and lacks food."

"Hey, brother, can you get me a box?"

Gaffer searched all his pockets and found half of the cigarette and stuffed it to the other party.

Locally produced tobacco has a special fragrance and scent, and is also a little famous in the Soviet railway system.

The Russian worker picked up a lit one, nodded and said, "I'll ask you for a while, it will definitely cost money. It's probably not cheap, it's Chinese.

"Please, I'm bringing money." As a railway worker, Gavry often sees products from south to north, and buys them if you have the chance. If you can't use them at home, you can also share them with relatives and friends. Someone is willing to ask for scarce products such as canned food.

The Russian worker climbed into the carriage and asked. After a while, the yellow-skinned Chinese stretched out his head to look at Gavry, and then retracted.

After a while, the Russian workers came out again and said, "The boss agreed." A box of canned food will be sold for 1,000 rubles at most. How many do you want?"

"Just 12 cans." Gavry didn't mean to be picky, so he took out money from the boot and counted it to the other party. When the Soviet Union was booming, he could buy a private car made in East Germany or the Czech Republic. Now he can only buy a canned lion. Everyone has no choice but to spend his monthly salary as much as possible and as soon as possible.

When the transaction is over, the canned food box is placed on the floor with satisfaction, and then asked: "Can others come and buy canned food?"

This question has long been answered, and the Russian worker nodded and said, "You can sell bins. This time."

"This time?"

"Yes."

"Which company's car is this?"

"Dahua Industry."

"Have you ever heard of Russian companies?"

"China."

"China!" Gavry repeated.

At this moment, the "wow" train whistle sounded again and he had to hurry back to the platform to work.

Unlike the previous cars, this time it was a passenger bus.

Gavry looked at teams of yellow-skinned Chinese in surprise, walked off the train, lined up in neat rows on the platform, and shouted loud slogans.

Gavry's pace couldn't help but slow down.

This situation reminded him of many things. When he was a Young Pioneer, oil workers in Tyumen City had to line up every day. Some workers in large factories often held paramilitary training. In the past 10 years, this kind of thing has been hard to see again.

"What are they doing in Tyumen City?" Gavry came to the captain and asked subconsciously.

"Mining oil." The captain's tone was dull and he pointed with his finger.

Gavry walked over to wherever he had been unloaded and was forming a convoy and driving along the bumpy old railway.

Some of these vehicles were made in the Soviet Union and some were made in foreign countries, but most of them were made in China. The various equipment leased by Dahua Industrial includes vehicles and instruments carried on the vehicles.

“Crossing in line.

"Cross in line!" Gavry's unfamiliar Chinese voice rang around the platform.

The cars parked one by one in front of the station, carrying passengers, and drove towards the outside of the city, without any intention of stopping.

Some workers got on the bus quietly, some were shouting slogans and getting on the bus, some were singing songs... The only thing that was the same was a familiar and unfamiliar force in Gavri.

That power, silently surging, surge...

That power made Gavry want to run quickly...

That power seems to be able to touch happiness.
Chapter completed!