Chapter 363 Tyumen City

The central city of Western Siberia is the city of Tyumen in Tyumen. This place 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 City also guards Russia's traffic artery, where the Siberian Railway and strategic highways connecting inside and outside meet.

The collapse of the Soviet Union does not seem to have affected this city in the Far East. Residents are still normal as usual, with normal work and rest, work to go to work, and go to school...

Tyumen Railway Station is also running as usual. They have to pick up and drop off thousands of passengers and thousands of tons of supplies every day. It is the largest throughput agency in Western Siberia. This scale may not be as large as that of a county or district in China, but considering that Tyumen City has only one-tenth of the population of an ordinary county in China, it shows that the proportion of people in and out is high.

"Woo-hoo!"

The long sound of the train sounded, and two maintenance workers came out of the duty room of the platform and walked slowly to the track. The train has to be inspected for hundreds of kilometers. At the same time, they also have to do water supply work to ensure sufficient water on the train. At the beginning of operation, the Siberian Railway was carried out in the form of luxury travel. With the advent of the Soviet era, the once luxury carriages became special trains for privileged people, but a series of standards for train operation still remain.

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

"I got it. Is it a truck? How many trucks have you entered today? It's a little over the quantity."

"Maybe it's supplies sent to Moscow again, which is about to be exhausted. We are all asking China for assistance, can you imagine? Russian Federation, hum..."

"Captain, be careful what you say."

"What are you afraid of? Aren't they talking about democracy? I'm talking about democracy." Despite what the captain said, he didn't continue to talk. In the Soviet Republic, the farther away the Russian city is from Moscow, the more loyal it is to the Soviet Union. Siberia is a typical example. When the news of the collapse of the Soviet Union came, there were tears in the railway station. The captain has also cursed the Moscow people more than once, cursing them for abandoning the country for money.

Ironically. Because Siberia provided more than 20% of the Soviet Union's grain, Tyumen was full of materials, and the government and commercial institutions continued to operate. People here rarely starve, but the Moscows who pursue the future and happiness are starving to death.

"Zla"

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

The two inspectors went there in a hurry and knocked next to the wheel with a wrench. The high-end flaw detector is not the equipment that the Soviets like.

On the other side of them, there were also two inspectors jumping off the platform and working carelessly. Whether it is the Soviet Union or Russia, their work has been like this for decades. Not like the European part of the Soviet Union, Siberia has a very small population. It is equivalent to the area of 20 France, and the population is not as large as that of Paris. Employment is not a problem in Siberia. Almost everyone can find a job, and the lifestyle is completely different from that in Moscow.

About ten minutes later, they filled the train with water. They patted the carriage and went back to their rooms to rest.

"I'm so tired today." Gaffrey carefully placed his heavy body on the lounge chair, facing the sun, and was ready to have a good sleep while it was still warm. In his experience, the daily workload should be so much.

"Woo-woo--" The sound of the train's horn is very annoying.

Gavry fanned hard in front of his face with his hand. It seems that he wants to expel the sound.

"Zla..." The brake of the train, accompanied by the roar of the captain: "Gavry, bring me the water pipe."

"What's the matter again?" Gavry was scared and woke up with a loud voice.

The captain pointed to the front and said, "The train from the Far East, hurry up, it must be finished in 15 minutes."

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

While grabbing the tool bag, the captain said, "Because there is a train behind it."

"And... how is it possible?" In Gavry's impression, it's a lot to get one bus in 30 minutes at the station, and it's not necessarily 2 hours when it's their turn. So I have plenty of time to take a nap.

"I heard that trains have been added." The captain shook his head and pulled him away.

Gavry followed helplessly and came back to the right job again. He returned to his lounge chair and said drowsily, "I don't know what's lucky. There are so many."

"Who knows, in the past, there were such dense trains only during the war in Afghanistan. You know, there are only so many trains in Siberia. They have to depart intensively and have to be transported from other places. It's very troublesome. The war in Afghanistan he mentioned was a war launched by the Soviet Union in the 1970s, which lasted for 10 years and suffered 30,000 casualties. It was also a brilliant battlefield for helicopter gunships and Stinger missiles.

Gavry had a stirring, wrapped the blanket that had been prepared for a long time on the lounge chair, and frowned and said, "There won't be another war again."

The captain shook his head uncertainly and said, "I don't think so."

But he is not sure that the Soviet Union has disintegrated. Now if someone says that the moon will fall from the sky, he may also hide in Tongus.

The train did not leave them for a long time to doubt. The whistle sounded again, and Gavry did not sleep and got up sullenly.

To his surprise, the train did not stop on the platform, but slowly drove to the cargo yard of Tyumen Station. From afar, he could see a group of people waiting there and preparing to unload the goods.

"It doesn't seem to be a war, otherwise the goods will not be unloaded in Tyumen City." The captain breathed a sigh of relief.

"Go and have a look?" Gaffry was so energetic that he tightened the collar and went to the goods yard without waiting for the captain to answer.

It was only a few carriages that were unloaded, and Gaffli found several seismographs with sharp eyes. Tyumen City is born of oil and is born of oil. Everyone inevitably has to deal with the oil industry, seismometers and so on. Gavry visited it when he was in middle school.

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

"Stop here." A Russian man who looked like a worker stopped him, pointed behind him and said, "We're going to unload the car."

Gavry then noticed that an earlier freight train also stopped in the railway station, and the door was open.

A jeep painted green. With the help of the tractor, he slowly fell out. After the workers behind were vacated, they rushed up. Countless cartons were moved out.

"It's canned." Gaffry unconsciously licked his lips. Siberia is not very short of grain, as is there is a shortage of light industrial products such as canned food.

Russian workers nodded and said, "There is a shortage of food in remote oil fields."

"Hey. Brother, can you get me a box?

Gavry searched all over his trousers pocket, found half a pack of cigarettes and stuffed them all into the other party.

Locally produced tobacco has a special fragrance and flavor, and is also a little well-known in the Soviet railway system.

The Russian worker picked up a light, nodded and said, "Let me ask for you. It must cost money. I don't think it's cheap. It's Chinese.

"I'm sorry to trouble you, I'm with the money." Gavry is a railway worker. I can often see products from south to north, and I will buy them if I have a chance. If you don't need it at home, you can also share it with relatives and friends. There must be someone who is willing to take such a scarce product as canned food.

The Russian worker climbed into the carriage and asked. After a while, the yellow-skinned Chinese stretched out their heads. I looked at Gavry, and then turned around.

After a while, the Russian worker came out again and said, "The boss agreed. A box of 1,000 rubles cans will be sold to you up to a box of 12 cans. How much do you want?

"Only 12 cans." Gaffrey was not picky. He took out the money from the boot and counted it to the other party. During the prosperity of the Soviet Union, 10,000 rubles could buy a private car made in East Germany or Czech Republic. Now we can only buy 12 cans of cans, and we have no choice but to spend our monthly salary as soon as possible.

When the transaction was over, Gavry put the canned box on the ground with satisfaction, and then asked, "Can others come to buy cans?"

This question has been answered for a long time. The Russian worker nodded and said, "50 boxes can be sold. This time."

"This time?"

"That's right."

"Which company's car is this?"

"Dahua Industry."

"Have you never heard of a Russian company?"

"China."

"China!" Gavry repeated it.

At this moment, the "woo-woo" train whistle sounded again, so he had to hurry back to work on the platform.

Unlike the previous cars, this time it is a bus.

Gavry looked at the yellow-skinned Chinese in surprise, got off the train, lined up neatly on the platform, and then shouted loud slogans.

Gaffly couldn't help slowing down.

This scene made him think a lot. When he was a Young Pioneer, the oil workers in Tyumen City had to queue up every day. Workers in some large factories often hold paramilitary training. In the past 10 years, this kind of thing has become rare to see.

"What did they do in Tyumen City?" Gaffrey came to the captain and asked subconsciously.

"Dipation of oil." The captain's tone was dull and he used his finger.

Where Gaffry came, the unloaded cars were forming a motorcade, bumping along the old railway.

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

"Lead up to get on the car."

"Lead up to get on the car!" The Chinese language that Gavry was not familiar with sounded before and after the platform.

Cars parked in front of the station, full of passengers, and drove out of the city, but there was no intention of stopping at all.

Some workers quietly got on the car, some workers shouted slogans, and some workers sang songs to get on the car... The only same thing is a kind of familiar and strange force in Gavry.

That power, silent surging, surging...

That power makes Gavry want to run fast...

That power seems to make people feel happiness.