A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

So every evening, after finishing her elementary school homework, "Teacher Qin" would transform into an English tutor for an engineer.

What, you say you'll look it up in a Chinese-English dictionary yourself?

Well, the first truly useful Chinese-English dictionary won't appear until 2005.

Before the 70s, there were only a pitiful seven types, and they only included common conversational terms; there were no professional terms at all.

Uh?

You mentioned the Chinese-English Dictionary compiled by missionaries in 1892.

Very good, you are cultured.

However, their dictionary compilation stance was based on their own values ​​when they came to understand the East, while simultaneously spreading a certain religious culture and plundering it.

It's similar to the concept of *** in later generations, hoping to learn knowledge from it?

You're probably overthinking it.

Therefore, instead of investigating those things, it would be better to consult "Teacher Qin," who lives with her parents and has been influenced by them since childhood. At least she won't lead Jiang Xia astray.

After Jiang Xia finished reciting the words haltingly, the girl began to communicate with him in spoken language, pouring out all the bullying she had suffered at school.

That's good; Jiangxia has done a good job as a "confessional."

But thinking about how the little girl would have to train on the grasslands in the future, and that she wouldn't even have a pair of cotton shoes to wear, Jiang Xia felt a pang of sadness.

No, that's not safe enough. Although Ms. Pei's work is on track, her past experiences still make her vulnerable to criticism.

"Teacher Qin, would you be interested in compiling the words you taught me into a handbook?"

"A handbook? Brother Jiang Xia, are you going to use it for reviewing?"

"Yes! It's not just Brother Jiang Xia, many other brothers also struggle with these technical terms. If you could create a quick reference guide, many brothers would thank you!"

"When the time comes, if anyone dares to bully you again, just shout in Zhongguancun, and if those who bullied you aren't beaten to a pulp, I'll change my name to Jiang!"

Eh?

That sounds pretty exciting.

Mom has been busy at work for several days now, and Dad has also been busy outside all the time. I haven't seen him for more than a month.

He was all alone in the house.

The other kids said they came back from abroad, and the adults wouldn't let them play with them...

If you use this time to help Brother Jiang Xia or other older brothers you don't know, then that must be what Mom and the others mean by making the most of your youth, right?

"Teacher Qin" tapped her little head and thought for a moment: "Brother Jiang Xia! I'll start now, but how do I do it?"

"Just follow the alphabet. Write down as many technical terms as there are 'a's. After you finish writing the English, add Chinese annotations afterward. Don't worry if you don't have many words at first; you can add them gradually..."

After making the call, Jiang Xia smiled broadly.

"To the drafters of the Comprehensive Chinese-English Dictionary of Professional Terminology, who among you dares to touch it!"

……

After recharging himself, Jiang Xia felt like his brain was about to explode.

sleep!

Before going to bed, I took stock of my recent work and felt that this trip to Northeast China should be coming to an end.

With many matters at Factory 112 sorted out, I should be able to go home now.

I miss my grandma...

Just as Jiang Xia was sleeping soundly.

A factory that copied the K-5 (the first generation of Soyuz air-to-air missiles) was completely shut down by an official letter from the Air Force.

Zhao Bin is the factory director of this numbered factory.

This factory took over the production blueprints for the K-5. Although the conditions were rudimentary when it was established, the factory's researchers still overcame difficulties and carried out the work of mastering and thoroughly understanding the reverse engineering of this missile.

Although the progress is a bit slow, isn't progress itself a victory?

Zhao Bin was overjoyed that the first test missile would roll off the production line tomorrow.

Although, after ten minutes, this pleasure will turn into utter chill.

"What? Converted to technology reserves!"

"Yalou, you bastard! How did you beg me back then? You said this missile could only be produced by our 331 unit, and that you would give it your full support?"

"Now that we've finalized the external layout, updated the internal roll stabilization system and the radio antenna receiver compartment, and the prototypes are all ready, do you think we should turn our current achievements into technological reserves?"

"Tell me, what exactly is going on here?"

Looking at the official document he had just received, Zhao Bin launched into a tirade of profanities, disregarding his image.

His secretary, Xiao Liu, handed him a newspaper with a wronged expression: "Factory Director, you've been in the lab these past few days, you probably didn't notice this newspaper..."

Zhao Bin snatched it and gasped in shock.

"Wow~~ I've only been in the lab for a few days, and they've already developed missiles with infrared seekers? And they've even achieved combat results? Really?"

"It should be true. It's said that the wreckage of that RF-101 is still on display in a square in Beijing!"

Do you have the specific parameters for this missile?

"No! I asked the Air Force for it, but they said it was top secret!"

Hearing his secretary say that, Zhao Bin unleashed another string of profanities.

There's no way it won't get dirty. Factory 331 has put a lot of effort into copying the K-5. They didn't realize that making the K-5 requires a large cold storage facility, so Zhao Bin had to hold his nose and personally go to Shanghai to import it.

With the meager budget of Unit 331, a large portion was spent on this aspect alone. Not to mention things like radio antennas and receivers, which are even more expensive!

These losses cannot be compensated for by producing engines for the aging An-2.

"Are the spare aircraft at Factory 320 still available?"

"There should be more. I ran into Secretary Ding from their factory yesterday. He was still asking us to provide a few more engines next month, saying that they learned some kind of pulse technology from Factory 112 in Northeast China, which has greatly improved production efficiency!"

"Borrow one! I'm leaving right now! I need to let the Air Force Command know! I'm going to complain to Hong Da!"

"Our factory has commendation letters personally written by our elders! We need to get an explanation for our technological reserves and such!"

The term "technical reserve" is similar to the management trainee positions that insurance companies later use. Do you think that once you're in the reserve, you'll have a chance to become a manager after a while?

These words, taken individually, are quite beautiful, aren't they?

But when read together, it means to halt, to stop research, and to cease all further work. To be thrown into the vast piles of old papers, never to see the light of day again—that is its true meaning!

Zhuzhou, one of the first eight key industrial cities developed after the founding of the People's Republic of China, boasts a rich industrial history and cultural heritage.

Thanks to the speed of the An-2 aircraft, the group from Zhuzhou 331 Factory finally sat down in the office of Hong Da Ge in the logistics department the next afternoon.

Hong Dage probably felt quite sorry for the people at Factory 331, so he actually dragged Minister Huang from the Third Ministry of Machinery Industry to come and save face.

Well, the newly established Third Ministry of Machinery Industry was also responsible for aviation, so it was one of the mother-in-laws of Factory 331.

"Well, we didn't expect this either. We were just planning to disassemble the Sidewinder missile and copy its structural blueprints. We didn't expect that a certain comrade would be so capable, actually making a live-fire missile and achieving results even during testing..."

"Here are its specific parameters, take a look."

Hong Dage, unusually smiling, handed Zhao Bin a confidential document.

Zhao Bin huffed, "Who are you trying to fool?"

To be able to do it after just one glance—where in the world is there such a genius?

Do you know how hurtful that kind of statement is? I've been working on a radar-guided K-5 for almost a year before I could even produce a test missile. You think you can produce live ammunition just by copying blueprints?

I don’t even believe it!

You've definitely found a mistress! And you found one a long time ago!

Feeling aggrieved, Zhao Bin opened the classified documents and began to examine the parameters of "Big Firecracker No. 1".

"What?! That's impossible! Automatic target acquisition using infrared indicators? Fire and then forget about it? Maximum range, five kilometers!"

Zhao Bin felt that the world was changing so fast. He had only been in the lab for a month, but as soon as he left the lab, he felt like he had been left behind by development.