A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

Back home, ignoring the grumbling of Old Wang, Jiang Xia connected the printer she had brought back from the Academy of Sciences to her dog, Da Huang.

Looking at the complicated "spider web" with a few more cables of unknown purpose, Jiang Xia patted the monitor that had started to show static again.

"If you behave well, we'll install a few more brains in you when the integrated chip comes out!"

"Buy brains! Buy me a few too..." Old Wang walked in, shaking his head as he clutched the confidentiality rules in his hand.

"These rules are getting weirder and weirder; the later clauses feel strangely familiar..."

"Look at this, it requires attendees not to disclose the speaker's physical characteristics to outsiders?"

"These days everyone has a buzz cut, nothing special about it, unless..."

Old Wang stared at the little guy with the hooded hair who was typing away on the keyboard...

"Nonsense! It's not about a cowlick or anything. Dean Qian and Professor Guo have very distinctive appearances, okay! Professor Deng too, isn't that a standard three-seven parting?"

"Heh, do you think I believe it or not? Those old comrades are so much better, unlike some little rat running rampant all over Beijing..."

"Nonsense! I've never even been to the Summer Palace..."

At this point, Jiang Xia stopped her frantic fingering, tilted her head and thought for a moment: "Hey, it seems I've never actually been to that place..."

"Tsk, what's so great about this run-down garden? It's just a bunch of bare branches now, it looks creepy!"

"If you want to relax, I'll take you to the palace for a stroll, maybe even sit on the dragon throne or something?" Old Wang tossed the manual aside and pulled out a pack of white cigarettes from Jiang Xia's pocket, puffing on them with relish.

"What? Is that chair even usable?"

"What's wrong with that? The state-run photo studio still has a stall there, charging 50 cents for a photo! It's just that not many people dare to sit down!"

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Damn, how much have I missed?

No, I need to finish what I'm doing now so that when I have a vacation, I can take as many photos as I want in places that are off-limits in the future!

Thinking it over, Jiang Xia's fingers moved even faster. The GB/T-1994 language, which would later become 194 pages long, gradually took shape under his hands.

……

Get it!

Jiang Xia stuffed a stack of papers into the printer, then returned to Da Huang's side and pressed the Enter key.

With a click, the printer slowly swallowed the white paper, and with a hissing sound, lines of text appeared on the paper as the print head moved.

"Hey, this metal paper feed roller works pretty well, it hasn't jammed at all... Who made this again?"

After watching the printer run for a while and finding no problems, Jiang Xia rubbed his stiff fingers. Without any hesitation, he shoved them behind Old Wang, who had somehow fallen asleep nearby.

hiss~~

What are you doing?

"No thanks, let's get something to eat and get going!"

"Eat shit! There are mice running in the rice bin! How long has it been since you've even cooked in the yard..."

Jiang Xia covered her face: "...Jiang Dong said he left some food for me in the room, go check it out. I'm really hungry, I didn't even have dinner..."

Old Wang pulled a dark, shiny steamed bun from his pocket. "Hold this for now, I'll go check..."

Jiang Xia casually agreed and placed the steamed bun on the wooden shelf next to "Big Yellow Body".

Hmm, transistor-baked bread, that makes sense.

"Should we implement the SMTP protocol? Professor Sid mentioned that daily project progress reports would be faster via email..."

Hmm? This seems promising. Since we already have the basic protocols for the internet, adding an email system doesn't seem out of place.

Moreover, in terms of current network security, transmitting information via telephone lines is far superior to having confidential staff carry bags and run around.

Just as Jiang Xia was rubbing his fingers, wanting to continue the fight...

Old Wang walked in with a strange expression, carrying a small bag: "I've searched everywhere, this should be what Xiao Dong left for you, but are you sure you want to eat it?"

"I'm not a picky eater..."

Jiang Xia took the bag, looked at it, and calmly handed the small bag back.

"Do you take little girls? It's not expensive, just a bowl of noodles will do..."

"Hahaha... Little Dongdong is so cute!"

"Ugh, so cute~~ I could die~!" Jiang Xia gritted his teeth.

Damn it, I feel bad for Jiang Dong. She dug up a whole bag of cutworms without even knowing when she did it.

It's one thing if it's just a cutworm, but the real problem is that this thing somehow produced a bunch of maggot-like things, clumps of them, still swarming around in the cloth bag...

"Oh, you're not a picky eater. Hey, don't you have an air fryer? I'll bake some for you!"

"Whatever! If you don't get me some food, believe me, I'll faint again!"

"Damn, you'd better hold on!" Seeing Jiang Xia's strange expression, Old Wang was genuinely startled. He quickly grabbed the bag and ran to the small kitchen to get to work.

Jiang Xia picked up the black steamed bun, dusted it off, and put it in his mouth to eat.

……

Just as our little Jiang was choking on a black steamed bun to keep himself from fainting...

Inside the Russian family's home, a high-end research institute.

"Comrade Nezheliev! It's that time of year again for the weekend revelry! As is customary, it's your turn to provide the water of life today!"

By the way, there's a CSKA Moscow ice hockey team game today. Have you installed the TV set that the comrade from the south sent you at home?

"Nezhliev? Nezhliev? I'm talking to you!"

Nierriev turned around blankly to look at his colleague who was calling him; the fluorescent light on the screen in front of him made his face look somewhat pale.

"Forget about Carnival Day, Velev, bring back all the 'television sets' you've taken home! If you don't want to be tortured by the paper tape machine any longer..."

"Huh? What does that mean?"

The colleague squeezed next to Nerzheliev and looked at the icons displayed on the screen.

"Huh? This isn't the equation we calculated? Hey, Nezheliev, you're amazing! You even drew the diagram?"

"Wait... just display it directly."

"Oh my God! You mean that our friends in the south can display the results directly on the screen using their computers?"

Ha, those arrogant Russians didn't even read the instruction manual for the transistor computer.

I thought the monitor that came with it was a thank-you gift from a friend in the south.

Well, you should feel honored that our great Russian bear is using your stuff! Offering a small thank-you gift is perfectly normal. So, the receiving unit simply took them home and used them like a TV series.

Aside from initially marveling at the small size of the "Big Yellow Doppelganger," the arrogant Russians simply connected the paper tape machine and magnetic hard drive to it based on their experience.

It wasn't until a researcher named Nezheliev, out of boredom, glanced at the instruction manual that they discovered the unique features of "Rhubarb's Doppelganger".

Surprised!

"You mean, the peripherals of the comrades in the south are very useful?" The minister in Lubyanka received the report.

"Hmm? General-purpose? Peripheral interface? Program?"

The minister thought for a long time but didn't see anything particularly surprising about a universal interface. Speaking of universal interfaces, the only one that came to mind was the PKM series—that was truly a fine gun…

"Alright, my dear Comrade. You mean to buy more, right? No problem, just contact the comrades in the south. There's still a batch of corn kernels in the warehouse, they're almost moldy..."

The minister hung up the phone, rubbed his chin, and began to observe Hansmiao's map again.

"Transistors, garbage! We'd be better off figuring out how to build this wall. It'll take a lot of building materials for such a wall. How are we even going to take a bite out of it?"