A stunning beauty arrived on the island; she invented everything from childcare to babysitting.

The establishment of the factory was an exciting piece of news announced by the military at the medal-awarding ceremony.

Due to the inconvenient transportation on the island, it has been a place of exile for criminals since ancient times. Even now, it is not a developed place, with only one city on the huge island.

A county-level city.

At that time, there were only a handful of factories on the entire island. When the army decided to open two factories at once, everyone was naturally happy.

"I heard that our local cannery has partnered with the city's cannery. They're buying their newly replaced equipment directly from the city cannery, and they're also taking orders directly from the city cannery. We produce whatever they need, so we don't have to worry about orders or sales channels. They'll even send specialized technicians to train our workers, so it's okay even if no one knows how."

Zhao Xuemei shared this new information she had heard with An Ning.

"What about the toy factory?" Anning asked her.

"I don't know."

Zhao Xuemei thought about it and realized that she had only heard news about the cannery, and very few people mentioned the toy factory. She wondered if there was no news about the toy factory at all, or if people were not optimistic about it.

But she quickly perked up again: "By the way, isn't the higher-ups looking for someone to make planning maps right now? They've already issued a document saying that if it's adopted, there will be a 500 yuan reward! I think your drawing is pretty good, why don't you give it a try?"

An Ning shook her head: "Forget it, the factory's layout is too complicated, and I don't know much about it."

Putting aside the fact that she had never systematically studied drawing, the drawings she made before were all based on books or her own understanding.

It's fine to ask her to draw architectural blueprints for zombie prevention, but asking her to design factory plans is like asking her to be completely clueless about the rest.

However, once the toy factory is built, she could make some money by purchasing the blueprints from outside sources.

She preferred this free life to working a nine-to-five job in a factory.

With all the different kinds of toys she had seen in her later life, she could easily make a fortune just by making a few of them, so she never had to worry about not having enough money.

Zhao Xuemei chatted with An Ning for a while, and seeing that the steamed buns were almost ready, she tactfully returned home.

Anning woke the child up and ate dinner.

Only then did she realize that Chen Hai had put all the materials she had bought back at his own home. She had only noticed that it was getting late and hadn't paid any attention to this issue at all.

An Ning felt her face getting slightly hot, probably because she was from inland and wasn't used to the seaside climate. The evening sea breeze was quite intoxicating.

The next day, Anning deprived the child of the right to go to the county town; she refused to give Chen Hai another chance to use the child as an excuse.

Fortunately, after yesterday afternoon, the little girl's excitement had worn off. Since she couldn't understand what her mother and Uncle Chen Hai were doing, she could only draw boredly on the side. It would have been better for her to go to school with her neighbor, Pengfei.

In class, the teacher tells them stories, and outside of class, the children play together.

Once Mom makes the remote-controlled airplane, she can play with it right away, isn't that great?

She'll definitely become the most popular girl in school.

So when Anning suggested that she continue to go to school with her neighbor Pengfei today, Xiaonier agreed without any objection.

Song Wenyuan, who had been eagerly waiting in the county town since early morning, was clearly disappointed when he did not see his daughter, but he quickly rallied.

Last night when I went to return the model boat, the old captain told me that to win over a wife, you have to be sweet-talking.

With children around, he couldn't say many things, but now that it's just him and his wife, he doesn't have as many reservations about what he says.

Upon seeing his wife, Song Wenyuan eagerly pulled out a box: "I've put all my things in this box. It's more convenient to store them this way, and it'll be easier to find them later."

Anning looked at the leather trunk, which looked extremely expensive, but was still a pile of junk. The only thing that came to mind was a story she had learned as a child—buying the box and returning the pearl.

But seeing the expectant look in the other person's eyes, which seemed to be seeking praise, she swallowed what she wanted to say and reluctantly praised, "That's great. We won't have to worry about not being able to find the parts anymore."

What was said in jest was taken seriously by the listener, and Song Wenyuan's face instantly fell.

Why didn't he think of that?

If all the parts are packed in a box, and his wife can take them with her when she goes back, what reason will he have to ask her to come over next time?

With his wife's abilities, she could easily build a remote-controlled airplane on her own.

An Ning had no idea what Chen Hai was thinking; she only noticed that his face was turning red and then pale, which was very strange.

Did she mean anything by yin or yang in what she just said?

Did you speak in such a disdainful tone that the other person noticed?

She decided to back down and change the subject: "Let's begin then."

Yesterday, the two of them drew the circuit diagram on the copper-clad board and completed the etching process. Today, they need to install the components to complete the production of the transmitter and receiver, and then start to consider the power system.

An Ning and Song Wenyuan discussed it for a long time and finally decided to use electric power.

While current batteries cannot achieve the range of future generations, internal combustion engines, or gasoline engines, have even greater limitations.

With current technology, it is difficult to find suitable high-strength, lightweight materials, and a scaled-down internal combustion engine may not be able to power an excessively heavy engine body.

If the materials used in the fuselage are reduced in order to prioritize lightness, then the fuel tanks inside the aircraft may not be adequately protected.

This toy can become very dangerous if a child misuses it.

If electric power is used, this problem will not exist. Even if the plane crashes, there will be no fire or explosion.

However, the motors also need to be hand-made, so the difficulty is not reduced in the slightest.

Fortunately, many materials can be obtained from the radio, so there is no need to buy them separately.

She loves the radio; it's such a treasure!

The two worked from 10:00 to 12:30. When Song Wenyuan checked the time, he deliberately waved the watch on his wrist in front of An Ning's eyes. It was the same watch she had given to him.

However, An Ning pretended not to see it and just watched his performance quietly.

Helpless, Song Wenyuan could only continue with today's schedule and suggested that they have lunch at the port's canteen.

After finishing their meal, the two decided to take a leisurely walk back to digest their food.

On the way, Song Wenyuan suddenly said, "By the way, there's something I might need to tell you."

"What is it?" Anning asked.

Song Wenyuan finally found a reason to give his wife credit: "Do you remember my brother, Xue Man?"

“I’ve seen you a few times.” Anning rolled her eyes. “Last time I brought you a whole bunch of stuff, and the neighbors kept asking me all sorts of questions.”

Song Wenyuan pursed his lips: "I taught him how to say it."

“He did say what you instructed, it’s just that you sent too much stuff.” Anning stopped there. “So what happened to him?”

"When I met him last time, he found the stun gun you gave me. He said it was very effective in missions, which would save you a lot of trouble. So I took it upon myself to let him take it back to the unit to report. You won't blame me, will you?"