Lu Ming

Chapter 311 The Plague
Along with the rapid population expansion, the number of main roads leading from Chikan to the industrial areas in the west also increased to three.

Except for the first road which is made of cement, the other two are paved with asphalt.There is no shortage of bitumen these days: the poor oil processing capacity of the petrochemical sector is the culprit behind the massive production of bitumen.

Including all kinds of "No. 50" gasoline, a lot of jokes have been made on Miao Su's side in a short period of time. Titles such as "Venezuela in the 17th century" are no longer news on the forum.

However, there is no way for Petrochemical.With the current industrial capacity of Traveling Country, if you want to turn dark crude oil into various refined oils, you can only use atmospheric distillation, so it is normal to have a lot of waste products.

If you want to further process and refine petroleum, you need these processes of hydrocracking.However, these processes require various pressure vessels and pipelines, and the industrial party kneels when the word "pressure" is mentioned.

Any kind of pressure vessel is essentially a bomb.Whether it is a pressure cooker or a gas tank, these things cannot be produced without a mature industrial system.If you force the horse, just wait for the serial bombs.

Through the crowd, there is no lighting welding process, no qualified steel materials, and even normal pressure valves. A certain force wants to produce huge and higher-level petrochemical equipment, which is tantamount to fantasy.

Petrochemical equipment is the pearl of industry. Even a small chemical plant, all kinds of corrosion-resistant towers, kettles, tanks, valves, and pipelines are not within the reach of poor and white powers.

Those rich oil-producing countries in later generations seem to produce millions of barrels of crude oil per day, but the refined oil they use for their own use is still imported.The petrochemical industry can only be played by hooligans. For example, high-tech ethylene complete sets of equipment, even the rabbits, did not break the patent monopoly until the beginning of the 21st century.

Therefore, there is a reason why Venezuela has become like that. Without the support of the manufacturing industry, the country will always be duckweed in the wind.

And the crossing country is similar now: child laborers in Syria burn firewood to distill crude oil under an open-air tin cabinet, and oil workers in Miaosu do the same. The difference is that Miaosu is full of forests and there is enough firewood.

This primitive distillation method is standard in the initial stage. Don't worry about shame, Rockefeller also did it in the beginning.

Poor refining capacity is the culprit for high asphalt production.Miaosu now produces only 1 ton of gasoline, diesel, lubricating oil, and kerosene every day. Those who hear it are really sad and those who hear it cry.

Most of the crude oil is turned into asphalt, which is spread on roads.This mirror-smooth building material is nothing more than a consolation compared to the more useful gasoline and diesel.
In mid-December 1628, more than a month after a certain person ascended the throne, in the afternoon, Ermalu.

Generally speaking, every morning and evening is the time when the road utilization rate is the highest: tens of thousands of commuting workers will occupy the road like a tide, and the scene is very spectacular.

Today is no exception.On the slippery road, there was a chug noise, and a commuter car emitting faint black smoke was slowly passing by.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, it is the laziest time: the workers returning home from shifts sit lazily in the car, the road is empty and uncrowded; The Lagoon is home before you know it.

This kind of gas commuter car with a string of open plank carriages hanging behind it is already the second-generation model.Thanks to the increasing metal processing technology in the kiln district base, the early wooden-wheeled vehicles were replaced by steel-wheeled vehicles, and the early shock-absorbing leaf springs were replaced by springs thicker than the little finger. Coupled with the smooth asphalt road surface, passengers Our driving experience has been greatly improved - at least not broken hemorrhoids.

Just as the No. 0137 commuter car was slowly driving from north to south, a horse-drawn carriage came across the road with the sound of hooves.

With the attitude of "everything must be standardized" across the board, this carriage is no exception.

The carriage numbers are written on the carriages, and the standard carriages belonging to the bus company are Western-style four-wheeled vehicles.This type of vehicle consists of two naive horses in front side by side, they are fastened with leather ropes, and the coachman sitting in the front of the carriage is riding the horses with ease - he only needs to shake the leather rope and whisper. Control the horse.

Traditional Chinese vehicles are hard shafts.That kind of cart has only two wheels, and the shaft is supported on the shoulders of the horse with hard wood. The horse not only bears the force of dragging the vehicle forward, but also bears part of the downward gravity of the vehicle and the groom sitting on the shaft.

This has resulted in the slow speed of the carriage, the fatigue of the horse and the low transportation efficiency.

However, the Western-style carriages that use soft cables to transmit the pulling force do not have this problem: the horses are only responsible for the forward drag force, and the weight of the body and passengers is all borne by the four wheels.

Anyone who has watched Western movies knows that whether it is a carriage pulling a box on the streets of London or a caravan in the western pioneering of the United States, it is a four-wheel structure suitable for long-distance transportation.

Right now, Da Yuan is no exception: all the rough horses bought from Daming in the crossing country are equipped with standard four-wheeled freight carriages.

When the driver pulling a cart of white radishes saw the driver of the commuter car, he waved his hands from afar. When the two sides were about to cross each other, the driver threw a white radish the size of a fist: "Old Wang, try the radish. When there is a lot of water, the land can only be harvested!"

The driver, Old Wang, stretched out his hand. He didn't want to miss the carrot, but was picked up by the worker in the carriage behind him.Several workers laughed, each one took a bite, and the radish was killed with a click.The driver laughed and yelled at the groom: "Go to your house for a drink at night!"

"Don't come at night, let's meet in the cafeteria!" As the groom drove away, a crucial message floated over: "Swine fever in Seven Bridges!"

"Ah! Swine fever again!?" After receiving this information, everyone including the driver and passengers burst into joy.The next moment, Pharaoh, who was wearing indigo canvas work clothes, turned on the power of the gas generator to the maximum, so the speed of the front of the car quickly picked up, and the whole string of carriages was dragged happily towards the terminal "Seven Bridges".

"Seven Bridges" is a place name.As one of the countless small bridges built by crossers on the Tainan Plain, the "Seven Bridges" are very inconspicuous.The only thing that people can remember is probably the pig farm near Seven Bridges.

While the commuter bus was on its way to the terminal, a motorcycle was speeding past on the "Seven Bridges" built of prefabricated concrete panels.

This is a Harley motorcycle.The classic elevated body, flowing leather ears, and riders wearing leather jackets and leather boots, the strong hippie smell can be smelled from a long distance.

The only thing that is a little discordant is: sitting behind the rider wearing sunglasses is not a chick with her butt up, but an iron cage with two screaming black piglets inside.

After passing the Seventh Bridge, the motorcycle continued to roar all the way. After leaving a smell of gasoline on the coastal plain in the 17th century, it didn't take long for the motorcycle to plunge into the simple Seventh Bridge Pig Farm.

With a "squeak" scream, the solid tire of the motorcycle left a black scratch on the ground, and Huo Xiong rolled over and got off the car.

Huo Xiong is a man with dark skin and thick eyebrows, a fleshy face, a tall and strong body, a motorcycle jacket is tightly worn by him, with a pistol on the back waist and a dagger on the back of the boots, he looks like a villain.

However, no one would have imagined that such a daring car gang, his real identity is a 985 biology graduate student of Shanda University.

Seeing the four pig farm workers, three men and one woman trembling in front of him, Huo Xiong angrily threw the iron cage containing the piglets over: "Where's the corpse?"

"In the backyard!" The one who hurriedly took over the iron cage was a man in his thirties with a face full of pain.This man's name is Yamane, and he is the manager of the pig farm - he takes care of his wife and two other employees.

Hearing the words, Huo Xiong pushed aside the roots of the mountain, strode around to the backyard to have a look, and suddenly became angry: four black-haired second senior brothers lay neatly on the ground.

"Didn't you say three heads!?" Huo Xiong turned his head with an unfriendly expression.

"Fang just fell down again, just before you walked in."

"Am I the God of Plague?" Huo Xiong burst into anger when he heard that this guy couldn't speak, and kicked him.

Seeing that Shan Gen, who had been prepared for a long time, dodged deftly, Huo Xiong snorted angrily: "Bring the knife."

Shan Gen's wife, a short, dark-skinned woman, lowered her head and handed Huo Xiong a butcher's knife.After holding the knife and snorting coldly, Huo Xiong turned around and squatted down, and began to dissect the four black pigs.

In fact, there is no need for extensive dissection.The four dead pigs had purple spots on their skin, bleeding spots on the base of the ears, abdomen, inner thigh, and eyelids, rotten pig intestines, and blood in the pig manure. It didn't take long for Huo Xiong to determine the cause of the second brother's death: classic swine fever.

Standing up and patting his forehead, someone knew that he was busy now.

"How many are still alive?"

"The ones with three and a half heads are raised in separate pens."

"Still divided into columns, divided into farts!"

As Huo Xiong said, he came to the pigsty and carefully inspected the three sub-adult pigs that were still alive.

"Hurry up and transfer these heads to the backup point."

"Yes! Sir."

Swine fever, also known as "hog cholera", is an acute, highly contagious virus that usually spreads among pigs and has no direct harm to humans.

In later generations, the vaccine immunity period against classical swine fever can reach more than one year, and it is recognized as an attenuated vaccine with good safety, superior immunogenicity, and genetic stability.

However, the time-traveling crowd does not have such a thing.

Not only is there no vaccine, but all kinds of commonly used antibiotics and medicines in veterinary medicine are not available in Transit. A force that is trying to climb the sulfonamide technology tree is still a long way from antibiotics and vaccines.

There is no way, it has been less than two years since the crossing forces came to this plane, and there is no time to build these branch technologies.

Therefore, Huo Xiong, who is the leader of the animal husbandry industry, must find the source of infection today, otherwise, it will be a bad thing if there is a large area of ​​swine fever.

So he picked up the knife and began to carefully dissect the dead pig on the ground for the second time.

(End of this chapter)