"Zhu Yan, this welder seems to be less than fifty years old?"

"Yes." Zhang Tinglan nodded and said, "He is only 45 years old. He is in his prime and exhausted."

Zhou Xinyao's eyes turned red slightly. She pressed Zhang Tinglan's clenched fist and said, "Zhu Yan, don't you say that the whole family can live a good life? Do you have to work so hard?"

Zhang Tinglan smiled bitterly and shook her head: "It's hard. We want to develop slowly, but others don't wait for you. If we are slow and are thrown away by others, I'm afraid that the Eight-Nation Alliance will occupy the capital again. I'm afraid that more casualties will be killed or injured at that time, and the deaths will be more humble and cowardly, just like ants, not even as good as ants."

Zhou Xinyao nodded, but two tears flowed down, and the tears fell on the document. She hurriedly wiped them dry, and then said, "I shouldn't care about these big things. You're busy, I should go and see the child."

Zhou Xinyao turned around and was about to leave. Zhang Tinglan grabbed her sleeve and pulled her back. The two of them had been married for many years. Zhou Xinyao is also a mother of three children, but her figure has not changed at all, and she is still plump and charming. Moreover, she is a noble girl and is now a dignified first lady. She is graceful and elegant, even better than before.

"Xinyao, I want to discuss with you. How about you asking for a state funeral for Zheng Yuchen?"

Zhou Xinyao nodded without hesitation: "I think it's OK. This state funeral should not be exclusive to politicians. Those who truly contribute to the country are worthy of respect. Holding a state funeral for Zheng Yuchen is also a comfort to all workers. Of course I support it."

"How about you and me attend?"

"Ah?" Zhou Xinyao waved her hand quickly when she heard this: "I am a woman, it's not good for me to show up in public in this kind of occasion."

"What's wrong? Xinyao, weren't you very bold when you were young? Why are you becoming more and more timid and more conservative now?"

When Zhou Xinyao heard this, her face turned red: "It's not like this for women. She has become the mothers of several children. There are old people on top and a bunch of small people below. There are you in the middle..."

Feeling his wife's angry eyes, Zhang Tinglan smiled, grabbed Zhou Xinyao's hand, and said with a smile: "Xinyao, you are the serious first lady now, and it's not appropriate to stay at home. How about spending time with me and attending some activities in the future?"

"I'm not embarrassed by all the yellow-faced women."

"Nothing nonsense. Who has ever seen such a beautiful yellow-faced woman? Wife, just treat me as a pity. Satisfy your husband's vanity and make others jealous."

"Zhu Yan, are you really going to let me get out?"

"Of course, I'll give it my hands."

Zhou Xinyao also smiled confidently and said, "I was so confident. I went abroad to study earlier, but I don't know why. I fell in love with you, a native bun. In those years, I was a teacher and taught first aid courses. In other words, I just squatted at home after I had Da Ya."

Speaking of the past, Zhou Xinyao also had a hint of sweetness on her face, and she couldn't help but smile and said, "Since you are willing to let me go out, then you have to promise something. I'm going to run a charity foundation, so I'll use our family's money to do some good deeds."

Zhang Tinglan nodded without hesitation: "No problem, I must support you very much. I don't know what aspect my wife wants to do?"

"Education, medical care, elderly people, abandoned children, drinking water, food, and do whatever they can. My sister Xianrui and I have discussed it. In the future, Sister Lan Yun is responsible for financial management and earning money, so we will be responsible for spending money. The more the better, it is best to spend you into a pauper."

"Okay, it depends on my wife's ability. I have no objection at all. If I spend all the money, I will go to my father-in-law's house and be a son-in-law who is in the back. In short, I will not starve to death." Zhang Tinglan smiled with satisfaction.

It’s really hard to say how much assets he has now, but it’s unlikely to spend them all. In fact, Zhang Tinglan encouraged Zhou Xinyao to go out, which was also a demonstration. Chinese society is moving forward, and more and more workers are needed in society, especially female workers, and the gap is getting bigger and bigger.

The women in cities are not bad, but the countryside is still too conservative, so the first lady is also obliged to set an example. In addition, politics is not only men's toys, but women can also participate in it, but women can also play an unexpected lubricant. In many occasions when Zhang Tinglan is inconvenient to come forward, the effect will be better for the wife.

Zhou Xinyao leaned on Zhang Tinglan's shoulder, and her face showed a look as if she had just met. She couldn't help but say, "My words, I'm actually afraid that God has taken us too much. When I think of someone who is exhausted and starved to death, it's like I've committed a sin. I'm really afraid that God will take away everything in front of me."

"Silly girl, don't be afraid!" Zhang Tinglan hugged her shoulders and said with a smile: "Husband, I have been going against the will of heaven for many years. Don't worry, God can't do anything to us!"

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State funeral! Everyone is familiar with it. For example, Lao Yuan and Li Yuanhong who just died have all enjoyed this treatment, but holding state funerals for an ordinary technician, military and political officials, including the president and his wife, all have to attend. This is probably unprecedented.

Suddenly, there were many public opinions, and everyone wanted to know what kind of virtue and ability of Zheng Yuchen to enjoy this kind of treatment. As more and more news was discovered, Chinese society was gradually shocked.

This is not a funeral for one person, but a respect for a generation!

Exhausted! What a glorious and great way to die. If there were no such exhausted people, there would be hundreds of people who died in battle on the battlefield, and hundreds of thousands of people who died in battle would be added to the country and millions of innocent dead.

This is not a fantasy. Looking back on the late Qing Dynasty, until the country was unified, there were no people who starved to death in the year, and there were no places where there were no disasters in the year. How many parents clearly had to go to the fields to work until their children were seriously ill, and when they returned home, their children were already dead in the pit.

Industrialization is a transformation of the phoenix nirvana, and at this time China is a melting pot. Everyone is an ore and must withstand the test of flames. They must get rid of their own laziness. They must get rid of bad habits and put aside their little happiness.

In this process, it is painful because with the sieving of the dregs, there are some beauty of the old era and the comfort of pastoral songs that will never come back. Everyone must learn to fight, learn to compete, and even learn to be numb and turn themselves into a part of the machine.

Perhaps many years later, people who have come from this era will complain, reminisce about the beauty of the past, pursue lost touches, and regain their warm souls. But no one really wants to regain that era when people live in poverty.

This is the sorrow of the Chinese in this era, and perhaps the greatest happiness. They witnessed a great era, witnessed the re-rise of a great country, and rebuilt the bricks and stones of the prosperous Han and Tang Dynasties with their hands.

In fact, in later generations, China is also undergoing such transformation. The 1.4 billion people are working hard in a nearly self-abuse way to dream of a strong country. They are constantly pursuing.

At this time, there were countless spectators around them mocking these arduous entrepreneurs. Those who claimed to have retained traditional culture and embraced Western civilization, although they were of the same root and species, looked down on these people who had no socks to wear, but made missiles, wrinkled their pants, but released two bombs and one satellite.

But one day, they will find that the 1.4 billion humble backbone that supports the Chinese sky, not those who are indifferent and arrogant. In this painful purgatory, if Westerners hate you, despise you, and constantly slander you in the newspaper, then congratulations, you are already striving for the progress of your country.

The reason is very simple, because 1.4 billion people need to eat and wear well and live with dignity, they have to snatch resources from their hands and work opportunities, and even in the end, they will become gravediggers in the Western era. This is the enemy of life and death and will not change anything.

On the contrary, if you receive praise, you are informing you that in this sublimation of the entire nation, you not only act as a spectator, but even become an accomplice. After a thousand years, some people will always be nailed to the pillar of shame in history. Perhaps the Chinese at that time will no longer care about these things, after all, the Celestial Empire must always have a broad mind.

Starting from the 15th Five-Year Plan, this painful sublimation has begun. From Zheng Yuchen, every worker seems to have seen his own shadow, hard work, diligence, and silent. Sometimes it seems that he has reached the limit, but he still has to grit his teeth and hold on.

Resentment! Who should I hate? Governments and enterprises? In fact, it is not right. The ones I should hate the most are the ancestors hundreds of years ago. They did not risk sacrificing half of their people to open up new routes. They did not sell black slaves against their conscience and massacre Indians. They did not leave the places with the richest resources and the most fertile land.

The descendants of future generations must pay the debt for the laziness of their predecessors. This is fate, a fate that cannot be avoided. Because if you don’t pay back the debt now, your descendants will never have the opportunity to straighten their chests, and will even sink forever.

Gradually, the Chinese people began to understand more and more. In fact, this state funeral was held for every Chinese. This generation was destined to sacrifice, tragic, but great!

In the drizzle of spring, Zhang Tinglan, Yang Yuting, Shen Honglie, Jiang Dengxuan, Tao Jiping, Wu Yulin and others, all of them carried the coffin together and slowly placed the body of an ordinary worker in the tomb.

The entire funeral road was full of people, and everyone was wearing white flowers on their chests, and they watched helplessly that such a once-small person was at the attention of everyone and became the focus of hundreds of millions of people.

Among all the funeral crowds, there were more than thirty disciples brought out by Zheng Yuchen, holding dozens of notebooks in their hands.

During the years of work, Zheng Yuchen recorded every little experience and handed it over to every apprentice. In his eyes, as long as these people fail to meet their own standards, they are unqualified.

Being beaten and scolded is commonplace, and young men may even be scolded and cried. But until today, these people have no complaints. The notes and pens left by the master have all been sent to the Navy Museum, and are placed together with the model of the aircraft carrier, becoming an eternal commemoration.

After burying Zheng Yuchen's coffin, Zhang Tinglan and Zhou Xinyao, wearing a black windbreaker, planted two pine trees, green cypresses, and innocent hearts in front of his tombstone!

At this moment, the entire country and the entire nation seemed to have sublimated. People always have to live for their ideals and for the future of this country.

This state funeral seemed to have opened the curtain of the Second Five-Year Plan. All Chinese people were full of energy and devoted themselves to a new round of construction boom. Countless Chinese people, from all over the country, inside and outside the Yellow River, were fighting for the same belief, and the power burst out was also amazing.

On the second day of the state funeral, the delegation of the Dalian Shipyard, led by the delegation of the delegation Chen Jing and the chief engineer Yao Yimin, was carrying their plans and crossing the ocean, located in Chile, South America.

"General Engineer Yao, do you think our plan can win?"

Yao Yimin nodded firmly: "This is the most favorable condition we can offer. As long as the Chileans have a little brain, they will not refuse."

Chen Jing also smiled and said, "When we came, the President personally gave us a lot of responsibility."

"That's right, just like soldiers fighting, we are also developing economic territory for the sake of the country. This time we only win but not lose!"

The delegation traveled across the ocean and finally arrived in South America after a long voyage. When they came from the Northern Hemisphere, it was already early summer, and when they arrived in the Southern Hemisphere, the season was just the opposite, and everyone felt a hint of chill.

The one who came to the port to greet them was Bachelet, who had been to China. He saw Chen Jing and others, and was very enthusiastic and said with a smile: "The aircraft purchased from your country have begun to be equipped in the Chilean Air Force. Everyone was very surprised. They didn't believe that China could actually build such a great aircraft. It was simply amazing!"

Chen Jing smiled and said, "We can not only produce aircraft, but also ships. I believe you have heard that China's two latest aircraft carriers have been launched one after another. The launch of the Jiangsu and Heilongjiang clearly shows China's construction capabilities on large warships, which is unquestionable."

Bachelet smiled bitterly: "Yes, I admit that your aircraft carrier is very good, but what Chile needs this time is a battleship. To be honest, the President invites you here in the hope of enhancing the friendship between the two sides. Even if we cannot win the order, we will increase our efforts to purchase aircraft."

After hearing this, Chen Jing and Yao Yimin took a look and felt a sense of enlightenment. As expected, they were invited to come here, just to accompany the prince to study and help suppress the prices of Western shipyards.

Only purchasing aircraft is just a candy. Of course they won’t see it. Chen Jing smiled and said, “Although China has never built a battleship, we are still full of confidence. I believe your country will be moved by our sincerity.”

Bachelet shrugged and smiled, "I will try my best to contact you, but to be honest, the West is not big."
Chapter completed!