A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

It was early morning again, and Jiang Xia reluctantly got out of bed when the sun was high in the sky.

There's no way around it, it's just too dry.

My nasal cavity, which had been used to the gentle care of Jinan, was still a little unaccustomed to returning to Beijing, and a few drops of blood even appeared.

The hardworking Liu Ye has already taken his sister and grandmother away, leaving Jiang Xia with only the black handbag from yesterday.

Jiang Qiu felt sorry for her brother, and she rushed to make him a small bowl of noodles in the morning.

Jiang Dong munched on the cream bread Liu Ye had brought, indicating that she was also considerate of her brother and hadn't tried to wake him up with her bottom today.

Grandma Jiang was invited by Liu Ye to a training ground, where he wanted her to teach some comrades who couldn't carry guns on missions how to throw nails.

Well, I wonder how many more unofficial grandchildren Grandma Jiang will gain.

With neither his master nor mistress present, Jiang Xia, whose interpersonal relationships were simple, looked wistfully at the empty courtyard: "Busy, busy is good!"

After finishing his noodles, he walked around the yard with his hands behind his back, seemingly doing nothing.

Oh yeah, let's build a computer and play some games! The factory gave us two days off, let's get this party started! Once it's built, I want to play Tetris!

No, it's Chinese Squares!

Jiang Xia, beaming with delight, opened the box. The Sony camera inside had already been handed to Old Li. Although it was a 55 product, its internal structure was still quite instructive. He wondered which factory would ultimately be tasked with imitating it.

Anyway, it's either 706 or 707.

I wonder when I'll receive a return gift from the factory, hehe.

Jiang Xia pulled out the transistor computer blueprints that he had miraculously obtained through sheer luck, fiddled with the transistors for a while, and then realized he was being an idiot.

This is just a bunch of transistors, how the hell are you going to build a computer with that?!

Isn't this like carrying a bunch of bok choy and wanting to eat hot pot?

I miscalculated; I should have had Xiaobenzi tidy up all the insulation boards and such.

Should we call for reinforcements?

Thinking of Old Liu, who was in charge of machine tools, Jiang Xia stroked his chin.

Forget it, I'll work on it myself first, and then take it out when I've made some progress. After all, Jiang Xia, who has his own agenda, still wants to use this thing to get a teacher's photo.

Well, this achievement should be enough to earn him some recognition.

let's move!

The following items are needed: soldering iron, solder wire, insulating board, and a multimeter. Oh, and copper wire too!

Think about where you can find stores that sell these things. Hmm, there are a lot of electronics factories around Jiuxianqiao. Let's go there and have a look.

Riding the torch, Jiang Xia arrived fully armed and charged boldly towards Sihui Bridge.

Well, the assessment of Jiangxia by the Shandong man is quite accurate: he lacks common sense.

Now that a lot of new tickets have been added to Beijing, even "firewood tickets" for lighting stoves have appeared, do you really want to buy such a specialized item?

Instead of wasting time, why not take a stroll in Beihai Park? Bring your ice skates; you might even bump into some interesting person.

Alright, let's ignore this scatterbrain and just pretend he's on another day trip around Beijing.

Let's keep our eyes on Engineer Li Changfu, since his situation doesn't seem too good right now.

A huge workshop in State-owned Factory 112.

After working for half a day, Li Changfu peeked out from beside the two planes that had been dismantled into pieces.

"Old Li, how is it?" Xiong Huoyan, the director of Factory 112, asked anxiously.

Li Changfu chuckled as he wiped the grease off his hands, "I don't understand, I don't understand. I just repair rolling mills, this is too advanced for me to give my opinion!"

"I'm ashamed, I'm ashamed..."

"By the way, I'm not of much use to you anymore anyway. Help me write a statement later, and then I'll head back to Beijing!"

Ignoring Director Xiong's attempts to persuade him to stay, he met up with his master's wife and headed outside.

The master's wife helped Li Changfu, whose legs had gone numb from squatting, to walk a few steps slowly, and asked curiously, "Why didn't you say anything? This isn't like you!"

Li Changfu waved his hand and led his master's wife up to a half-height tower.

Looking up through the glass of the control tower.

The huge square was filled with fighter jets gleaming with silver-gray light. But the fighter jets that should have been soaring in the sky had all been turned into "free-range chickens", and Factory 112 had become the most expensive "chicken farm".

Li Changfu lit a cigarette, his hand trembling more and more with each puff. Two streams of hot tears slid down his face.

"Old woman, I want to change it, I really want to help. But there's nothing I can do!"

"We dismantled three machines yesterday, and two more today. But do you know what? Even the most basic bolts aren't interchangeable!"

"I just removed a part from the nacelle, thinking of swapping it with another one. It was such a simple swap, but the screw holes didn't even align."

"Go all out, get things moving quickly! Hey!"

"This 112 is the complete opposite of the Royal Garden Factory."

"The Imperial Garden side is strictly following the Big Brother's process specifications, preferring to wait for relations between the two sides to ease before importing engines for production. They're so stubborn!"

"On this side, they're ignoring the process specifications and forcing things forward. The output looks good, but is it useful? These are all resources!"

“Our little brat has to beg and plead with everyone to get a machine tool and find some alloys, but they just waste it like that!”

"Waste is not just about resources! It's also about the lives of our air force warriors!"

An elderly man, exuding an imposing aura, walked in from the tower stairs. He was clearly furious, his long mustache trembling with anger.

He reached out and snatched the half-smoked cigarette from Li Changfu, then took two deep drags.

"Yesterday, a report came in that the engine failed in mid-air and the car crashed!"

Li Changfu's heart tightened: "Where are the soldiers?"

"It's nothing, it's just that skydiving was freezing!"

The two looked silently at the chicken farm, speechless for a moment.

a long time.

"Is there really no other way?"

"No, patching things up is pointless. Supersonic speed, do you know what that means? If you go up there with patches, one acceleration and it'll be a complete mess."

"We must start from scratch. Every process specification, every part, and every tooling must be inspected and rectified!"

"Isn't this just starting all over again?"

Li Changfu nodded affirmatively: "It's not too late to start from scratch! Even if it's two years later, it's still better than having soldiers operate machines that are about to fall apart at any moment!"

"We submitted the 'Little Cannon' installation guide to the First Ministry of Machine Building. We suggest that the people at Factory 112 take a good look at it. After reading it, they will understand where they went wrong!"

The bearded man, head down, began pacing in the control tower, and finally held out his hand to Li Changfu: "A cigarette!"

"Hey, you don't smoke a pipe!"

The bearded man waved his hand sullenly and shoved the broken pipe into Li Changfu's hand: "Go back and help me fix it with a piece of iron. Xiaoming made it for me himself."

"By the way, could your kid's processing center provide some support here?"

Li Changfu casually stuffed his pipe into his pocket, then took out a "Happy Sheep" cigarette, rubbed it, and hugged it to his chest.

As the temperature rose, the old man squinted his eyes happily: "Your son makes you a pipe, but my son makes a heating pack. Compared to you, my son is better."

Then he added lazily, "The blueprints have all been given out. The logistics team is working on them. Just wait for them!"

"Wait my ass! They're still studying the blueprints, saying there are a few parts they don't understand!"

The bearded man paused for a moment, then said, "Hey, the First Ministry of Machine Building is being split up at the end of the year. How about we get your kid onto this production line?"

"Do whatever you want, as long as you can withstand Old Xia's wild punches!"

"Then let him come over and give a lecture! Just talk about the process and stuff. I think he did a pretty good job in Jinan! He even managed to turn a truck that didn't pass the Ministry of Transport's inspection into a winning bid."

"Huh? What's going on? Explain in detail?"

Master and his wife have no way to contact the outside world at Factory 112 recently, so they naturally don't know about their son's abilities.

Didn't you see your master's wife's eyes sparkling with interest as she leaned closer?

No matter what, children are always the apple of their parents' eye. Even when a mother travels thousands of miles, her greatest concern is still for her little one.