Chapter 7: Oil production team

The green car in 1987 was crowded like canned yellow peaches, and the luggage was like juice, swaying between people. Toilets are usually occupied, so that people can suffo suffo yellow.

Su Cheng sat in a three-person seat. From time to time, he would give up half a hip position and let the people next to him rest with their legs.

At night, someone couldn't stand it and simply slipped under the seat and lay down. Such an arduous experience was never thought of by Sucheng.

However, the people in the same car did not feel hard, but kept talking, and there was another kindness.

It took two days and one night to arrive at the East * Camp.

It was late at night. Looking out of the window, I could see the derricks and dragon-like traffic on the wasteland. Lao Zhang, who rubbed half of his buttocks aside, suddenly stood up and said in an excited tone, "Look! This is the victory of the oil battle!"

"It's so magnificent!"

"There are a lot of kowtow machines."

"I'm finally home."

Su Cheng listened quietly. As a student of the University of Petroleum, he also had the dream of being an engineer. However, after entering the millennium, his own children in the oilfield are eagerly waiting for recruitment. A student like him, who has no way, is getting farther and farther away from his dream.

More than half of the passengers in the carriage were oilfield workers, full of pride, and Su Cheng also stood up.

After a while, the green car stopped.

Su Cheng said hello, put on his bag on his back, and got off the train.

Lao Zhang followed up from behind and said with a simple smile, "Xiao Su, there are still many hours before dawn. Is there any place to go?"

Su Cheng shook his head in a sway.

"Go to my place." Lao Zhang couldn't help pulling Su Cheng and said as he walked, "I have a fellow villager in the hostel, and it's free to stay for half an night."

At this time, no hotel is indeed open.

Su Cheng followed halfway and spent half the night in snoring and stinky feet.

The next morning, Lao Zhang asked in the tone of an acquaintance, "Xiao Su, I'm going to the oil pipeline factory. How about you?"

"Go to the headquarters to report."

"Oh? What a good place. Let's go to the station to take the bus. Lao Zhang is very good at making the decision for others. He pulls up Su City and runs away.

Along the way, Sucheng was observing this city caused by oil. When he was born, the era of oil war was over, but he heard a lot of the real dream-like stories recalled by his parents.

As a state-owned super-large oil field second only to Daqing, Shengli Oilfield is extremely rich, which can be seen from the bus.

As early as the early 1980s, when the foreign exchange of various departments was extremely tight, the oilfield purchased a number of buses from foreign countries. The body of two bright yellow carriages was quite spacious and served as an oilfield commuter for a long time. Until the establishment of Dong*ying City, it also assumed the responsibility of urban public transportation. In order to distinguish, the number of oilfield buses is within 100 digits, and local buses use the number after 100 digits.

The so-called "first there is a kowtow machine, then there is Dong*ying City", which further illustrates the status of the oil field here.

In Sucheng's view, the size of Dong*ying Station is even better than that of some county-level cities 20 years later. At least the bus connected by pleated rubber looks brand-new.

After arriving at the headquarters and handing over the letter of introduction, Sucheng's identity of Peking University once again caused a sensation, but everyone was more regretful.

Peking University students were assigned to the Ministry of Petroleum, and a month later they were sent to the Shengli Oilfield. It seemed to have offended people.

The director of the personnel office observed in the office for a while. He saw Su Cheng looking left and right, but he was neither close nor greeted, so he waved his pen and assigned it to the Gudong Oilfield Headquarters.

This is the second-level unit of Shengli Oilfield, which can be said to be the grassroots under the battle headquarters.

Su Cheng ignorantly took the Guangzhou medium-sized bus to Ken*li County, arrived at the place, and then took the commuter bus from Ken*li County to Gudong Oilfield Headquarters.

When the Gudong Oilfield Command was about to get off work, the cadre in charge of receiving roughly glanced at the letter of introduction and determined that it had made a mistake. The students who were assigned here did not ask, and said, "You are a college student. You should stay in the office, but now the quota is full. You can work in "

"Oil production team?" This time it was Su Cheng's turn to be stunned. He grew up in the oil field, and of course he knew the hard work of the oil production team.

When he came to Shengli Oilfield, he wanted to give full play to his profession, but he didn't want to be a basic worker.

"Oil production 3 factory 2 team, when you get to the place, they will tell you how to do it. You can take the letter of introduction and stay in the hostel first." The responsible cadre stamped a big red seal and didn't give him a chance to speak at all.

Although there were some accidents, Sucheng still got on the truck-modified commuter car the next day and went to the third oil production plant.

Since we start from the grass-roots level, let's start from the grass-roots level.

Su Cheng is not like a college student in this era. He is physically strong and mentally delicate, and always compared himself with the ancient scholars.

He is a college student from the 21st century. He is used to the identity of migrant workers and the treatment of animals, and is mentally tough. The body that crossed over the body was extremely strong, and suddenly engaged in physical work, and he was not afraid.

Dou Wanshan, the captain of the oil production team 2, is a middle-aged worker. He is dark all over, and only his eyes and palms can show white. After reading Su Cheng's report letter, he sighed, "Are you doing sports again?"

Su Cheng's white shirt has turned into the color of gray earth, and he said in surprise, "No."

"Then why did you send you here?" The captain patted his buttocks and poured himself a cup of hot tea.

Su Cheng was so embarrassed that he didn't know what to say, so he could only say, "It's the same everywhere."

"How can it be the same." Dou Wanshan bulged his eyes, his throat moved, and half a cup of hot tea went down.

Just as Su Cheng giggled, someone came to him outside. Dou Wanshan immediately put down the cup and said, "It's time to start work. Xiao Su will also come. You can learn from me."

Oil production team 2 is in charge of hundreds of oil wells, with five cars, going back and forth between the mines. In addition to water injection and oil production, there is also a special team responsible for maintaining oil well equipment.

Compared with the former, the latter's responsibility is obviously heavier, because oil production is a relatively fixed way of working, and once there is a problem with the oil well, the word "repair" will be used. In Dou Wanshan's words, "One day less, there will be dozens of tons less of oil."

Therefore, Dou Wanshan, as the captain, not only supervises the daily oil production work, but also has to run around on various routes.

The liberation car produced in the 1970s was shaken and bumpy. It took an hour to get to the place.

Dou Wanshan led the workers out of the car and didn't rest for a while, so he assigned tasks, straightened his own clothes, and went down to the well for inspection.

Su Cheng shrugged his shoulders helplessly and looked around the kowtow machine. It had a long pole several meters above the ground. Under the action of electricity, the long pole was pulled up and then fell, just like a kowtow. As soon as he kowtowed and raised his head, the oil at a depth of one or two kilometers Designated location.

This ancient beam pumping machine can be called the grandfather of the mechanical oil production machine, but until the 21st century, there are still oil fields using it, and more are used in oil wells contracted by private owners. Although from an academic point of view, the old-fashioned kowtow machine has various shortcomings, in harsh oil fields, this kind of oil recovery machine with only four main components has the advantage of simple structure and easy maintenance. Workers can be used in three or five months of training. Two years of time can be said to be proficient, the cost is extremely low, and the initial investment

Su Cheng corresponded to the knowledge in the book while recalling the scene of the internship. Because he wanted to stay in the oil company, he had been soaked in the oil field for half a year. He served the master with good smoke and wine, and he also learned a lot.

The workers in the same team were busy. Su Cheng shook his head and picked up a wrench and tightened the screws on the base of the slightly loose oil pumping machine.

"What are you doing!" Lao Wu, the repairman beside him, suddenly roared.

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