Chapter 36 Chapter Seventeen

On the fourth day of the Lunar New Year in 1959, Beijing citizens were still immersed in the joy of the Spring Festival. There was an endless stream of people coming and going to pay New Year's greetings, and festive firecrackers continued one after another. This morning, a group of people knocked on the door of He Changgong's house.Neighbors noticed that for several days, groups of people paid New Year greetings to the old general, always staying for a few minutes before giving way to a new group of New Year greetings.But today's New Year's greetings are very strange. After a burst of joyful New Year's greetings, no one came again, and the old general's door was tightly closed...

Many years later, this secret was revealed: the New Year's callers this time were all the ministers, deputy ministers, bureau chiefs and chief engineers of the two ministries of geology and petroleum.They are Yu Qiuli, Kang Shien, Kuang Fuzhao, Meng Jisheng, Gu Gongxu, Shen Zhan, Zhang Wenzhao... This is a New Year's greeting that was greeted in advance.In the words of the old general, it was another important national meeting on oil search in Songliao.National affairs were discussed at home. He Changgong called it a national meeting, and He Changgong proposed to hold it. At that time, since the geological situation in Songliao was already clear, it was necessary for the two ministries of geology and petroleum to work together to make arrangements for the breakthrough of oil production.

"Minister Yu, you have blown away your bullshit in front of Chairman Mao. If you don't show up this year, the old man will spank your ass!" He Changgong came up and put Yu Qiuli in the army. Yu Qiuli slapped his thigh, and replied: "I said, old general, your bragging is no smaller than ours. You said in front of Chairman Mao and all the members of the Central Committee that we can find China's Baku!" The opening remarks of the two ministers made everyone laugh.Everyone knows the secrets of the leaders of the two ministries of geology and petroleum bragging in the central government:

That was a few months ago. The Second Session of the Eighth National Congress of the Communist Party of China was grandly held in Zhongnanhai.Mao Zedong presided over the meeting.This meeting is of great significance in the history of New China.Because at the meeting, the Central Committee of the Communist Party of China formally raised the issue of shifting the focus of the party's work: From now on, greater efforts must be concentrated on socialist construction.At the same time, the general line of going all out, striving for the top, and building socialism more quickly, better and more economically has been adopted.The national smashing of pots to smelt iron and the Great Leap Forward of launching satellites with a yield of over 10,000 catties per mu reached their peak after this meeting.

This was an unprecedentedly lively party meeting.Although more than 90% of the participants are veterans who have gone through the test of war, these veterans who no longer wear military uniforms, under the situation of the whole country at that time and the instigation of leaders such as Mao Zedong, have no more revolutionary fighting passion than Mao Zedong. The war era is weak.At that time, it was not uncommon for satellites to be staged in the society. Unexpectedly, this trend also made it to the top meeting of the party. First, local representatives spoke.As soon as these representatives took the stage, they made impassioned speeches, blowing up the emotions of the members of the Central Committee.

This was followed by speeches from the industry sector.Mao Zedong took the lead in applauding the Minister of Metallurgy with a smile. The leaders of the Ministry of Metallurgy certainly lived up to Mao Zedong's expectations, and came to power with the air of a marshal: This year our national steel output will reach 8.5 million tons!Try to catch up with the United Kingdom in seven years, and catch up with the United States in the eighth year and up to ten years! it is good!it is good!The words of these marshals made the marshals very happy!Lin Biao stood up and applauded.Mao Zedong was also affected by the emotions of the venue. While applauding happily, he applauded the generals with smiles all over his face!But the old man's eyes flashed a bit of displeasure, because he saw a generalissimo who not only did not applaud, but glanced at the person in charge of the metallurgical department.He is Peng Dehuai.

The next speaker is the representative of the Ministry of Petroleum Industry. Because Yu Qiuli had not been in the Ministry of Petroleum for a long time, he let his deputy minister Li Renjun take the lead. This Li Renjun didn't look good, but he had a strong body and was full of spirit.After he walked to the microphone on the rostrum and said the chairman and all the representatives, he suddenly pointed down the stage with his hand, pointing at the leaders of the Ministry of Metallurgy, and his voice surpassed the sound of the amplifier: "We are fighting with your Ministry of Metallurgy! Your Ministry of Metallurgy For one ton of steel, our Ministry of Petroleum is determined to produce one ton of oil!"

I don't know who screamed my mother in the silent audience!But then it was overwhelmed by stormy applause.How long the applause lasted, no one looked at the watch at the time, only Li Renjun in front of the microphone knew, because he wanted to continue speaking several times, but waves of applause stopped him.Then the applause finally stopped.But the voice of a Hunan native in the center of the rostrum was ahead: "Can you do it?" Li Renjun looked back and saw that it was Mao Zedong who was asking questions with a slight smile. "Row!" This time it was Mao Zedong who led the applause.The venue once again gave the Ministry of Petroleum the warmest applause. At this time, He Changgong, the representative of the Ministry of Geology, couldn't sit still.The two He Changgongs in his heart started fighting: one He Changgong said that you are from Jinggangshan, Ruijin, so you can’t be more impulsive than young people; If you worry about this, you are right!

Next, He Changgong, the representative of the Ministry of Geology, will speak! When He Changgong, who was thinking, raised his head, he found that everyone around him was staring at him.what happened?He looked at the rostrum again, and Zhou Enlai, who presided over the meeting, was gesturing to him: Comrade He Changgong, please come to the rostrum!Oh, it's my turn!He Changgong hurriedly stood up, his already lame legs became even more lame now.There was a soft chuckle on the field, which was a friendly laugh.Whether it was the generals or junior marshals like Yu Qiuli and Li Renjun, they all respected the old general very much.

"Changgong, do you have any satellites to launch?" He Changgong, who had just walked in front of the microphone, had not had time to calm down when the voice of the Hunan native in the center of the rostrum rang out again.It's an old man!There is no need to look back like Li Renjun, He Changgong is too familiar with this voice: it has been forty years since the first meeting in Changxindian in 1918! "Report to the Chairman: I dare not release the satellite, but on behalf of the hundreds of thousands of employees of the Ministry of Geology, I can report the good news to the Chairman and all representatives here..." He Changgong is an old general who is almost sixty years old after all, and he cannot The few young representatives who spoke were so impulsive, but they had the power to shake mountains and rivers.

"Okay, tell me about your happiness." Mao Zedong was very happy today. "That's right." He Changgong put aside the speech prepared by the secretary, and followed the mood of Lao Mao and the entire venue, and said: "After several years of hard work by us geologists, we have already dealt with the underground enemies of the whole country. It is relatively clear that not only a group of regiment commanders and division commanders of the enemy have been captured, but several army commanders and commanders have also been captured!" This kind of metaphor is very suitable for the taste of most veterans in the audience, so He Changgong won a burst of applause when he said this. ... "By the way, if we don't have oil, our country can't be strong. We can't find oil. It's our shame! If we can't find oil, we have to go!" The old general looked back at the people sitting on the rostrum when he said this. .The venue was suddenly surprisingly quiet, in sharp contrast to the enthusiastic atmosphere just now.A few younger representatives in the audience heard this, why the old general Changgong sweated: This old Hetou said that everyone should go away, who is everything referring to, besides you and Changgong, who else is included?Well, including Yu Qiuli and the others from the Petroleum Department, you can't count them all, can you?Who else is there?The eyes of the audience turned to the rostrum. There was no expression on Mao Zedong's face, and his eyes turned to He Changgong who was speaking. "Yes, foreigners used to say that China was poor in oil. Is it poor or not? Our scientists don't believe it. Our workers don't believe it, and neither does Chairman Mao!" He Changgong didn't look back at his fellow villagers this time. Lao Mao.The old general’s confidence is really the same as before. He raised his voice: “There are oil fields in our country’s east, west, north, and south borders. Is it true that only the great China has no oil fields? Isn’t it strange! We don’t believe this! Absolutely not.” I can responsibly reveal to you here: China can not only have oil fields, but also find large oil fields, and find China’s Baku!" "Baku?" Hearing this, Mao Zedong turned sideways and whispered softly to Zhou Enlai who was beside him. "It's a big oil field in the Soviet Union." Zhou Enlai said. "Alright, let's applaud Changgong and the others for finding China's Baku!" Mao Zedong said loudly and took the lead in applauding.As a result, the whole venue suddenly burst into applause. When He Changgong stepped down from the rostrum, there was an imperceptible tear in his eyes: Lao Mao hasn't applauded himself like this for many years! "Old General, what are you thinking? Let's see if the overall design is okay?" Yu Qiuli gently poked He Changgong, who was still immersed in the past, with his arm. "Oh, let's hold our national meeting." The old general felt that he had lost his composure, so he hurriedly took over the 1959 Songliao Basin exploration overall design jointly researched and formulated by the leaders of the two ministries of geology and petroleum, and looked at it seriously. "Very good. The coordination and division of labor between the two departments are clearly written in the design. The next step is to see if we can obtain industrial oil flow as soon as possible!" He Changgong affirmed. "As soon as the Spring Festival is over, I will have someone send this general report to Songliao in the name of our two ministries!" Yu Qiuli said. "Can." "I still have a question to ask, old general!" At this moment, Kang Shi'en leaned into He Changgong's ear pretentiously. He Changgong was taken aback for a moment, then raised his left hand, and slapped Kang Shien hard on the back of the head. "Needless to say your request, I understand." The people next to me don't know what's going on. "My wife, serve the dumplings!" The old general waved his hand towards the kitchen and shouted loudly. "Ah—old General He who knows me!" Kang Shi'en was overjoyed. He grabbed a large bowl of flour dumplings from He Changgong's wife, Sister Yin Qingping, and started "fighting" quickly. "Brother, slow down. Look, the oil in the dumpling is leaking out!" He Changgong pulled his wife over and said, "Don't worry about him, today he likes to bleed as much as he likes. If he doesn't get me oil in Songliao tomorrow, I'll punish him, a hungry wolf!" "Report to the old general, I accept your challenge." Kang Shien playfully picked up the chopsticks and saluted He Changgong, and then pitifully raised the empty bowl in his hand, thank you for always bringing another bowl! "Hahaha..." Yu Qiuli and the others leaned forward happily.The old general and his wife were even more happy. Huang Jiqing, with the spirit of this national conference, left Beijing on the sixth day of the first lunar month to arrive at the (page missing from the original book) With the failure of the previous two reference wells, Songji Mitsui has too much weight in the minds of oil hunters in Songliao!It is so heavy that it cannot have the slightest mistake.But it is so disappointing! what to do?What should I do next? Beijing, at 12 o'clock in the middle of the night, Minister Yu Qiuli of the Ministry of Petroleum was woken up. Beijing, at 2 a.m., the phone at He Changgong's home from the Ministry of Geology rang. "Old Huang, what should we do in this situation?" "Mr. Huang, can a dead horse be treated like a living horse?" From 4:00 a.m. to the afternoon of the next day, Huang Jiqing's home and office did not lose their phone calls. "I need to understand the situation on the spot to make a decision." Huang Jiqing asked the switchboard operator to make a long-distance call to Changchun. "Hey, engineer Xiaohan? Tell me about the condition of the core. The more detailed the better." ... "Old Huang, how are you?" He Changgong called again. "I think you can test the oil in advance!" Huang Jiqing replied. "Okay then, I'll contact Comrade Yu Qiuli." When He Changgong contacted Yu Qiuli, Vice Minister Kang Shien had already arrived at the Songji Mitsui site. "Minister, the well can't be drilled anyway. Let's test the oil!" The drillers, who had been dejected for several days, begged one after another when they saw their leader coming. "No, no! It is absolutely impossible to test the oil now!" Milchenko, the chief geologist of the Soviet Ministry of Petroleum who accompanied Kang Shien, shook his head and waved his hands. According to the regulations, the reference well must be drilled to the end according to the design requirements until the end hole Only then can we start to test the oil from the bottom up. "Now the hole is too big, what should I do if I can't drill it anymore?" Kang Shien asked Milchenko. "Then make another hole in the side." Kang Shi'en did not refute the opinion of the Soviet experts, but tossed off his military coat, ran to the workers, and whispered, "I will take the experts out of here in a while. If you think your ideas are right, you can do it boldly!" "Okay!" With the minister's words, the workers have nothing to worry about! On September 13, the drillers on the construction site began to perforate in the three oil layers between 1357 meters and 1382.4 meters underground that Songji Sanjing completed drilling.During this time, seepage crude oil gradually gushed out of the hole... After 20 days of such back-and-forth fishing, the water gushing out of the hole became less and less, but more and more oil. By September 26, the black crude oil that people were expecting finally gushed out from the ground thousands of meters away like a giant dragon, and it became a spectacle on the Great Plains! The earth in Songliao is boiling! The organs of the Ministry of Geology and the Ministry of Petroleum in Beijing are boiling! There is also Zhongnanhai, "It's oily! It's oily!" On this day, Huang Jiqing came home from get off work, and as soon as he stepped over the threshold, he yelled at his wife who was busy in the kitchen. The wife was startled, and looked around the stove, looking back and forth, very strangely: "Where is the oil coming out?" "Songliao! Oil is coming out of Songliao!" Huang Jiqing laughed and pulled his wife out of the kitchen, then took out a map from his bag and spread it on the dining table: "Here, oil is coming out here!" Only then did my wife suddenly realize: "Is it the northeast area where you said there was oil a few years ago?" "That's right, that's right. But I've been predicting in the past, and now the oil is really coming out of the ground! You son of a turtle, I heard that the oil is rising so high!" Huang Jiqing danced with his hands and feet, his mouth full They kept yelling: "There is oil! Now we are not short of oil! Oh, the waves of oil are rolling." "Father, stop yelling, okay!" The eldest son suddenly rushed out of his room, covered his ears with his hands and yelled, then turned around and slammed the door shut hard. "Oil, oil, oil, I get annoyed when I hear this word!" In the back room, the son shouted angrily again. "This kid, why is he so crazy!" Huang Jiqing didn't know what was going on, and the excitement just now disappeared. The wife immediately covered her face and sobbed softly. "What happened? Tell me quickly!" Huang Jiqing was anxious. "The university didn't admit him. The school said he was right-minded. He was assigned to a valley in Changping, a suburb of Beijing." His wife sighed, pointed to the two packed luggage next to him, and said, "No, tomorrow morning He has to report there." "You say he's right-minded? How old is he!" Huang Ji lost his temper.During the anti-rightist movement the year before last, he had suffered enough for telling the truth, and someone almost gave him a rightist hat that would never turn him back.Although He Changgong came forward to help later, but now the dark cloud of the great rightist is still hovering over his head all the time.My son is only a middle school student, so how could he think right!Incredible. Huang Jiqing has three children, one daughter and two sons.The eldest is a daughter named Jiesheng, the second is named Haosheng by his son, and the youngest is also named Yusheng.The three children were all born in Chongqing, when the country was in crisis and turmoil. Huang Jiqing named his children with the four characters of "survival after catastrophe", in order to let future generations remember this unusual time.In terms of fate, the eldest son Haosheng is the worst.When he was born, Huang Jiqing and his wife had just moved from Nanjing to Beibei, Chongqing, and the Japanese bomb became Xiaohao's birthwife.When he was half a year old, Xiao Hao almost died of pneumonia.Fortunately, my father asked for a medicine from a doctor who had returned from overseas.Xiao Hao was born Dan and was very clever. He installed a small radio for the great scientist's father when he was twelve or thirteen years old. Huang Jiqing cared about current affairs and politics all his life. The news of Stalin's death was learned through the small radio installed by his son. In 1954, the family moved to Beijing.Haosheng, who was in junior high school, heard that Beijing No. 4 Middle School was good, so he was accepted into the senior class of No. 4 Middle School as soon as he took the exam.His goal is to become a future Tsinghua University student.Haosheng inherited his father's lineage. He has good academic performance and is straightforward in speaking and doing things. He is the representative of the study class in the class and a member of the league.Later, the storm of the anti-rightist struggle also swept into the school.The group organization asked each group member to write heart-to-heart materials.Haosheng was not used to two things at that time. One was that the school playground was full of small boilers, and students were asked to make steel during class time; the other was that a physics teacher who taught well was beaten as a rightist.He wrote his views on these two matters into the heart-to-heart materials and handed them in. In January 1959, when the college entrance examination began, Haosheng confidently applied for Tsinghua University’s radio major, and got a very good score in mathematics and got 100 points. Huang Haosheng didn’t know this score at the time, but his name was not on the admission list. Some with lower scores than him are on the list.Haosheng became anxious and asked the head teacher what was going on.The head teacher glanced at him and said that you want to go to college too, then ignored him.Later, my mother found the school after learning about it.The teacher in charge said secretly: You child, just rely on his thoughts, hmph, fortunately, the school didn’t mark the right among high school students... My mother was shocked when she heard it. For rightists, Huang Haosheng must be the first one.In this way, the rightist son of the big rightist was finally assigned to Changping, a suburb of Beijing, as a mountain teacher. "Oh, they tell young people to tell the truth, but they punish them again. What kind of a joke is this!" Huang Jiqing was about to curse again.However, our master of science who can figure out the mysteries of thousands of meters underground, besides scolding something, he was not only very helpless about the political climate at that time, but also full of fear in his heart.From then on, the master's heart has been very painful and melancholy.He seldom speaks, in fact, others don't give him much place and space to speak.