Chapter 264: Invasion

(Ad-free reading of codenamed 985 novel)

Prepare for war and famine for the people, good people and good horses to the third line!

Han Aimin returned to the 985 factory that he had been dreaming of, not wanting to be laid off again, not wanting to be displaced. He wanted to change his life, and even more, change his destiny.

PS: This book is also known as "Rebirth 1987", extremely exciting, taking you back to the passionate years.

"The sixth set of radio gymnastics begins now. Stretching exercises, prepare! One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, two, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight..." (or download for ad-free reading)

"Aimin, Aimin, wake up!"

"Teacher Han! Teacher Han!"

"Stop shouting, hurry up and send Teacher Han to the hospital!"

"Who knows if any bones are broken? Don't move him around, call the hospital!"

Han Aimin was awakened by the successive shouts. He opened his eyes and saw familiar yet strange faces surrounding him, each one more nervous than the last. Immediately afterward, a burning, sharp pain struck his elbows and knees.

"Aimin is awake, make way." A man in his forties asked urgently, relieved: "Aimin, are you okay?"

If he wasn't dreaming, the person in front of him should be his former colleague and old brother Zhong Jianyu. He was a military cadre transferred to the 985 factory. Because he didn't understand technology and the factory didn't lack political cadres, he was assigned to be a political teacher at the children's middle school.

The young woman in a plaid spring shirt behind Zhong Jianyu was surnamed Liu, called Liu Pingping. She was both a child of the 985 factory and a classmate of the third sister from kindergarten to junior high school. She graduated from high school, but because she didn't get into college, the factory assigned her to be an English teacher at the children's middle school. But she didn't have cadre status, nor was she a formal employee, but belonged to the "big collective worker" whose wage treatment was one grade lower than formal employees...

"Aimin, look at my hand!" Zhong Jianyu didn't know what Han Aimin was thinking, raised his finger, and moved it in front of Han Aimin's eyes.

The sharp pain from his elbows and knees, the familiar faces in front of him, and the familiar melody of the sixth set of radio gymnastics outside made Han Aimin realize that this was not a dream. He hurriedly said: "Teacher Zhong, I'm fine."

"Really fine?"

"Really fine, I... I want to sit alone for a while." (Website transcoding content is incomplete, exit transcoding page or download for better experience, faster updates, please come to experience)

"Looks like you were stunned by the fall. Look at your feet when going downstairs in the future. You sit first, I'll go pour you a glass of water."

"No need, I'm not thirsty."

Liu Pingping asked with concern: "Aimin, do your arms and legs hurt? Do you want to go to the hospital and let the third sister take a look?"

Han Aimin braced himself and pretended to be calm: "It doesn't hurt, no need to go to the hospital."

"Can you stand?"

"Yes."

"Stand up and walk two steps."

"Okay."

Han Aimin knew very well that she wouldn't be at ease if he didn't move his legs and feet, and he really wanted to figure out if he was dreaming, so he simply endured the sharp pain, stood up, and walked out of the familiar teachers' office, leaning on the tables and chairs.

Looking up, mountains surrounded, peaks undulating, ancient trees towering, full of green.

Looking down from the building, the children were doing radio gymnastics in an orderly manner. On the left was the elementary school, and he could clearly see his nephew Junjun standing in the third row on the far left, doing exercises in the front.

Looking along the winding mountain road at the school entrance, not far away was the residential area. His home was in Building 17, District 1, and further ahead was District 2. The assembly workshop was behind the factory building, the workshop for producing and processing gun barrels and recoil devices was in a large karst cave on the hillside, and his eldest sister and the others had to take a cable car to work in the workshop every day...

That's right!

This was the "home" and old unit 985 factory located in the deep mountains, affiliated with the Fifth Ministry of Machine-Building Industry. For confidentiality reasons, the project code and design code at the time of construction were 985, so it was called 985 factory, externally called State-owned Shuanghe Machinery Factory, abbreviated as Shuanghe Factory. It couldn't be found on the map, and there was no mailing address. Outsiders who wanted to send letters could only send them to "Mountain City Box 6015". (or download for ad-free reading)

If his memory wasn't confused, before waking up, he was revisiting the dilapidated factory area alone. The once bustling large factory building was full of abandoned and collapsed houses, overgrown with weeds. It was hard to imagine that the once prosperous factory was now empty, with broken walls and ruins.

The once clean and tidy walls were already mottled; the once familiar steps were covered with moss and weeds; the bustling meeting place, with thousands of wooden chairs, although still in the same arrangement as that year, was already covered with dust and dirt. Because it was located in a deep mountain valley at the junction of Yu and Qian provinces, it was rarely visited by people, and it was so cold and dilapidated that it could be used to film horror movies.

But now, everything had returned to its original state!

Han Aimin felt it was so unreal, subconsciously looking at the blackboard newspaper on the wall on the first floor. The blackboard newspaper was written by Teacher Zhong Jianyu, and the handwriting was as beautiful as ever, making him, a normal school graduate from Mountain City's First Normal School, feel ashamed. But what he was concerned about now was the date at the signature, which was March 6, 1987.

Did he really travel through time?

Did he return to 1987?

Han Aimin was confused and couldn't believe it was true. He couldn't care about the sharp pain in his arms and knees and braced himself to continue walking forward.

The radio gymnastics were finished, and the children returned to their respective classrooms in line as usual. (or download for ad-free reading)

A child ran out of the queue and said happily: "Uncle, my dad is going to transport cannons to the train station at noon, and my mom is working overtime today and won't come down the mountain at noon. They told me to go to the cafeteria to eat with you at noon!"

It didn't feel like a dream, what dream could be so real...

Han Aimin steadied his mind and asked inexplicably: "Where is Chenchen?"

"I don't know, he should have returned to the classroom."

"Go ask him after class, whether to go home to eat or go to the cafeteria with us."

"Okay, I'm going to class first."

"Go, listen carefully!" (or download for ad-free reading)

"I know."

Chenchen was the second sister's child, born early, and started first grade at six. As an uncle, Han Aimin had to help his sisters and brothers-in-law take care of the children, just as his sisters had taken care of him back then.

Watching his eldest sister's son Junjun leave, Han Aimin suddenly remembered one thing.

His eldest brother-in-law Huang Haishan was also a child of the 985 factory. He joined the army after graduating from junior high school. After being demobilized, he was assigned by the factory to the security section as an economic policeman. The security section also had the sign of the public security section, accepting dual leadership from the factory and the Mountain City Public Security Bureau. The section chief and security officers were both factory security cadres and public security police. And economic policemen were drawn from various workshops, all young and strong employees, not cadres. Their uniforms were different, and they couldn't carry guns like cadres.

Because his eldest brother-in-law had been a soldier and joined the party very early, and was a child of the 985 factory with a red background, he was highly valued by the leaders of the security section. Since last year, he had been acting as the deputy captain of the economic police team, not only wearing the uniform of a public security policeman but also equipped with a Type 54 pistol.

This year, the factory decided to transfer him to a cadre position, and the procedures were almost finished, just waiting for the last official seal. At this juncture, he led a team to carry out the task of transporting two howitzers to the train station. Because the hook of a truck towing the cannon broke, the cannon fell into the cliff.

If it were a few years earlier, the factory would have been efficient, producing hundreds of large-caliber artillery pieces for the country a year. One damaged cannon wouldn't have been a big deal.

However, now was not the past.

Although the front line of the old mountain was still fighting, the demand for artillery was not as high as in previous years. Reform and opening up, the country wanted to engage in economic construction, and superiors required military enterprises like the 985 factory to transform. Military orders were becoming fewer and fewer. Such a large factory couldn't produce a few cannons a month, and you still damaged one. This was a major safety accident!

If this problem wasn't solved quickly, everyone involved in transporting the artillery would be held accountable, and his eldest brother-in-law's transfer to a cadre position would be ruined like before.

If he couldn't transfer to a cadre, he could only continue to be an economic policeman. After the factory moved to Chengdu, the provincial capital of Xichuan, the economic police would be abolished, and he would have to wear a security uniform to become a security guard, and then wait for reform after reform, and all that awaited him would be being laid off. And those security section cadres who transferred to cadre positions had two choices when the factory moved out of the deep mountains: either go to Chengdu to continue being security cadres, or stay and be transferred to the Jiang County Public Security Bureau to become local public security police.

His eldest brother-in-law had been looking forward to becoming a formal public security policeman. Han Aimin didn't want his eldest brother-in-law's dream to be shattered, so he immediately endured the pain and walked out of the campus, limping toward the assembly workshop.

"Pingping, where is Aimin going?" Zhong Jianyu stood on the second floor, looking at Han Aimin's back, puzzled.

Liu Pingping thought for a while and whispered: "He should be going to the hospital, he fell quite hard just now."

"What about his class?"

"I'll go to Class 2 and see, if it really doesn't work, I'll swap classes with him."

"He has two classes in the morning, and one at the technical school!" Zhong Jianyu reminded.

The 985 factory had more than 3,000 formal employees, and including family members, there were tens of thousands of people. Because it was far from the county town, employees and family members came from all over the country, so they could only run their own kindergartens, elementary schools, junior high schools, and even a technical school.

The kindergarten was on the residential area side, the elementary and middle schools were in a large courtyard, and the technical school was next door.

The technical school didn't have full-time teachers like elementary and junior high schools. It only had a principal and a dean. The cultural teachers for Chinese, mathematics, physics, etc., were drawn from the children's middle school, and the professional teachers for mechanical drawing, etc., were drawn from the technical section and other departments. The practical training teachers were concurrently held by old masters from various workshops.

Most of the technical school students were children of the factory, and there were also connections from the county and brother military enterprises. The schooling system was three years, and after graduation, most were arranged to work in various workshops of the factory, and some were arranged to factories supporting the 985 factory. Those factories were in the Mountain City area and were also third-line military enterprises affiliated with the Fifth Ministry of Machine-Building Industry.

Liu Pingping thought of Han Aimin going to the technical school to teach mathematics today, and hurriedly said: "Teacher Zhong, I'll call Principal Wu to help Aimin ask for a day off and ask Principal Wu to adjust the curriculum."

"You go to class first, I'll call Principal Wu."

"Alright."

Han Aimin was confused, not knowing whether everything in front of him was illusory or real, only knowing that even if it were illusory, he couldn't let his eldest brother-in-law have regrets. For a moment, he forgot that he was a physics teacher at the 985 factory children's middle school and a mathematics teacher at the 985 factory technical school.

Back then, the third-line construction required "relying on mountains, dispersion, and concealment".

The choice of the 985 factory site absolutely met this principle. The factory area stretched for several kilometers, surrounded by mountains and forests, and the workshops were built in several mountain valleys, occasionally seeing village houses dotted among the mountains. Uniform blue-brick large workshops were distributed in the bushes, and there were many air-raid shelters. It is said that when selecting the site back then, they invited the Air Force to arrange for planes to circle overhead to confirm that it was sufficiently concealed before finally choosing to build the factory area here.

The mountain road was not easy to walk. Han Aimin rushed to the assembly workshop, panting and sweating profusely.

Machines were roaring in the workshop, but they were no longer producing cannons, but producing civilian products such as car wheels, mufflers, metal fuel tanks, and hydraulic large pliers in accordance with the superior's requirements of "protecting the military and transforming to civilian, combining military and civilian".

Because civilian orders were relatively mixed, unlike before when they only made cannons, the large workshop was divided into several work areas.

Han Aimin greeted the familiar uncles and brothers along the way and came to his second brother-in-law Zhang Shengbing, who was busy.

"Aimin, why do you have time to come here? Don't you have to teach students today?" Zhang Shengbing was surprised by his brother-in-law's arrival, put down his tools, and picked up a rag to wipe his hands.

"Second brother-in-law, I'm looking for my eldest brother-in-law. Have you seen him?"

"You should go to the security section to find Haishan, what are you doing coming to me?"

"Junjun said he is sending cannons today."

"What does his sending cannons have to do with you?" Zhang Shengbing asked with a smile.

Han Aimin didn't know how to explain for a moment, and could only say: "I want to see the cannons."

"What's so good about looking at cannons? It's not like you haven't seen them before." As long as they were children of Factory 985, the thing they were least interested in was cannons, because they had lived in the factory area where cannons were produced since they were young and had long been tired of seeing them. Zhang Shengbing thought of his brother-in-law often corresponding with a female classmate from the normal school and couldn't help but laugh and ask: "Aimin, are you missing your girlfriend? Are you planning to take a ride on the cannon delivery truck to Shancheng to see your girlfriend?"

"No, besides, my eldest brother-in-law will only send the cannons to the train station, and won't go to Mountain City."

"You don't even know how to lie. Men should marry and women should marry, what's wrong with falling in love." Zhang Shengbing smiled, patted him on the shoulder and said: "Aimin, I think you've become stupid from reading books. Learning is important, but you also need to combine work and rest."

"Brother-in-law, what do you mean by that?"

"Cannons aren't delivered to the troops just because they are assembled. They must first be pulled to the shooting range behind the mountain for test firing. Haishan should be behind the mountain. You have to wait for the test firing, and wait for the military representative to sign before he can pull the cannons to the train station for loading."

Too much time had passed, and Han Aimin really forgot about the test firing before delivery, and said with some embarrassment: "Second brother-in-law, you go ahead, I'll go to the back mountain to find my eldest brother-in-law."

"How did you come?"

"Walked here."

"Looking at the mountain and running the horse to death, how long will it take to walk over? Wait, I'll go ask the director for leave and drive a motorcycle to send you over."

His second brother-in-law was the only son in his family. His parents were both cadres in the factory, and plus his second sister, the four people in his family earned money, so their economic conditions were the best. Last year, he bought a Jialing motorcycle, and he didn't know how many people envied him.

Who would be stupid enough to climb the mountain if they could take a motorcycle?

Han Aimin followed the trend.

Teachers, whether in the local area or in the 985 factory, although their wage treatment was not high, were still respected professions.

The workshop director figured out the situation and very readily approved Zhang Shengbing for half an hour of leave. (Welcome!!!)

Zhang Shengbing took him out of the workshop, rode the motorcycle, and along the mountain road with lush mountains on one side and cliffs on the other, sent him to the shooting range by the river beach. ===== CHAPTER 265 =====