Chapter 63 Meatballs

  Su Cheng's heart skipped a beat as he pedaled hard on his bicycle, and at the same time, he couldn't help but swing the handlebars back and forth, causing Shu Lan to cling even tighter.

  "Too bad!" Shu Lan's small fist pounded on Su Cheng's shoulder, gentle as if massaging.

  Su Cheng burst out laughing and rode his horse even faster.

  Shaking the bicycle, forcing the girl to hug the driver boy's skill, Shulan had been told by her female classmates before. When she heard it, Shulan thought it was annoying, but when Su Cheng used it, she felt inexplicably sweet.

  "Suzhou is so busy, if he didn't like her, he wouldn't have gone out of his way to ride a bike for her." Shulan thought this as she leaned against Suzhou's broad back, her cheeks almost burning with heat.

  The bumpy road suddenly became interesting.

  It's the same for both sides.

  The street was soon walked out, Su Cheng slowed down a bit and asked: "Where are we going?"

  "Today I brought a lunch box, let's go have a picnic." Shulan patted her backpack, which was bulging with food.

  Su Cheng nodded immediately, secretly pleased with himself: "My girlfriend is a high school girl who can cook! The benefits of crossing over are just that good, ordinary people can't even envy it!"

  After a few minutes, the natural colors appeared on both sides of the road. The oil fields are mostly secluded and beautiful places, for young men and women, as long as they are not smelly or dirty, basically all can be considered good places.

  Su Cheng stopped the car at a more secluded little hill, and Shu Lan had already run up laughing to spread out the picnic mat.

  Lunch was also extremely rich. In addition to the readily available luncheon meat, there were spring rolls, cold mixed three shreds, fried balls and stir-fried rice, among which the spring rolls were made to be both yellow and bright, extremely beautiful.

  "Try it." Shulan blushed and picked up a spring roll, feeding it to Su Cheng.

  Su classmate took a big bite, her lips almost touching Shu Lan's fingers, and felt the fragrance overflowing in her mouth, involuntarily asking: "What is this made of?"

  "Mushrooms, winter bamboo shoots, lard and tenderloin." Shulan said with a pout, "It's hard to buy lard now, you have to line up early."

  Su Cheng was deeply moved. Although the lives of Chinese people have improved, their intake of fat is still significantly insufficient. Compared to lean meat, fatty meat is especially delicious and valuable. It's really troublesome to get lard, and during holidays and festivals, one often has to find connections and go through the back door to get these limited and precious goods.

  It can be said that Shu's family was able to freely purchase all kinds of food also thanks to Shu Hao's hard work.

  "Next time use lean meat then." Su Cheng blinked and smiled: "The greasy oil will make me fat."

  "I can see that too." Shu Lan smiled and said: "Everyone says you're a capitalist, your family fries steak every day at home."

  Su Cheng was speechless and secretly thought: "Brother is wearing 1987, not 1977, otherwise he wouldn't even dare to eat a steak, it's really frustrating to the point of wanting to time-travel again."

  A strange thought flashed through, Su Cheng's eyes were filled with the tender faces and plump lips of little girls everywhere. He picked up a meatball and smiled: "Come, I'll feed you."

  Shulan didn't hesitate, stretching out her neck and first licking the meatball with her tongue before using her small tongue to roll it in.

  Su Cheng suddenly couldn't help it and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

  "You're hungry." Shulan misunderstood, picked up a piece of luncheon meat with chopsticks, and prepared to put it in Su Cheng's mouth.

  In Suzhou, where there is still a heart to eat, with a sideways glance, it's nestled in those beautiful lips.

  A young girl in her flowering season, suddenly became infatuated, allowing Suzhou to take and give as it pleased.

  Lips apart.

  Shulan's face was bright red and looked wronged, her eyes were also rimmed with redness.

  Su Cheng hurriedly persuaded him and picked up another pill, handing it over with a smile.

  Shulan's flat mouth finally revealed her neat white teeth, gently biting into the meatball with a light bite.

  The meatball was torn apart in front of Su Cheng.

  Su Cheng couldn't help but clench her thighs together tightly.

  After a while, the shyness brought by the kiss slowly disappeared. Su Cheng tried to put his arms around Shu Lan and they gazed into the distance together.

  A thousand meters away, there are undulating hills, surrounded by a group of nodding donkeys in the middle, in a triangular ratio. It can be seen that the oil well at the bottom has been abandoned, and some oil wells still have oil extraction machines standing upright, but they have stopped their up-and-down movements.

  "It's so familiar." Su Cheng stroked his chin.

  "Have you been here before?"

  "This is Nan Er Zhuang, right?" Su Cheng muttered to himself, not continuing the conversation. Back in his sophomore year, a senior had been assigned to Nan Er Zhuang, which was very close to Dongying, just a few kilometers away. The oil production here was low, but it was a comfortable and tight-knit place.

  However, Suzhou knew the name of Nan Er Zhuang because of his senior fellow's thesis: "Re-perforation of Low-Resistivity Oil Layers in Wells with Same Fault Block".

  This excellent thesis of that year was repeatedly lectured by his tutor, who is also the tutor of Su Cheng, and appeared as an examination question many times.

  Su City now remembers clearly. Among the 7 shut-in oil wells in the southeastern direction of Nan'erzhuang, 3 were proven to be on the same block, with stable sand body development. After a detailed study of sedimentary microfacies, these three wells were considered low-resistance oil wells. After taking measures to ream and sidetrack, they were put into production again, with a total daily fluid output of 19 tons and an oil output of 17 tons.

  These three wells are typical of those requiring remediation as abandoned oil wells.

  There have been relevant studies in China, although they are far from sufficient. However, once it is confirmed to be a low-permeability oil well, the treatment method is readily available.

  Three wells in the Ruijing Oilfield produce 17 tons per day, which is roughly equivalent to 130 barrels of crude oil. In the context of the entire oilfield, this can only be considered average. However, for a private individual, earning $2,600 per day with an annual salary of 100,000 yuan, what's there to complain about?

  "Let's go take a look at Nan'er Village." Su Cheng had already stood up impatiently.

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