A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

"Bang bang bang~~" A popping sound came from the small kitchen.

"Old Wang, what are you doing!"

"It's alright, go about your business!"

"Weird..."

After listening to what Lao Wang said, Jiang Xia shook his head and tried writing the SMTP protocol on Da Huang for a while before realizing that he didn't seem to be able to handle this thing right now.

The original rule was that the SMTP protocol was responsible for sending the "mail" to the server, and a POP protocol was needed to retrieve the "mail" from the server. Although the SMTP protocol can be used to send the mail directly when the recipient is online, it is no different from the FTP protocol!

The most important issue is the server. Both SMTP and POP protocols rely on a powerful server as their underlying logic.

To put it bluntly, even a 286 computer can't compare to the specifications of a transistor computer today. At least it has 2MB of RAM and a massive 80MB of hard drive space. Most importantly, it can run the DOS operating system...

Forget it, the MOS process isn't afraid of going wrong because there are powerful figures behind it. As for programming, let's talk about that after Professor Peishu and his team have mastered C...

Looking at the printer that was still buzzing loudly, Jiang Xia was looking forward to seeing what kind of sparks would fly when these brilliant people started using this groundbreaking "tool".

However, staring at the half-finished program, Jiang Xia sighed. Oh well, it's already written, might as well finish it...

Well, the Chinese habit is similar to this: since we're already here, we've already eaten, we've already slept...

No, cross out the last one, it could easily set a bad example for children.

This idea is a great concept for Chinese people, almost like the law of cause and effect, and even a little guy like Xiao Dai Mao is not immune to it.

Keep typing, I'm hungry~~~

"Old Wang! Are you done yet?"

No one answered.

However, a strange smell wafted out, a burnt aroma mixed with a hint of exotic fragrance.

Unable to bear the hunger any longer, Jiang Xia rubbed his stomach and followed the smell to the small kitchen.

"Where is the old man?"

The popping sound of beans continued to come from the air fryer. Jiang Xia opened the lid and peered out curiously.

"Mmm, they're so pretty with all those colors!"

"We don't need this pot!"

With a dark expression, Jiang Xia quickly turned off the power and put the lid back on. Then, without a second thought, she picked up the air fryer and placed it on the stone platform at the entrance of the courtyard.

So, all those colorful little iron pots that "Teacher Qin" had initially made were put into a pile.

"Old Wang! You idiot! That thing can explode, didn't you know that?!"

Old Wang poked his head out from over the courtyard wall: "What are you yelling about? As long as there's food, that's enough!"

"You call this edible? Even if I'm not a picky eater, you can't just throw food at me like that!"

"Nonsense, who told you to eat that stuff? Come here and take it!"

Jiang Xia walked to the wall, where Old Wang lowered a large bowl with a rope. Steam was still rising from the bowl. Jiang Xia took a closer look. Wow! What a huge bowl of noodles!

……

Snore...

On a small stone bench under the jujube tree, the two of them were happily drinking from large bowls.

Once his stomach warmed up, Jiang Xia finally had the leisure to ask Old Wang where the noodles came from.

"Wait a minute, even though there's a warehouse next door, they seem to have a rule against lighting fires, right? They don't even allow stoves in those areas. Where did you get such a big bowl of noodles?"

"A guard post on the street!"

"Tsk, it must have been hard for you to come all this way. Fine, I won't make you pay for the pot."

Jiang Xia knew about the guard post on the street. It looked close, but the alleys were actually winding and long, a good two kilometers long. In this awful weather, if he let Xiao Dai Mao run around there by himself, he'd definitely come home with a bruised and swollen face.

Old Wang was also annoyed when he heard Xiao Dai Mao mention the pot.

"Who knew this thing could burst with filling? Didn't you say you were 'slowly roasting' it over a low flame? I was even thinking it would taste better if it was a little burnt!"

"Uh~" Jiang Xia wiped away imaginary cold sweat. "Don't worry about false advertising. We've got enough toast. Our big brother is the rugged type; he won't care about these little things..."

See? This is another mess that little idiot made himself.

This is just like hearing that a naive newbie in foreign trade got ripped off by the allied nations. Jiang Xia immediately came up with a new term for air fryers: "slow-cooking and gentle baking."

Implementing this function is quite simple; it integrates an automatic wire disconnection function into the mechanical knob. The specific usage process is to first heat it over high heat for ten minutes, and then a small switch hidden inside will cut off the current to the resistance wire. It will still run like a fan, but the resistance wire will no longer heat up.

After an hour, reconnect the current to the resistance wire and heat it over a high flame.

To put it bluntly, aside from indirectly lengthening the processing time, it's pretty useless.

However, for this seemingly pointless feature, the alliance has to pay an upgrade fee of 100 rubles per pot.

Moreover, this "slow-roasting" method has somehow become a best-selling product on the market.

Jiang Xia's wife was someone he snatched back from the foreign trade department's inexperienced employee under the guise of conducting experiments. His main concern was figuring out how his blatant exploitation had somehow offended those Russians.

As a result, before I could figure it out, it was destroyed by Old Wang...

……

"Hmm, wait a minute. Did we eat someone else's midnight snack? Remember to remind me to return the food..."

Old Wang nodded in a low voice. Actually, the people in that guard post were from the old nest. Thanks to this kid, the old nest gave these fieldmen extra subsidies when they were on duty. Not to mention eating a bowl of noodles, they could even eat roast duck if they wanted.

However, Old Wang was happy to see the kind-hearted little brat and was too lazy to break the ice.

"Hey, this awful weather! You didn't even put a lid on the bowl, how come it's still steaming?"

"Ha, you just noticed?" Old Wang finally looked up, giving me a look that said, "Come on, praise me!"

"Take a closer look at the bowl!"

Jiang Xia picked up the bowl, drank all the noodle soup inside, and then carefully examined it.

"Huh? Did these two bowls end up on top of each other?"

"Is this 'Pleasant Goat'? Old Wang, you're a fucking genius!"

"Hahaha...right! I was thinking this thing is just a small heater that doesn't need fire, right? Take two bowls, stack them together, add some water, hey, the heat retention is amazing!"

"Hey," Jiang Xia sighed. "You've already come up with heating packs, so why didn't you think of making individual self-heating military rations?"

I don't believe the border patrol soldiers aren't happy that this thing has been developed.

"Old Wang, why don't you try being a project leader?"

"Huh? What project? I'm not cut out to write..."

"It can help your comrades' project. Do you want your comrades to have something hot to eat in the freezing cold?" Jiang Xia pointed to the still steaming "Pleasant Goat" like a big bad wolf trying to coax Little Red Riding Hood.

"You can have a hot meal even in freezing weather? You can do that on an island or reef too?" Perhaps he remembered something, Old Wang's eyes reddened a little.

"Of course, I'll teach you!"

"it is good!"

Old Wang took the project proposal from Jiang Xia and signed it without thinking.

"It's signed! What's next?"

"of course……"

"Raise the flag! It's already 6 o'clock! If you don't make it in half an hour, that pot of colorful popping bugs is yours!"