A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

In the early morning, Grandma and Jiang Qiu were cooking noodles in the kitchen, while Jiang Dong was hopping around with a red-hot coal stove hook, trying to burn the icicles hanging from the eaves.

Icicles fell, smashing into piles of ice shards.

Soon, the red-hot iron hook turned dark brown again. The little girl was too lazy to go back and reheat it. She stretched her limbs a little, let out a "heave-ho," and charged forward with the iron hook held straight up.

Icicles fell down in a flurry, forming a path of ice crystals behind her.

Passing by the main room, I made a face at Jiang Xia inside.

In the main room, Jiang Xia squatted with a bitter face, his arms outstretched, his hands forming sword fingers, and a large bowl balanced on his head.

Liu Kui fiddled with a small bamboo stick, waving it around with great force.

"Grandma gave me special permission to use this stick. If you move your hand even slightly, it will definitely fall on you!"

Ha, do you think I didn't train when I was a kid? My body's not in great shape, it's just that I used that scanner too much. See if I can go back and forth with you after two days of not using it.

Jiang Xia secretly grimaced. He had stayed up all night processing two wiring boards, and his grandmother, who had been watching him closely, rushed into the room and rewarded him with two large potstickers.

The old man's thinking is simple. The big leader has already given you instructions to take care of yourself. Do you think you can turn the world upside down?

Since you're not eating well in this environment, you should at least get some sleep. If you can't even sleep well, what about your health? You haven't even seen your great-grandson yet, so don't even think about doing anything reckless.

So early in the morning, Xiao Jiang was dragged out to practice standing meditation.

You know what, the standing meditation passed down from our ancestors is quite powerful. Although there's no heat that directly connects to the Ren and Du meridians, your mind is exceptionally active when you're standing.

(Seriously, the author is squatting while typing. It's not because my kid broke the chair.)

"No, that won't work. A circuit board, a transistor, and a capacitor make up a memory cell. If we make 128K, that would be..."

“128*1024字节=128*1024*8位=……”

Jiang Xia's mind went blank for a moment, but fortunately the buffs provided by the standing meditation helped clear his foggy head.

"*2?"

Jiang Xia's lips twitched. Was this going to be welded until the end of time?

Just thinking about the circuit board that the scanner rated as "somewhat valuable" gave Jiang Xia a headache.

Forget it, we can't afford to mess with this. The total production of transistors right now doesn't even reach this level. Let's get it running scientific computing first; everything else can wait.

How about using a magnetic core memory? I think he mentioned it briefly when I was chatting with Deputy Director Liu from the Ministry of Machinery Industry the other day.

However, wouldn't using a magnetic core memory be too slow?

After all, this thing is a rather peculiar one; it's destructive to data reading.

What does that mean? It's like you write something down with a pencil, and when you look at it again, an eraser appears out of thin air and erases the pencil marks.

But a genius solved this problem: you wiped it, I'll just rewrite it.

This remarkable man is of Chinese descent. He built a business empire using magnetic core memory and was the fifth richest person in the United States at the time.

Even the Voyager 1 probe, which is still floating in outer space, uses this kind of thing.

However, true to the bald eagle's consistent style, Chinese people who stand out too much never get away with it.

Well, that's another story, I won't go into details.

After finishing his work at the stakeout site, Jiang Xia rode his torch straight to the factory. His business trip to Quancheng had disrupted his plans.

We're running low on heating packs, so we should quickly convert that heat sealing machine into an assembly line.

Two days ago, Wang Kui told him how much the frontline border patrol soldiers loved this little gadget. In addition, Uncle Wang Tie would occasionally write to complain that "Pleasant Goat" had spoiled his team members, and they didn't want to go out without the heating pack.

Yes, on the surface it's complaining, but actually it's urging for delivery; Jiang Xia knows this perfectly well.

In addition, an old neighbor from the family quarters of Master Li even sent someone to inquire about the heating pack, but unfortunately Li Changfu and Jiang Xia were both away on business trips...

Jiang Xia felt it would be better to ramp up production capacity.

Anyway, apart from the PVC bag, the rest of this thing is not worth mentioning.

Jiang Xia doesn't need to worry about the raw materials; Yang Youning and Li Changfu have arranged everything perfectly.

The sawdust that the lumber mill used to make charcoal was all transported to the steel rolling mill's storage yard. The floors of several workshops were also cleaned up, and iron slag was piled up into small mountains.

As for PVC bags, Li Huaide exchanged a stack of pressure cooker receipts for a large batch from a laboratory under the Ministry of Chemical Industry!

Yes, now even the regular pressure cookers produced by steel rolling mills have become popular items that are supplied with ration coupons.

This suggests that this year, people are not accepting gifts for the holidays, but if they are, they will only accept a pressure cooker.

Li Huaide established connections with many factories using these internal tickets, and his influence was unparalleled for a time.

This strengthened Comrade Li Huaide's resolve to curry favor with Li Changfu. What was originally just an attempt to please Li Changfu turned into a direct attempt to lick Jiangxia's boots.

After all, this kid doesn't cause much trouble, and the gains far outweigh the efforts. It's so much better than the previous constant welcoming and seeing off of guests.

Sure enough, Jiang Xia hadn't been sitting in the office for long, and had only just started drawing the blueprints, when Li Huaide came running over with today's newspaper.

"Xiao Jiang, here's today's newspaper! I've spoken to the propaganda department, so from now on, this newspaper will be delivered to you first. I'll read it after you've finished reading it!"

"Hey, Uncle Li, you're awake? Still want to drink some more?"

"Hey, don't even mention it, but you know what, that wine was really good..." Li Huaide licked his lips, looking like he was savoring the memory.

Jiang Xia took out two "powerful tonic pills" prepared by the strategist and threw them to him.

"Uncle Li, does our steel rolling mill qualify to acquire other factories?"

Jiang Xia thought of Director Fan from the water pump factory. Director Fan was indeed a remarkable person, but he was more of a research-oriented talent. As a factory director, he was extremely unqualified.

But if we could bring him over as a participant in the research and development of hydraulic components… After all, the current technical team can't support his future development plans.

That massive construction project is about to begin, right? It would be great to take this opportunity to get the "excavator" that all men love.

That twin-cylinder engine is still roaring in the workshop; it's time to give it a body so it can unleash its power.

"Incorporate them? That's going to be difficult. There's a massive downsizing going on right now, and I heard it'll continue until next year!"

"The number should be reduced by at least this amount nationwide!"

Li Huaide lowered his voice and held up a six.

"Six million?"

"Thousands! Tens of millions! Most of them are the people who came to support the city back then! The basic approach is to send them back to where they came from!"

So many?

Jiang Xia clicked his tongue in amazement. He had only vaguely known about the streamlining before, but he hadn't expected it to involve such a wide range of people!

Fortunately, the five pillars have been turned upright, otherwise half a lifetime would have been wasted.

No one can stop the tide of history.

Just as Jiang Xia and Li Huaide were sighing deeply...

"Who says we can't accept it!"