As the initiator.
Li Aiguo was worried about eating at this time.
From eleven o'clock in the evening to five o'clock in the morning, I was in a state of mental stress.
At this time, my stomach started to growl.
According to the regulations of the rescue team, the driver of the rescue train rotates in two shifts, each shift lasts 8 hours.
In other words, the driver and stokers had less than ten minutes to eat.
After eating, you have to find a corner to sleep, rest for 8 hours, and then take over again.
Rescue is not tourism.
Steam engines have limited horsepower.
In order to obtain the fastest speed, there is no dining car or camping car, so we have to make do with eating and sleeping.
Comrades from the rescue team sent four individual soldier rations and canned food.
The individual soldier's ration is fried noodles.
Comes in a cloth bag with a bright five-pointed star printed on it.
It looks rough and tastes bad.
It is mainly wheat flour, mixed with other whole grain flours, and the only seasoning is salt.
It tastes rough, dry, and tastes terrible.
Even Master Zheng, who has never been particular about food, picked up the spoon and took a bite, but his face looked ugly.
"No, no, I can't eat this stuff."
The label on the can was in a foreign language and the shell was rusty. It must have been captured from the battlefield.
Master Zheng took a knife and cut it open, revealing a small ball of brown lunch meat.
"I only have so much, but I still can't get enough."
Li Aiguo looked at the individual soldier rations and pinched his brows helplessly.
It is not that there are no conditions in Beijing now.
But the rescue team never considered the issue of eating at all.
Or the rescue team has long been used to it.
They travel in difficult areas all day long, and their individual soldier rations are delicacies.
Look at Comrade Lao Mao, he spreads the bag of individual soldier rations on the ground, picks up a spoon, and puts it into his mouth one spoon at a time.
Occasionally, I would dig in a spoonful of luncheon meat, and my small eyes behind the black-rimmed glasses would slightly narrow, as if I was eating Western food.
How delicious it tastes!
People are iron rice is steel.
If you don't eat well, you won't be able to continue driving the train.
There is an empty area in the lower left corner of the furnace.
The original installation should be a [water injector], but most of the water injection work is done manually.
Over time, the [Water Injector] rusted and rotted, so it was removed by maintenance workers, leaving this gap.
The drivers found an iron sheet to cover it and used it as a box to hide some gadgets.
Cigarettes, beer, carry-on food, steamed buns and lunch boxes.
Li Aiguo actually dug out several pork kidney lunch boxes from the box under the stove.
The driver's door of the train is fixed, and lunch boxes will not be taken out of the car unless there are special circumstances.
There are a total of six comrades in the driver's team, including the driver's and deputy's classes, and the six lunch boxes are neatly arranged.
Li Aiguo could already think of the six unlucky people who had no lunch boxes to eat at noon, so they could only sit in a row and eat steamed buns.
"Co-pilot, just keep an eye on me and I'll cook you a delicious meal."
"Is there a pot here, what should I cook?" Master Zheng quickly put down the lunch box.
"You'll find out later."
Li Aiguo smiled, stepped on the furnace door, picked up the fire tongs, picked up an old brake shoe and stuffed it into the furnace.
The temperature in the furnace was as high as thousands of degrees. In just a moment, the brake tiles were burned red and black smoke was rising.
Li Aiguo asked Master Zheng to pour fried noodles into the lunch box and then pour boiling water.
Clip out the brake shoe, place it on the steel driver's seat, and place the lunch box on the red-hot brake shoe.
The brake tile instantly transformed into a teppanyaki, and the water in the pork kidney lunch box quickly began to boil.
Li Aiguo used chopsticks to pick out the lunch meat from the can, took out a dagger, cut it into pieces, and poured it into the lunch box.
The tender lunch meat is mixed with fried noodles and tossed up and down in the pork kidney lunch box, exuding an attractive aroma.
Li Aiguo gave it a nice name - "Train Hotpot"
Master Zheng picked up the spoon, scooped out a mouthful of 'train hot pot', put it in his mouth, and his eyes widened instantly.
"It's delicious, even better than the hot pot in Donglaishun."
Liu Qingquan came over, took a spoonful, and couldn't help but give a thumbs up: "Aiguo, I didn't expect you to have such cooking skills. Come on, help me cook a meal too."
Li Aiguo didn't give in. He followed the method just now and made hot pot for Liu Qingquan and himself. '
The driver's room was instantly filled with the fragrant smell.
The old cat looked at the fragrant hot pot, then looked down at the cold fried noodles, and suddenly felt that it was no longer fragrant.
Li Aiguo gulped down his portion and smiled at him: "Old comrade, how about it, do you want me to make a pot for you?"
The old cat originally wanted to refuse, but his Adam's apple trembled twice, a trace of emotion flashed in his eyes, and he finally nodded.
"This is the right thing to do. We are comrades and we should help each other. Don't keep a straight face all day long."
The recipe of "Train Hotpot" is very simple and can be done quickly.
Li Aiguo also found an egg from the box, cracked it, and added it to the hot pot.
"Come on, how do you like it?"
Under Li Aiguo's expectant gaze, the old cat picked up the spoon and took a mouthful.
"It tastes good. I've seen officers from the Bangzi and Japanese Army do this on the battlefield. They call it military hotpot."
"Hey, old comrade, don't say this nonsense!"
Li Aiguo's expression changed, he stood up suddenly, and waved his hands repeatedly: "What we call the people's train driver's train hot pot is completely different from the army hot pot of their Japanese soldiers."
"The army hot pot is a hot pot made by Bangzi and Erjiizi, who begged for some lunch meat from the owner."
"Our lunch meat was seized by the soldiers from their masters."
"The meaning is completely different!"
There is something that Li Aiguo can't figure out.
Taking the food obtained through begging and treating it as national delicacy and being proud of it, what do the stick guys think?
"That's right, this is train hotpot, a hotpot for working people. It's different, absolutely different."
The expressions of Liu Qingquan and Lao Zheng also changed drastically, and they quickly stood up to explain to Li Aiguo.
The strings in their heads were tense.
Laomao didn't seem to expect that his words would cause such a big reaction from the drivers.
With a self-deprecating smile, he picked up a piece of lunch meat, blew it into his mouth, and narrowed his eyes.
"You should understand now why I don't like to talk."
The rescue train arrived at the Turfan locomotive depot smoothly.
A locomotive filled with coal and water was already ready.
After replacing the locomotive, the obstacle remover on the original locomotive was replaced with the new locomotive, and the train set off again under the eyes of pairs of eyes.
Li Aiguo sat in the driver's seat, staring at the dashboard. Liu Qingquan leaned out with almost half of his body, always paying attention to the situation ahead.
Master Zheng, the stoker, had veins on his arm that were holding the coal shovel.
Everyone knows that the real journey has just begun.
The only person in the driver's cabin who was not affected was the old cat.
He was still the same as before, lowering his head and playing with the radio, always communicating with the front using code words.
And translated the information that Li Aiguo and the others should know into popular language.
for example.
The rescue team's method of delivering news into the cave failed.
The number of casualties inside the cave remains unknown.
Alatau's rescue team has mobilized more than 200 people waiting at the mountain pass.
In the past few days, Li Aiguo also figured out some of Lao Mao's details.
Lao Mao is the leader of the investigation team.
The real name is unknown, the place of origin is unknown, the workplace is unknown, and the age is unknown.
He leads a five-man investigative team.
The investigative team is very high-level.
Even Zhang Gong, the general rescue captain, was unable to issue orders directly.
This is just a rescue mission, why are there investigators following it?
Could it be that the collapse of the cave was not an accident?
Thinking of these, Li Aiguo's spirit gradually became tense.
Vomiting and diarrhea... Go to the hospital now, next chapter, it may be a little later... laugh
(End of chapter)
