A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

Jiang Xia got up very early, first checking the data obtained by Da Huang, and then inputting the last set of equations into the computer.

I gently patted that big head.

"Last one, keep it up! Maybe we can use it on the 'Sea Drop'. After all, the 'Sea Drop' is a bit big, and relying solely on air-to-air missiles probably isn't enough."

"You figured it out today, so I'll give you a few more cassette tapes!"

The big yellow cursor was flashing, as if it were wagging its tail at him.

"So good!"

Snowflakes reappeared on the screen.

Jiang Xia, with a stern face, said without any politeness, "Bang bang bang!"

"Trial?"

The snowflakes were still scattered and disorderly.

Keep going, bang bang bang...

Seeing "Big Yellow" smile again, the little guy nodded in satisfaction, drank a bowl of cornmeal soup he had made himself, and then, fully armed, rode on "Torch," a vehicle he hadn't seen in a long time.

Let’s go!

Heading east!

The buses passing by on the road were still covered in thick clouds, swaying gently in the cold wind.

However, some of them had been replaced with large steel cylinders, making them look like the log launchers of later generations from a distance. Well, thanks to the hydraulic free forging technology at the steel rolling mill, when the machine was being tested, a senior engineer from the Ministry of Petroleum produced blueprints for this type of gas cylinder.

After smashing them repeatedly, dozens of these large, experimental steel cylinders were produced.

The Ministry of Petroleum completed the necessary tests and then handed them over to the bus company. They were filled with gas from Shijingshan District.

Great! Aside from the bus driver getting carried away and running out of air, the bus has never broken down due to tire pressure issues.

Originally, all this gas from Shijingshan was being wasted because there were no proper containers. The bus company only uses a small amount each time...

Great, now we have a place to put it.

When the leaders of Shijingshan looked at the pile of gas cylinders delivered by the bus company, they stroked their chins and the next day established a gas company. At the same time, the freshly refined steel was sent to the steel rolling mill by a small train.

"I don't need anything else, just about 10,000 small steel cylinders. The rest of the steel is unplanned, you can do whatever you want with it!"

Haha, what do they take our steel rolling mill for? As if we can just take steel plates out on the street and sell them...

uh~~

It seems like it can actually sell!

There's always been a significant shortage of standard pressure cookers...

And so, the already busy workshop became even busier, with everyone working overtime like crazy. More and more people came to Master Chef Liu Haizhong's door to become his apprentices.

Putting everything else aside, the fact that this master chef can save on ingredients is something that young people should learn from.

If you save a little, you'll have enough material to make one pressure cooker! And these finished pots weren't even included in the planned production.

The steel mill had only heard of things that were "unplanned" before, but had never seen them before.

You should know that pressure cookers are not cheap these days, costing ten yuan each, but the steel mill has a slogan: "Guaranteed for twenty years, and if it breaks, just go to the department store to exchange it for a new one!"

When everyone does the math, hey, it doesn't seem that expensive at all!

Buying a pot saves both coal and labor; it's an extremely cost-effective option.

As a result, the demand for pressure cookers has been soaring.

Meanwhile, according to the latest, yet-to-be-written, new rules for the steel rolling mill, Master Liu Haizhong can earn a hundred or two hundred yuan a month just from the "savings bonus".

Of course, they didn't give out cash, but rather various receipts...

Here he was, holding a brand-new "sewing machine" ticket, standing at the entrance of the office building, proudly showing it off to his apprentices and grand-apprentices.

"Oh! Engineer Jiang, you're here! Why didn't anyone come to pick you up today? Look how cold you are..."

"Hey, Master Liu, you're amazing! You even got a sewing ticket as a reward? That's really something, there's only one of these tickets in the whole factory this year!"

Seeing Liu Haizhong greet him and even stick the bright red sewn plane ticket to his chest, Jiang Xia still offered a few words of praise, which was quite emotionally meaningful.

"Hahaha, you flatter me, you flatter me! I can't compare to you, I can't compare to you at all..."

After chatting for a while with his bangs, he finally managed to get away.

Jiang Xia waved the factory expansion plan in his hand, preparing to hand it to Yang Youning so that he could finish writing the standardized text.

"Huh? Secretary Liu, isn't the factory manager here?"

Secretary Liu had a strange expression. She brewed Jiang Xia a pot of tea, took the document, and asked Jiang Xia, "Engineer Jiang, is this an application for factory expansion?"

He breathed a sigh of relief after receiving confirmation from Jiang Xia: "The factory director has entrusted this matter to me. I'll write it down and give it to him for review later."

Oh, that makes sense. Writing documents is something a secretary should be doing.

Tsk tsk, I got carried away. I need to steady myself!

Jiang Xia glanced at the internal reference materials that Secretary Liu had placed on Yang Youning's desk and gestured to Secretary Liu.

Only after receiving permission did I pick it up and start looking through it.

"Yesterday, our border outpost on the plateau eliminated 46 enemy intruders and captured 4 prisoners!"

Wow! That's impressive!

Jiang Xia slapped his thigh with delight and continued reading.

Wait, wasn't it back in '62 that we utterly crushed them? Could it be that I, the little butterfly, flapped my wings?

After reading this, I realized that Rome wasn't built in a day.

Even before that, there had been constant friction along the border between the two sides.

Just like in later generations, our border patrol soldiers have to give them a good thrashing from time to time to calm these clowns down.

The difference is that this time there was gunfire, and the newspaper even published a photo of the bulletproof vest with a hole in it.

However, at this time, printing technology was still in the ink stage.

The photo, where the rest of the room was completely black except for the stark white bullet holes, still troubled Jiang Xia deeply. Had one of his comrades been killed?

However, judging from the vest in the photo, it is clearly a "bulletproof vest" that I made in Northeast China. The NP-550 shouldn't be able to penetrate an old-fashioned rifle like the British 77!

With a worried heart, I read this tiny news report several times.

"No casualties, no injuries? Thank goodness, thank goodness."

I recall a large-scale firefight also occurring at a certain outpost in my past life, but the difference was that we lost some comrades that time…

What he didn't know was that after undergoing the "Menba General's" examination at the company headquarters, Squad Leader Wang on the plateau refused to believe that a swollen chest meant he was injured.

The company commander came over to take a look and, after repeatedly confirming with the medic that Squad Leader Wang was only swollen and had no fractures, he dared to add the sentence "no injury" to the report.

After the report, the company commander was full of praise for the bulletproof steel plate.

There was originally a small black spot on the steel plate, but after wiping it with a finger dipped in saliva, it regained its bright shine.

"Company commander, did that comrade from the Northeast bring this? Does he have any more? Give them to the comrades at the other outposts!"

"Yes, that comrade brought them, and they've all been distributed to the outposts, but there aren't many. I don't know where they were made. I'll submit a report later and ask the logistics department to allocate another batch."

The company commander chuckled and continued to touch the steel plate with his hand: "If we made a suit of armor out of this steel plate, wouldn't we be invulnerable to swords and spears?"

Hey, no, no, the steel plate is still too cold on the snowy mountain. Even if the enemy can't penetrate it, I'll just turn into an ice sculpture myself...

Squad Leader Wang watched as the company commander, bare-handed, repeatedly examined the steel plate, and suddenly remembered the precautions the bearded man had mentioned.

"Company commander! That comrade said that you can't carry the steel plate empty-handed; you have to wrap it in strips of cloth..."

"Okay! Got it. You get some rest!"

The company commander slowly retreated from the tent, still holding the steel plate in his right hand and feeling it with his left.

"Ahem... Medic, come with me to the company headquarters..."