A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

Jiang Family Courtyard in Nanluoguxiang.

Since the transistors were shipped in bulk from Hong Kong, the Academy of Sciences has been operating at full capacity and has produced quite a few clones of "Big Yellow".

The confidentiality level of the main body of the courtyard, Dahuang, was thus lowered.

After all, the little brat's dog has a natural anti-theft attribute; it's very attached to its home!

As for your question about drawing blueprints based on the original?

Well, when it comes to electrical appliance schematics, if you can't figure out the wiring layout, you'll never be able to draw them, no matter how hard you try, since all the components look the same. As for the wiring of "Big Yellow" (referring to a specific appliance), even if you had a telescope, it wouldn't help; it's basically a chaotic mess!

So most of the guards in front of the courtyard withdrew, but the patrol range of the warehouse guards was directly extended to the alley entrance, and several bright lights were added to the roof of the warehouse.

At the entrance of the alley, there are a few more stalls attached to the street office, one for repairing shoes and another for repairing bicycles.

They all had the same buzz cut, similar to the "fishermen" on fishing boats in later generations who carried selfie sticks.

The level of protection is by no means low; it's just that it has shifted from being visible to being underwater.

Jiang Xia wrote the report that Minister Xia had requested for a while. After listing the required parameters, he planned to give it to Yang Youning tomorrow so that he could finish writing the report. After all, there is a big difference between an application report and a short paper.

Compared to the report, "Rhubarb" is definitely more interesting.

The relevant programs were transferred, and Jiangxia directly used the saved DRAM space as high-speed memory, although this high speed is relative.

Even so, Dahuang's calculation speed skyrocketed. Only three equations remained related to the angular velocity detection device, i.e., the gyroscope. Once the interval values ​​were obtained, the theoretical verification work would be complete.

Hee hee hee! Come on, Big Yellow! We need to make a big splash!

The little brat is still bothered by the fact that he hasn't yet gotten a photo of the number one guardian.

After a series of code inputs, Big Yellow's cursor started clicking again, just like a little dog wagging its tail at its puppies.

What's next?

Oh right, it seems the Eagle on the Grassland went back to the factory to reassign chassis. I'll keep my promise and design the installation method for the external armor for him.

After receiving the necessary guidance, Abaganar thumped his chest enthusiastically and boarded a train overnight to the grassland tractor factory. After all, getting a chassis out of the factory wasn't as simple as just getting a permit; a whole host of paperwork awaited him!

However, this man was just right for the little brat's taste. Putting everything else aside, after getting Comrade Fanzhou's approval, the man didn't even drink a cup of tea before running to the train station.

"The men of the grasslands are like galloping horses; they dare not keep Anda waiting for long!"

"Once this external armor is installed, there will be another majestic iron beast on the grassland. When that time comes, please come to the grassland, and we'll roast a whole lamb, drink mare's milk wine, and have a good time!"

He comes and goes like the wind, just like his ancestors.

The little boy smiled as he recalled the grassland man who had left a deep impression on him.

While drawing, I unconsciously added a huge turret to the five pairs of wheels.

Uh, no, no, how did I draw the paradigm?

After being fitted with composite armor, the originally flat and round turret has been transformed into a diamond-shaped turret with a cutting-edge technological feel.

The little brat chuckled and crumpled his hands together, as if he wanted to tear up the sketch.

But after thinking about it, he slowed down again. "How about we start that famous meme from here?"

"From afar, the turret looks fierce like a tiger; up close, it's just one, two, three, four, five?"

Hehehe, it's already been changed.

How about we convert the rifled cannon into a smoothbore cannon? Hmm, and laser rangefinders, since we're already using laser gyroscopes, we might as well add rangefinders to it as well.

Oh, and about the powertrain, making the engine and transmission a modular unit can indirectly improve performance...

The little rascal got more and more into drawing...

Indeed, compared to the jokes people often make about how the improved versions of the H-6 bomber almost filled all twenty-six letters, the legendary five-wheeled aircraft, if truly discussed, probably couldn't be included in a book of surnames.

Putting everything else aside, the project payments alone have taken up the entire alphabet.

Moreover, the improvements made by the little guy weren't just random, aimless writing. After all, using mechanical extrusion to make cannon barrels was already included in Project 301.

Although the initial purpose was simply to create the "63" gun family, the principle is the same; all that's needed is to enlarge the size of the mechanical parts.

With a 500-ton hydraulic free forging machine already in existence, making a 1000-ton one shouldn't be too difficult.

As for the drawback that smoothbore cannons cannot fire armor-piercing discarding sabot projectiles, that's easy to fix; just add tail fin stabilization.

Don't forget that the RPG-7 rocket launcher uses this very thing for its ammunition.

The night deepened, and tiny snowflakes began to fall from the sky again.

Workers' Stadium in Beijing.

To save electricity, several bonfires were lit on the construction site.

Yang Youning still sports his "Third Brother" hairstyle, driving a bulldozer that leaks air everywhere, tirelessly pushing construction debris across the site.

With a rumble, the small pile of garbage gradually turned into a large pile of garbage.

When it felt about right, the bulldozer swung its large shovel, dumping all the debris into the small cannon's cargo compartment with a whoosh.

Little Cannon: "Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey! Who do you think you are? Here are two more shovelfuls!"

Not far from him, Liu Hongjun from the security department was digging a hole with an excavator. The area around the Workers' Stadium was all paved with cement. The architect had originally planned some landscaping, but digging a hole in the dead of winter was really difficult.

After witnessing the power of the excavator, they simply planned a ring of tree pits around the venue.

Liu Hongjun is currently undertaking this task.

The crowd that came to help gathered around the fire, drinking the hot porridge that the cooks had just prepared, and discussing the two monsters that were active on the construction site.

"Wow! You work so fast! If you could help me dig a cellar at my house, it wouldn't even take the time it takes to smoke a cigarette!"

An old man finished his hot porridge, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, raised his pipe and gestured to his friend next to him.

"Ha! Another cigarette, Qi Laoliu. I just tested it. If you spit out a mouthful of saliva, before it even freezes, the pit will already be dug!"

A friend standing nearby curled his lip in disdain.

"Hey, by the way, your cellar collapsed. Why aren't you digging it out again? What are you doing at the construction site?"

"Hey, we heard from the construction site that they're short-handed. This is the first sports competition held in China, we can't let outsiders look down on us! So what if the cellar collapses? It's just some potatoes, we can bury them in the ground and maybe they'll sprout on their own next year. As long as the building doesn't collapse, it's fine!"

"Okay, you're the one!" Someone gave Grandpa Qi a thumbs up.

"Ming, I'm off work at Ming's office. I'll go and help you reorganize the vegetable cellar. With these two machines on the construction site, we probably won't be needed anymore."

My friend finished the hot porridge in the bowl, and even licked the last few grains of rice off the bottom of the bowl.

"Comrade, where do you live? We're off tomorrow too, we'll come over and help you dig up the potatoes. Don't worry, we'll bring our own lunch!"

Several young men standing nearby chuckled and echoed what Grandpa Qi had said.

In the firelight, the badges on their chests seemed to take on a warm glow.

"This~~"

"Let's leave it at that, we're all comrades, right?" As he spoke, Grandpa Qi's friend also took out the bright red badge from his bag and put it on his chest.

"Haha, it just came out, and it looks brand new so I didn't want to wear it!"

"Comrade?"

"Comrade!"