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Chapter 1472 Adaptation
Li Kuiyong knew that he had caused a scene, but he didn't know the details.

Wang Yan couldn't explain this to Li Kuiyong, and Li Kuiyong, with his limited understanding, wouldn't be able to comprehend these complexities.

"Brother Yan, we can't just let this go like this." Li Kui was incredibly courageous.

"To be honest, I could break their father's legs, but if I did that, I wouldn't have any place to live on this land. Besides, they are all heroes who sacrificed their lives. From the perspective of the whole country, if their children are not disciplined, it's a minor issue."

Wang Yan smiled and looked at Li Kuiyong, "At its core, the root of my conflict with Li Yuanchao and the others lies here: the reason these people are so arrogant is because of their fathers. You say we can't let it go, so what can we do? If I break their legs now, it means I'm in the wrong, and I'll really be dragged to the shooting range."

"That can't be..."

"Of course not." Wang Yan waved his hand. "There will be opportunities in the future. A gentleman takes his revenge even after ten years. As long as we give it time and are patient enough, we might get hold of their weakness someday, and then they'll be in trouble..."

"Sigh..." Li Kuiyong let out a long, dejected sigh, feeling a deep sense of powerlessness and the immense class barrier...

After listening for a while, Yu Ming naturally understood why Wang Yan had come here. While enjoying the spectacle, he also felt somewhat powerless.

Wang Yan didn't comfort them. This was normal; it was inevitable at any time. Even if you wanted blood to be spilled five steps away, you might not necessarily end up with the real mastermind.

He flipped through the books he had brought by candlelight, turning the pages one by one, and he really read very quickly.

There's very little entertainment here. Even though everyone brings a lot of books and shares them, they eventually run out. By day, all you see is endless yellow earth; by night, all you have is a single candle in the cave dwelling. You're surrounded by familiar faces, and every day is the same…

On their first day here, the educated youth, exhausted from their journey, went to bed early and slept until the sun was high in the sky before emerging from their cave dwellings, full of energy.

"I slept so well that night."

"Yes, the train ride was so uncomfortable for me."

"Hey, I think I vaguely heard wolves howling last night, did you hear that?" Three women make a drama, seven women together make a four-hour movie.

They chattered and discussed for a long time before finally asking the three men.

Li Kuiyong and Yu Ming were sleeping like logs, snoring loudly, and there was no sound of wolves howling.

Wang Yan nodded: "I heard that. There are indeed wolves here. The Northwest wolves are not just a name. I heard that the wolves here are very big and fierce, and they like to come out at night. Some people call them Night Moon Wolves."

"Huh? Really?" The group of female educated youth turned pale at the mention of wolves. They hadn't even seen a wolf yet, but it seemed like they had already been carried off by one.

Qin Ling waved his hand and said, "It's alright, we'll be fine in the village. If we want to go out, we can go together."

That's some consolation, though.

Everyone busied themselves washing up and then starting a fire to cook. Just then, Old Liu led a few men in carrying wood.

"I knew you had just woken up. It must have been a long and tiring journey from the capital."

He grinned and spoke enthusiastically, then headed straight for Wang Yan with a clear objective.

"Comrade Wang, I've brought you some wood. See if it's enough for your house repairs. If not, I'll go find some more. These are carpentry tools. I bought them from Carpenter Li in Linping this morning. See if they're suitable."

"It works as long as it's usable." Wang Yan took out cigarettes from his pocket and handed them out to Lao Liu and the others. None of them smoked them; instead, they tucked them behind their ears, muttering that they were still city people, even smoking rolled cigarettes, they must be rich.

Wang Yan responded with a smile, lit a cigarette, looked at the wood, roughly measured it, and said to Lao Liu, "It's enough. It can not only repair the house, but also make the kang table we agreed on yesterday, plus a couple of stools."

"Oh, that's great!" Old Liu nodded happily. "I told you yesterday that I live in the kiln behind yours. If you need anything, just come find me. You're busy, I'll head back now."

Old Liu nodded kindly to everyone, showing that he had taken care of everyone.

Wang Yan greeted him and asked, "Brother Liu, how often does the postman come?"

"Ten days? What, you need to send a letter?" Before Wang Yan could speak, Old Liu continued, "Of course we need to send one. You're all quite young, and you've come all this way. Your families must be worried. The postman won't be here for another five days. Perfect timing, tomorrow is the fifteenth, and our brigade needs to go to the county market to buy things. Write your letters today, give them to me this afternoon, and I'll go to the county tomorrow to mail them for you."

"Alright, Brother Liu, I'll go with you tomorrow and see what it's like in the county."

"What kind of knowledge do you have? How can you compare to Beijing? Chairman Mao is protecting us..."

Brother Liu left with his men, leaving a group of educated youth chatting and cooking.

The female educated youths were quite interested in Wang Yan because he had stood out from yesterday until now. He was wealthy, technically skilled, always smiling, and seemed very easygoing.

So when they were having dinner together, they talked about their families and their budding romances. It was during this time that they learned that Wang Yan's parents had passed away, that he already had a girlfriend, and that he was serving in the army. Wang Yan wrote letters to his girlfriend and had even met her parents.

Upon hearing this, the female educated youth lost interest, or at least that's how it appeared...

After lunch, the educated youth strolled around the village to familiarize themselves with the surroundings. Li Kuiyong and Yu Ming went along, but Wang Yan didn't go because he had gotten up early that morning and had already explored the entire Baidian Village.

So he comfortably chopped wood in the yard.

He was strong and precise; wood was like tofu in his hands. His work efficiency was extremely high. In less than two hours, he had already roughly processed the wood, and piled up all the materials needed for the three rooms, the materials for making a kang table for Old Liu, and the surplus materials to make two stools.

After finishing his work, he took the wood and went to work in the cave dwelling, where it was relatively warmer. The newly arrived educated youth were very generous with firewood, and the fire inside was quite strong.

The cave dwellings they lived in all faced south, so they got plenty of sunshine and were very bright inside. Cave dwellings aren't anything special; the inside is similar to a normal house. The only difference is the layout: the kang (heated brick bed) is directly connected to the stove, right next to it, unlike in Northeast China where it's separated by a wall.

Besides that, there was a broken wooden frame, a broken table, broken stools, and a large water vat next to the stove. It was obvious that Old Liu had temporarily arranged these things, but at least they were usable. The rest of the place was very clean, with nothing else. The only thing worth mentioning was that the space was very large. This kiln was connected to another kiln next to it, so it could be considered a two-bedroom apartment.

Wang Yan didn't even take any specific measurements. He just looked at the wooden windows and doors at the entrance of the cave dwelling and started sawing wood. If you compared them, the error would be no more than a few millimeters. This is the combination of eyesight and precision, and the ultimate control over distance.

Actually, the workload for the wooden windows and doors in the three rooms wasn't large. He didn't intend to replace them completely with new ones, but rather to replace the rotten parts, repair other areas, and re-treat the gaps to prevent drafts and minimize the leakage of air and heat through the gaps.

The rest is just a matter of fixing it as it breaks.

So when the group, who had been walking for most of the day, returned after circling around the area, Wang Yan had already finished dealing with all three houses.

"Wang Yan, you're amazing! Three rooms, and you finished them so quickly." Qin Ling didn't hold back in offering emotional support.

Tian Fang nodded in agreement: "Yes, Wang Yan, it seems your Level 2 carpentry skills are truly impressive."

"The work is pretty rough, but we're trying to get it done quickly so everyone can get a good night's sleep," Wang Yan said with a smile, his hands never stopping as he smoothed out the wooden planks.

"You must all be tired from walking, right? Go back and rest." Wang Yan said, "After walking around like this, you probably understand how tough it is here. We definitely won't have enough to eat, so save what you can. We don't want to run out of food and starve. We can't borrow food from others right now. Also, write some letters, and I'll mail them for you tomorrow."

"No need, we'd like to go to the county too," Qin Ling said politely.

Li Kuiyong chimed in, "It's over forty li, you guys better think it over. I reckon they definitely won't let us ride in the donkey cart, we'll have to walk. A hundred li round trip..."

"No way?" Tian Fang said. "When we came yesterday, didn't they make us sit for quite a long time?"

"That's because we're afraid we won't make it before dark, afraid we won't be able to walk." That's what Yu Ming said; this kid is still thoughtful.

"Then I'll go too! I refuse to believe I can't make it back and forth." Qin Ling turned to ask, "Sisters, don't you think so?"

She looked at the other six female educated youths, hoping to gain some support. They didn't disappoint her; they all agreed, deciding to get up first thing the next morning and go to the county town. Afterwards, they went back to rest, planning to meet up again at dinner time that evening…

"Brother Yan, I'll go with you tomorrow. If you get up early, remember to wake me up." Li Kuiyong took off his shoes, sat cross-legged on the warm kang (heated brick bed), and took out cigarettes to offer.

Yu Ming took the cigarette Li Kuiyong offered and chimed in, "I'll go too, Brother Yan. They didn't even let us look around the county when we came. They sent us away right after we woke up. I want to see what this county town is like."

They barely rested along the way, constantly on the move. They stopped for a day in the county, where the county's educated youth office held a welcome event with gongs, drums, and folk dances. However, they didn't arrive until the afternoon, and the county officials gave another speech. The next morning, they were assigned to communes, leaving them with no free time and being forbidden from doing so.

Wang Yan nodded with a smile: "Okay, I guess I'll have to get up before dawn. If I don't have anything to do tonight, I'll go to bed early."

“What could possibly happen?” Li Kuiyong sighed. “I just want to go home now. Although life in Beijing isn’t great, it’s still better than here.”

He fiddled with his hair back and forth. "Look, Brother Yan, I just went out for a walk and my head is full of sand."

“That’s why people wear headscarves, right? They’re for protection against sand.” Yu Ming laughed. “I’ll get one for myself tomorrow. We can’t wash our hair, so we should protect ourselves properly. Just thinking about having to walk ten miles of mountain road to fetch water makes my legs tremble.”

“If it doesn’t work out, we can dig a well. It would be a good thing for the villagers here. What do you say, Brother Yan?” Li Kuiyong said generously.

Wang Yan glanced at him: "Is drilling a well so easy? You have to know the water veins first. That's the job of geographers. Do you think such experts would come here to drill a well for us? Besides, our Baidian Village is located at a relatively high altitude, so the cost of drilling a well is much higher. It's not a small amount of money."

However, Li Kuiyong's words were incorrect, but his meaning was correct: he was not short of money.

Before leaving, I took a stroll around Beijing, visited many veterans, and had a friendly exchange, expressing our opinions to each other. The results were quite good; otherwise, where would he have gotten his camera and many lenses? He could have dug ten wells, let alone one.

But that's not how you spend money...

"Stay put for now and get a feel for the situation in the county, the city, and the other communes. We can't make the decision about drilling the well; it has to be Captain Liu and Secretary Zhang from the commune. They're the ones who make the final decision. Besides, don't you think about it? It's winter now; do you even think you can drill through that soil?"

Wang Yan waved his hand, ignoring Li Kuiyong, and continued to polish the wooden boards, refining the various mortise and tenon joints.

Old Liu had given him a box of small nails earlier, which he used to repair the doors and windows. However, he didn't actually need nails to fix furniture. His carpentry skills might not be top-notch, but his understanding of various structures was absolutely masterful. After all, over many years, his level of mathematics, physics, and even materials science was extremely high.

Mathematics allows him to grasp precision, while structural mechanics in physics allows him to understand the superiority of structures, enabling them to be more robust and bear greater weight. Materials science, however, is somewhat like using a cannon to kill a mosquito—after all, it's just ordinary elm wood, and its potential can't be fully realized. A carpenter's intuition about wood is already sufficient.

Wang Yan really had nothing to do here, so apart from dinner, he spent all his time making the kang table and finished it just before going to bed.

Not only did he finish the work, but he also carved on the legs of the table and added some fancy designs, making the small kang table look high-end and classy, ​​giving people the impression that it was not cheap.

I applied the oil that night and left it indoors to air dry. It will be ready to use tomorrow.

After finishing his work, Wang Yan wrote a letter on the table by candlelight, put it in an envelope, and wrote the address. Only then did he fall asleep.

The next morning, he got up early and woke up the other educated youth. They cooked together and ate a bite early. He even made extra dry rations and put them in his satchel. He boiled a large pot of water and poured it into his kettle.

After they finished their work, Old Liu arrived with several men, all carrying loads and baskets, clearly about to make a large purchase.

The female educated youth looked around, and sure enough, they didn't see a donkey cart.

"Brother Yan, why don't we carry the buckets down there? We can fetch some water on our way back. It's only been two days, and we've already gone down more than half a vat of water," Li Kuiyong suggested, offering a very constructive suggestion.

Both buckets and carrying poles were available. The carrying poles were made of highly flexible wood with holes at both ends for securing iron hooks. The buckets were made of sheet metal, easily deformed with a single step. However, they were lightweight and, as long as they didn't leak, were considered usable. Repairing them was simple: melt molten iron and pour it on the leaking spot. Those with more skill would re-weld them.

The female educated youth also followed suit, carrying two carrying poles and four buckets. The group of nearly twenty people descended the mountain in a grand procession and headed towards the county town...

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