A professor's rebirth: I entered Tsinghua University in 1977.

"Of course, you are a very polite boy."

Tan Dexi rarely smiled.

Anyone who knows him knows that this is his high recognition.

When he sat down at the small table, Liu Hongyi opened the oil-paper package, and a rich aroma of food filled his nose. Even someone like Tan Dexi, who was used to living an "ascetic" life, couldn't help but let out a gurgling sound.

Life is so hard these days.

"Teacher, please!"

Liu Hongyi is polite and considerate.

After eating the braised chicken and taking the paper and pen, Tan Dexi officially accepted these two students.

Half an hour later, Tan Dexi recognized the qualifications of the two students.

Liu Hongyi, needless to say, answered all three exercises given by Tan Dexi with ease, his process flawless and his results correct. This surprised Tan Dexi quite a bit.

You have to remember, he wasn't a middle school teacher, so the math problems he gave were quite difficult. He figured that if Liu Hongyi was really just an ordinary high school sophomore, even if he was a genius, it would be pretty good if he could solve one.

Ai Xiaoyu was like this. She only solved one problem and had no idea how to solve the other two.

This is the level that a normal top student in the second year of high school should have.

Liu Hongyi is too evil.

But in Tan Dexi's view, it is still understandable.

If he wasn't such a monster, it would be impossible to come up with such creative thinking.

Just ask other high school students of this era, can they tell the difference between a mortar and a howitzer? Or even, do they know what artillery is?

Ai Xiaoyu felt a little embarrassed.

There is no harm without comparison…

Liu Hongyi smiled and comforted her: "It's okay, you can study liberal arts in the future."

Ai Xiaoyu couldn't help but roll her eyes at him and pout.

Are you so comforting?

Is it great to be good at studying?

Liu Hongyi just smiled and didn't care.

Just tell the truth.

From then on, Tan Dexi would set aside three days a week to tutor Liu Hongyi and Ai Xiaoyu at the clinic. He primarily tutored Liu Hongyi. Ai Xiaoyu was relatively weak in math, so Tan Dexi focused on providing her with problem-solving skills and thinking skills. Furthermore, Liu Hongyi was fully capable of tutoring Ai Xiaoyu on his own in high school math.

After just a few days, Liu Hongyi's progress in mathematics and physics had completely surpassed his high school level. Tan Dexi unknowingly began to impart some professional knowledge of artillery design to him.

The long equations that the father and son scribbled on the draft paper would confuse not only high school students and college students, but even ordinary college math teachers would be confused.

At the same time, the "Great Production Movement" at Yanggou Farm also began in full swing.

It has won the support of the majority of cadres and employees.

There were also some individuals who had ulterior motives and secretly reported all of this to their superiors.

Less than a week later, Liu Chuan received a call from Sima Wu, the first deputy leader of the regional agricultural work leading group.

Sima Wu is Liu Chuan'an's old superior and used to be the director of the regional agricultural committee. The two have always had a good relationship.

"Old Liu, what's wrong with you? What kind of trouble are you up to over in Yanggou? You know you've been reported?"

Sima Wu's voice sounded anxious and a little annoyed.

People these days tend to speak more directly, without as many roundabout ways as in later officialdom.

Yanggou Farm is theoretically directly under the leadership of the region, but in practice it is guided by the regional agricultural work leading group, and in reality, it is led by the agricultural group.

So now Sima Wu is still Liu Chuan’s direct superior.

"Director, this is a collective production."

Liu Chuan is still called by the same name as before.

In the past, in the regional agricultural committee, Sima Wu was the director and Liu Chuan was the deputy director, and he was considered Sima Wu's right-hand man.

"We at Yanggou Farm are engaged in large-scale agricultural production. What's wrong with that?"

"Hey, why are you so stubborn? Do you think people will reason with you if they want to cause you trouble? Don't forget how you ended up on the farm!"

“Director, you’ve been to Yanggou before, you know how tough the farm is. Everyone is malnourished. We’re doing our own agricultural and sideline production. I’m not afraid of anything. Besides, the rabbits and fish we raise aren’t just for our own consumption. We also hand over a portion to the region according to regulations. Any surplus will be sold to the purchasing station.”

"It's collective production, and it doesn't go into any individual's pocket, so what's there to be afraid of?"

When Sima Wu heard this, he didn't know what to say.

"Alright, I'll try my best to put in a good word for you. But you also need to remember that it must be collective production, absolutely no exceptions allowed. Also, you must remember that farm cadres and workers must be treated differently from others. You can't treat everyone the same, or you'll make a mistake!"

"Okay, okay, thank you for your concern, Director."

"Director, when the rabbits and fish are raised, please come and try some."

The last sentence is what our own people said.

"Alas, Liu Chuan, you are so stubborn. You won't turn back even after suffering a loss... What can I say about you?"

Sima Wu sighed and hung up the phone.

Old Liu is a good man and is also very righteous, but he has a stubborn temper and doesn't know how to adapt.

Liu Chuan also felt a little pressured, but once the arrow is shot, there is no turning back. He had to carry on with this matter and not give up halfway.

A few days later, two men in military uniforms suddenly arrived at Yangou Farm in a jeep.

This situation immediately caused a "stir" at Yangou Farm.

Usually, this means something big has happened.

He's wearing a cadre uniform with four pockets and driving a jeep. He must be from a prominent family.

The key is that he speaks Mandarin and is not a local.

Two military cadres went straight to Liu Chuan and showed him their credentials and letters of introduction. They were from a military research institute in the province. The leader was about 40 years old, surnamed Yuan, and was a regimental-level cadre.

"Director Liu, we're here on a mission. Do you have a man named Tan Dexi at your farm?"

Comrade Yuan said very seriously.

"Yes! He's working in a team."

"Please bring him to us immediately. It's something very important."