Siheyuan: A warm home with wife and children

Seeing this, Qin Huairu finally felt a little relieved.

She loosened her grip on the hem of her clothes, took two steps forward, and said something.

He turned around and went straight to the stove: "Master's wife, let me help you. Do you need to clean these things up?"

"Oh, right, make two more dishes today."

"I'll do it~" Qin Huairu squatted down on the ground and quickly picked up the vegetables in front of her.

Zhiyuan, who was sitting upright in the room reading a book, heard the sound.

He glanced at the stick-shaped dog that Xiao Dang had brought in and casually said, "If there's a chair, bring it yourself. Be careful when you're reading."

Jia Geng curled his lip; that arrogant, commanding tone was really unpleasant.

Xiao Dang shook his arm and whispered, "That's just how Zhiyuan is; he treats everyone the same."

Hearing her say that, his inferiority complex, which stemmed from feeling looked down upon, eased somewhat.

Then he saw that Zhiyuan was engrossed in his book and didn't pay any attention to him at all.

Banggeng walked up to the bookshelf and looked at the various books crammed into the bookshelf that reached the ceiling.

At that moment, he truly understood what it meant to be "a mountain of books and a sea of ​​knowledge."

The feeling of inferiority that had just subsided returned.

Jia Geng wanted to pick out a comic book to read, but then he looked at the books the other people were holding.

The densely packed small characters on it gave him a headache just from a glance.

But the group of people watched with great interest, as if they were completely absorbed in it.

If you were to pick up a comic book, even if you didn't say it, you'd probably look down on it in your heart, right?

In reality, until they called him to dinner, no one paid any attention to what he was doing.

Everyone was reading their own text, completely immersed in the beautiful words between the lines.

Who has the time or inclination to care what he's doing?!

Chapter 301 Accumulated Sign-in Login, Semiconductor Industry

We had a meal at home; there was no lecturing, and no scene of burying the hatchet.

It's nothing more than old grievances between neighbors; I've long since forgotten about it.

Everyone enjoyed the meal, chatted casually, and had a good laugh – that was the most genuine thing.

Before leaving, Banggeng scratched his head and asked sheepishly, "Can I come to read books from now on?"

Zhiyuan glanced at his father and noticed that he didn't react.

He nodded calmly and said, "Okay, you're welcome to read anytime."

Only then did Jia Geng happily leave with his mother.

I don't know if it's psychological or due to environmental influences.

Jia Geng, who used to fall asleep while reading, suddenly found the words between the lines quite interesting.

Although there were parts he didn't understand, there were bound to be some books that were suitable for him among all those available...

"Mom, thank you." Reaching the front door, Jia Geng thanked his mother.

Seeing Qin Huairu's blank expression, Jia Geng felt embarrassed, scratched his head, and pushed the door open to go inside.

He didn't know what else to say, so he decided to go back inside and rest.

He felt a little awkward thanking his mother.

Standing in front of the door, Qin Huairu, who had been standing there for a while, chuckled and wiped the corner of her eye with her hand.

My heart felt as warm as if a stove had been lit.

It was worth it, absolutely worth it!

Clean up the room and tidy up the table.

Yang Jianguo glanced at Yingzi, who was washing herself by the stove, then turned and went back into the inner room.

The two children were doing their homework at their own desks, and Yang Jianguo also sat down at his desk and turned on the desk lamp.

Warm light illuminated the desktop as he took a black notebook out of the drawer.

Open it up, and you'll find it covered in messy handwriting, various sketches, formulas, and crossed-out black lines.

This is his usual notebook for recording random thoughts and inspirations; no one else could understand it at all.

But in his eyes, it was a source of inspiration and a treasure.

However, he didn't rush to summarize today.

The system prompted, "You have reached the limit of 30 days of accumulated check-ins. Please check in as soon as possible."

During this trip to the south, Yang Jianguo accumulated 30 consecutive days of "checking in".

Today is the expiration date; once it's over, it will no longer accumulate and undergo any qualitative change.

Therefore, thirty days is the limit.

This feature was recently added, just in time for his trip to the south.

So, I decided to conduct an experiment.

"Sign in." As Yang Jianguo responded silently, the system's crisp reply immediately rang in his mind.

'Check-in successful. Accumulated time: 30 days.'

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Seeing the various rewards displayed before him, Yang Jianguo felt as if his eyes were about to be blinded.

Are you kidding me? This is to make him go down the semiconductor route.

However, upon closer reflection, isn't this just like having a pillow when you're sleepy?

The top leader assigned him to a field that was inextricably linked to the semiconductor industry.

If significant investments are made in the semiconductor industry earlier, then future sanctions and restrictions will be rendered ineffective.

"Don't rush, don't rush." ​​Yang Jianguo suppressed the pounding in his heart and tried his best to remain calm.

Starting all over again, is pursuing the semiconductor path even feasible?

Although relevant departments were established in 65, after a chaotic decade, these departments had long lost their original function.

We had no money, no materials, and no technology.

The key point is that even the person doesn't know where they went after being knocked down.

It's only now that it's slowly recovering.

There are too many things to pay attention to, but the most important thing is to ensure that people have enough to eat and to regain the trust and support of the masses.

The rest, though also important.

But the conditions are what they are; no matter how urgent the situation, you have to wait in line.

The establishment of Yang Jianguo's "Precision Engineering Research Institute" consumed all of the ministry's extra resources.

It can be said that its emergence stifled the plans and long-term efforts of countless people.

Therefore, it's no surprise that some people will dislike him.

If it weren't for Yang Jianguo's numerous honors, renowned reputation, outstanding skills, and the unconditional support and trust of high-ranking leaders...

It would be strange if it took three to five years to set up the 'research institute' team.

Now, Yang Jianguo wants to extend his reach into the semiconductor industry.

This is an incredibly expensive undertaking, not just any expensive undertaking, but one where truckloads of money are being poured in and yet there's still no sign of it moving.

In the current environment, gaining support is extremely difficult.

But that's for other people; don't forget he has the technology readily available.

Once these technologies are made a reality, they can be monetized immediately.

At that time, it won't be the higher-ups putting money into it; rather, it will generate a lot of foreign exchange and revenue for the higher-ups.

Yang Jianguo believes it is necessary to discuss this matter with the top leaders.

He picked up the pen, opened the ink bottle in a few quick movements, and began writing furiously.

His face was filled with surging passion, and his eyes shone brighter than the lights.

With each stroke of the pen, the joy and excitement emanating from my body intensified.

Seeing this, Yingzi waved to the two children, telling them to read quietly.

The person sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing their hands and feet, and leaned against the pillows to take the basket for doing chores and put it in their lap.

Yingzi took out her needle and thread and quietly began crocheting a sweater.

In two more months it will get cold, and my old sweaters are starting to fray and aren't keeping me warm.

Yingzi took everything apart, bought some new yarn, and mixed it with the yarn she had taken apart before to knit two new sweaters for the children.

I'll also knit a wool vest for Jianguo; he likes wearing them.

Protecting my chest, I won't feel cold even when I'm outside wearing a coat.

I went back inside and took off my coat. With the heating on, wearing a vest wasn't too hot, which was just right.

Under the bright lights, the family of four were busy with their own things, enjoying a harmonious and cozy time together.

Yingzi got a little sleepy and yawned.

The two little ones at the desk closed their books, intending to go back to their rooms to sleep.

Yang Jianguo, who was sitting at the desk, suddenly stood up, and the chair behind him crashed to the ground, startling the three of them.

"Jianguo, what's wrong with you?" Seeing his appearance, Yingzi stepped forward, helped him up in his chair, and asked curiously.

"It worked! Haha, it really worked!" Yingzi said excitedly, supporting her arm. "Well, I have to go out for a bit, otherwise I definitely won't be able to sleep tonight."

Yang Jianguo put the laptop into his bag, picked it up, and said, "I'm going to a high-ranking leader's house. You go to sleep first, don't wait for me."

"Okay!" Yingzi nodded and took his coat and put it on him.

Without saying a word more, I simply watched him leave.

Once inside, she turned on the porch light she had turned off earlier, then smiled and said to the child, "It's getting late, go back to your room and go to sleep!"

Chapter 302 Light a lamp, Dad will build a grand stage for you

Yang Jianguo went to the home of a high-ranking leader overnight, and the security guards at the gate didn't stop him and let him through directly.

His face was familiar; besides, it wasn't the first time he'd come looking for someone, his boss, in the middle of the night.

This Engineer Yang is quite well-known in the security system of the compound.

So, before leaving, I casually slipped him a box of front doors.

You can't refuse even if you want to; the person has already ridden away far away.

While the leader was sound asleep inside, he heard a noise outside and was about to get up to check.

Then the study door was pushed open, and Yang Jianguo, carrying a bag, entered the room without any hesitation.

"Sir, I'm sorry to disturb your rest," Yang Jianguo said, but his expression showed no embarrassment whatsoever.

His eyes were full of joyful excitement; what happy event could it be!

The big boss's drowsiness vanished immediately.

"Come on, Jianguo, sit down and let's talk." The big leader threw off the covers, put on a coat, and walked to the desk.

Being a leader isn't easy, especially a high-ranking leader.

I slept in the study for 28 or 29 days out of the month.

Firstly, I work late, and it's easy for me to disturb my wife when I go back to the room.