Chapter 567: Oil Has Been Struck

In his past life, He Yuzhu studied mechanics, and one of his professors came from Saertu; during class, he often spoke of how beautiful the scenery was there.

He never imagined that in this life, Man Yatou would actually use her own skills to calculate this treasure land! It was simply a miracle.

"Brother Zhuzi, is this place... not right?" Man Yatou looked up at him, her eyes filled with a hint of anxiety.

He Yuzhu took a deep breath, suppressing the surging waves in his heart, and said in a low voice, "It's not that it's not right, it's too right! I've repeatedly studied your model, and this is exactly the highest point of the rock formation uplift; drilling from here could not be more appropriate."

Man Yatou set the well location, and Yang Fu personally went to survey it for the better part of the day, ultimately unable to find a single fault.

That night, Yang Fu brought the professional Drilling Team to officially begin drilling.

The steel Drill Rod pierced inch by inch into the depths of the earth, digging toward the darkness underground.

At first, everything went smoothly, and everyone felt that as long as the location was found correctly, striking oil was only a matter of time.

Secretary Liu also breathed a sigh of relief, waiting only to see oil before immediately returning to report the good news.

Drilling a well is a slow job that tests one's patience; He Yuzhu didn't have the time to guard the well all day.

Every morning, he taught Man Yatou, lecturing on programming and teaching her hand-in-hand how to solder the simplest Integrated Circuit; as soon as the lesson ended, he would pull Secretary Liu and the idle workers to go hunting.

At that time, on the Songliao Plain, roe deer were everywhere.

He could carry back a few every day, and with the meat, He Yuzhu would cook in various ways; whoever ate it would give a thumbs up.

Days passed one by one, and in the blink of an eye, it was the night of the fourth day.

He Yuzhu had just fallen asleep to the rhythm of the drilling rig's "da-da-da...", but the sound suddenly changed.

The originally consistent "da-da-da-da..." suddenly stalled, replaced by a harsh sound of metal grinding—screech—

The next second, all sound fell into complete silence.

"The drill is stuck! The drill is stuck!" the drilling administrator shouted hoarsely.

Yang Fu rushed out in such a panic that he even buttoned his coat wrong; he squatted at the wellhead to inspect it, and his face instantly sank: "It's bad, the mudstone is swelling, the Drill Rod has been seized!"

He immediately organized men to pull it up together, but the drilling rig's gears rattled, and the Drill Rod didn't budge.

"We can't pull anymore; if we yank it any harder, it will definitely break." Yang Fu was so exhausted he sat on the ground, looking at the wellhead with eyes full of despair.

He Yuzhu walked over, wearing that wolf-fur coat: "Captain Yang, what happened?"

"The Drill Rod is stuck fast." Yang Fu's voice was hoarse, "Once it drags on until tomorrow morning, the Drill Rod will freeze solid in the well, and this well will be completely ruined."

"Is there no other way?" He Yuzhu asked.

Yang Fu just kept shaking his head.

At this moment, Secretary Liu also hurried over, looking at everything that had happened, his brows tightly furrowed.

Man Yatou also ran out, huddled next to He Yuzhu, and asked softly: "Brother Zhuzi, what exactly is wrong?"

He Yuzhu briefly explained the situation of the stuck drill to her.

She immediately found a few wooden sticks and had Yang Fu simulate the wellbore structure and the stuck drill situation on the spot.

Yang Fu was initially a bit impatient, but Secretary Liu waved his hand directly: "Lao Yang, hurry up and simulate, this is a mission!"

Only then did Yang Fu clearly demonstrate the principle of the wellbore and the position of the stuck drill.

Man Yatou lowered her head to ponder for a moment, then quickly took out her notebook and pen, calculating for a long time.

She suddenly looked up and said: "Judging by the depth of the rock strata, this stuck drill was caused by the pressure of oil and gas from two directions, which means we are almost at the end. As long as we can pull the Drill Bit out and continue drilling downward, this well is very likely to strike oil directly."

Secretary Liu looked at Yang Fu, but Yang Fu shook his head: "We've only drilled to seven hundred meters; I don't believe it, seven hundred meters can strike oil."

Secretary Liu was also a bit unsure, looking at Man Yatou: "How certain are you?"

"Ninety percent."

Secretary Liu nodded immediately: "Do you have a way to solve the stuck drill problem?"

Man Yatou looked at He Yuzhu: "Brother Zhuzi, the root cause of this stuck drill is that the engine torque is not enough. If we can double the torque, the Drill Bit should be able to move!"

"I understand!" He Yuzhu turned and ran toward the truck, shouting as he ran, "Anyone who is free, follow me to move the engine!"

Soon, another Tank Engine was lifted over by everyone working together.

Secretary Liu frowned and said: "Can the power of two engines be used in one place?"

He Yuzhu smiled: "For ordinary people, it's quite difficult, but for me, it's not!"

An old worker with gray hair curled his lip: "This... this is impossible. Even if you connect two engines together successfully, the Drill Bit will break!"

Man Yatou put her hands on her hips and said: "I've calculated it, the Drill Bit won't break!"

"What can a little girl like you know?" the old worker said indignantly.

"That's unreasonable! The torque I calculated is within the tolerance range of the Drill Bit!" Man Yatou's little face turned red.

"If we don't experiment, the Drill Bit won't come out and it's ruined anyway. Everyone, stop talking so much, what's the harm in trying!" He Yuzhu was annoyed by those who only talked and didn't act.

Afterward, he took out a set of transmission shafts he had prepared long ago, consisting of five gears, from the truck.

When everyone saw this, they all fell silent; only then did they realize that He Yuzhu had kept an ace up his sleeve.

It was freezing cold, and when He Yuzhu dismantled the equipment, his hands were frozen purple, but he didn't stop for a single moment.

Half an hour later, the two Tank Engines were connected into one by a set of ingenious transmission gears.

He Yuzhu ignited both engines at the same time, "Boom, boom, boom—"

The engine roar made the ground tremble.

The violent torque suddenly acted on the Drill Rod, and the Drill Rod initially emitted a harsh "creak, creak" sound.

Afterward, the Drill Rod actually began to move.

He Yuzhu looked at Yang Fu and said: "Since Man Yatou said that if we continue drilling we can strike oil, you continue drilling."

Yang Fu no longer hesitated and personally operated it.

The old workers in the team gathered around the transmission device, clicking their tongues in wonder.

"This is too coincidental!"

"We couldn't think of how such simple gears could solve the problem of insufficient power!" said a worker whose hair had turned white.

"Two tank engines, that's a huge amount of power; it'll save at least half the effort when drilling wells from now on!" a young man said.

An hour passed, the north wind was like a knife, and the onlookers gradually dispersed.

He Yuzhu turned to Secretary Liu and said, "Go back and sleep; I reckon it'll be morning before the oil comes out."

No sooner had the two finished speaking than a dull boom suddenly came from the wellhead.

A jet of black crude oil mixed with mud, like a black dragon breaking free from its shackles, surged violently from the wellhead toward the sky! The oil column was as thick as a bucket, whistling as it sprayed into mid-air.

"It's gushing oil! It's gushing oil!" Yang Fu shouted, spinning in circles like a madman.

The entire camp instantly erupted; workers rushed out of their various tents and swarmed toward the oil well like crazy.

Secretary Liu was also as happy as a child, shouting at the top of his lungs, "Captain Yang, is this really oil? What exactly is going on?"

Yang Fu pointed at the black fountain shooting into the sky, his voice trembling with excitement: "That girl was absolutely right! This place is the highest point of the entire oilfield! Petroleum gathers at the high points! And it's only seven hundred meters..."