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Chapter 957: Laojunmiao Oilfield

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    "Director Qin, you did a great job on this matter." In the car, Xiong Zheng said to Qin Baoshan: "I have seen clearly over the years that the national army is completely rotten and it is impossible to afford to fight against it."  Only our Eighth Route Army is the power to fight the devils, they have nothing else to do but know how to fight the devils."

    In these years, many things have happened, Xiong Zheng can see clearly that the Eighth Route Army is really fighting devils, and the national army is full of ghosts. If nothing else, let's take Shanxi as an example. Yan Laoxi saw that the situation is not good  , I want to join the devils and protect his own interests. Before national interests and personal interests, their priority is naturally personal interests!

    This time, it was the same. Seeing that the Eighth Route Army was making moves and wanted to explore for oil here, they ran over and wanted to get a share of the action. Hehehe, they didn¡¯t do anything, so why give it to them.  If the national army supplemented the Eighth Route Army with military supplies according to the previous promise, then the Eighth Route Army would naturally distribute the mined oil to them.  If he didn¡¯t give it, he just watched the Eighth Route Army fend for itself. In Lao Jiang¡¯s heart, he might even hope that the Eighth Route Army would be wiped out by the devils and solve his serious problem. Under such circumstances, how could the Eighth Route Army put himself  Give the precious oil mined to Lao Jiang?  There are no doors.

    However, this matter can't break the skin. After all, the two parties still have to maintain a decent face. Any friction is a private contest. Here, if the other party insists, it will still be a bit troublesome.

    Well now, those guys are wearing tattered bandit clothes, riding the worst horses, and many of them are on foot, and they went back in a state of embarrassment.  In the name of avenging them and ambushing the bandits, the Eighth Route Army severely cleaned up those national troops who might come, and let them know that this is their restricted area!

    Qin Baoshan has prepared all the foreshadowing, so next, he can mine with confidence.

    "After a few days of exploration, we found that there may be oil buried in the Laojun Temple." Xiong Zheng continued: "Let's try our luck near the Laojun Temple."

    Wait, Laojun Temple!

    Qin Baoshan immediately remembered, yes, it is Laojun Temple!  I have never been able to remember it, but now, after Xiong Zheng said this, I immediately recalled the memories of later generations. Laojun Temple, Well No. 1, is just 15 meters north of Laojun Temple. This oil well,  Ten tons of oil can be produced a day, that's ten tons, as long as this well is drilled, it will be enough for the Eighth Route Army now!  Moreover, this is just the beginning. There are still a large number of oil wells nearby, and the entire Laojunmiao underground is filled with oil. Therefore, this area is also called Laojunmiao Oilfield.

    The reason why Qin Baoshan is clear is that he used to ride here as a donkey friend in later generations. This is a red tourist attraction, which has become the spiritual coordinate of PetroChina. There is also a special exhibition room built in 1981.  There are more than 60 photos showing the appearance of the first oil field in China's petroleum industry.

    Thinking of this, Qin Baoshan couldn't bear it any longer, and said to Xiong Zheng, "That's right, it's the Laojun Temple. To the north of the Laojun Temple, drill a well at a distance of 15 meters, and oil will definitely come out!"

    As soon as this sentence came out, Xiong Zheng was a little surprised again. What you said is too accurate. We only estimated that there is oil near the Laojun Temple. You said it so clearly.  rice?

    "Okay, then let's fight there." Xiong Zheng replied. Xiong Zheng had an inexplicable trust in Qin Baoshan. In Xiong Zheng's eyes, Qin Baoshan was omnipotent.

    The terrain here is complicated, with canyons and deep mountains everywhere, and the ground is full of coarse sand and various stones.  But in his heart, he was extremely excited.

    The Laojun Temple is right in front of you.

    Although it is desolate here, it is not completely lifeless. There are still some people who live here firmly, guarding this barren land for generations. At the same time, there are also some temples for people to worship.

    Laojun Temple is one of them. Since it is called Laojun Temple, it is naturally dedicated to the Taishang Laojun. This temple was built during the Tongzhi period of the Qing Dynasty. It is not far away from now, so this temple has not yet appeared.  How vicissitudes and simplicity.

    This is a courtyard house facing south, with black tiles and red walls, typical of the style of traditional Chinese temples. This is, the area of ??the temple is not large. The entire temple covers an area of ??only 127 square meters, facing Laojun  The gate of the temple is the main hall, and there is only one room, which enshrines a seated statue of the "Taishang Laojun" for the Jade Emperor to refine elixir.??Adorned with murals all around.  There are side rooms on both sides.

    There should have been monks in this small temple, but due to the turmoil, the monks could no longer chant sutras with peace of mind. Therefore, there are no monks here, only nearby residents occasionally come to burn incense and worship Buddha.

    Qin Baoshan parked the car in the north of Laojun Temple, then got out of the car, and said to Wei Dayong: "Monk, it's your place."

    Monk Wei touched his head, with a sincere smile on his face: "Director Qin, you are joking, I am a monk from Mount Wutai."

    "Who cares about the monks, the monks and nuns in the world belong to the same family, let's go in and have a look." Qin Baoshan said.

    The north wind was still blowing. Qin Baoshan said that he wanted to enter the temple, but he was actually trying to avoid the sandstorm. Anyway, he really didn¡¯t know how to dig a well.  , that was done by Xiong Zheng and Sun Jianchu.

    The equipment on the car was unloaded, and the bandits in national army uniforms mixed with soldiers in Eighth Route Army uniforms, which looked very strange.

    However, the military uniforms of the national army are really warm to wear. They are much better than the tattered clothes they used to wear. Besides, the military uniforms are not much different. After all, the military uniforms of the Eighth Route Army are the same.

    Qiao Laopiao also felt a little funny about the big things he had done in the past few days. The factory manager Qin was really ruthless in cheating people. He completely cut off the possibility of the other party coming next. This place will be the territory of the Eighth Route Army in the future.  Follow the Eighth Route Army, that's right!

    Thinking of this, he worked even harder. For bandits, the most admirable thing is to be ruthless than himself.

    In the temple sheltered from the wind, Wei Dayong suddenly said: "Director Qin, what is this oil?"

    "For tens of millions of years, this place used to be a lake. At the bottom of the lake, the corpses of various fish and shrimps accumulated, forming a thick layer of organic matter. Then, vicissitudes of life and geological movements buried them underground. After a long period of time,  Evolution, it becomes oil." Qin Baoshan said.

    Hearing that Wei Dayong opened his mouth wide: "Tens of millions of years? This is too long."

    "Human beings are insignificant. The earth has a history of billions of years, and we humans have only a few thousand years of civilization. Now we fight and kill. In fact, in the long river of history, farts are nothing." I don't know  Why, Qin Baoshan actually expressed such emotion.

    "Oh." Wei Dayong snorted, but couldn't continue. That's right, Wei Dayong didn't have much culture, so he couldn't continue. If Xiong Zheng or Sun Jianchu were here, they would definitely be able to chat.

    "I don't know what happened to Captain Li and the others." Wei Dayong changed the subject.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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