I Took an Order at Four O'clock in the Morning, and the End Point Was the Long March Road.

Chen Mo, the delivery rider at four in the morning. A delivery of antibiotics ended at the Red Army's Long March Road. On the snowy mountain grassland, the soldiers turned purple from the cold. He emptied the incubator, leaving behind medicine, food and cotton-padded clothes. Back to reality, orders were overdue, wages were deducted, and negative reviews abounded. Bite! The dream shuttle system has been bound. Mission: To convey the warmth of this era to the mountains and rivers of a hundred years ago. From then on, his electric car traveled across time and space - the Anti-Japanese War hospital was in urgent need of penicillin, so he ran to pharmacies all over the city overnight; at the Changjin Lake position where the temperature was -40 degrees, netizens from all over the country spontaneously sent military coats; the Daqing wasteland was short of equipment parts, and factories rushed to work overnight and convoys relayed transportation. The system is only responsible for opening the door to time and space. What truly creates miracles is the relay of thousands of ordinary people. A rider, an old electric vehicle, and a distribution network spanning a century. He wanted the ancestors who fought bloody battles to eat hot meals and wear warm clothes, and he also wanted to tell them personally: "Report! This prosperous China has gone as you wished!"