It was said that Liguschkov was still working the night shift at the arsenal in the main city, and it would take some time for him to arrive in a hurry.
Yang Mingzhi didn't mind waiting for a while. Now, he felt that he was facing a group of old and new comrades from the "Pripyat Weapons Design Bureau" and needed some means to re-establish his authority and boost morale.
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He decided to immediately provide some material support to his comrades. The so-called support came from the precious materials purchased from Moscow that he had brought all the way.
He first asked Dobrov, who was in his early twenties: "Comrade, what do you and other comrades eat on weekdays?"
"It's bread. Yesterday we had some bread with some potatoes."
Yang Mingzhi nodded: "Bread is precious, but what's the weight of it?"
"It's four hundred grams, Comrade Director."
"Four hundred grams? Is this the amount of a meal?"
"It's a whole day."
"The food is a little short, are you all like this?" Yang Mingzhi raised his head and faced everyone's eyes, and he understood everything.
Engaging in scientific research on weapons consumes a lot of energy. To make smart brains operate efficiently, the food requirements of workers are no worse than those of front-line soldiers. And from the perspective of social and military contributions, scientific researchers in the rear are really important.
Looking at them and thinking about the big meal just now, a sense of guilt arises spontaneously.
No, I am a big fish and meat person, and my subordinates eat less than a pound of bread every day. This is wrong!
Yang Mingzhi composed himself, and he basically estimated the food rationing situation of the Academy of Sciences for scientific research workers. Obviously, the amount of food rations distributed is directly proportional to the level of the workers. For example, Doblov, whom he just met today,
This young man is a complete newcomer when he arrives, and the rationing is a bottom line.
Nowadays, talking about salary and income for these workers has little meaning. Food ration is simply the only criterion to measure a worker's contribution.
Perhaps here, everything seems to have returned to the period when Lenin was in power in 1920, and everything has returned to the state of "war communism".
It's just that this extreme state is only suitable for extreme circumstances. By the time the war is over, the ruble has become the benchmark for measuring workers' contributions.
"It seems that comrades may go hungry every day! This is wrong and must be changed. Comrades, we are in the swamp. Although we have always faced the risk of enemy encirclement and suppression, when have we ever faced a food crisis?
Especially for our weapons design bureau, the supply of bread is indeed limited, but potatoes are almost unlimited." Yang Mingzhi pointed casually: "You old people, you can eat a few more potatoes every time you work until the early morning. I estimate,
If I order you to work overtime, I'm afraid all of you will faint from hunger."
Yang Mingzhi's words reflected everyone's new life. After all, it had been a week since the old people arrived in Novosibirsk. During this week, they all felt that although the accommodation conditions had been greatly improved, the food was not only the same as in the swamp, but the quantity was also reduced.
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Unable to suppress their irritability, they expressed their demands one after another.
Only now has Yang Mingzhi finally figured out the bottom line of the Academy of Sciences' food ration: the most basic workers are required to receive 400 grams of bread, 500 grams of potatoes, and 100 grams of sauerkraut every day, and complementary foods are supplied from time to time.
"It's really too bad! Has the great alliance actually become like this and can't even guarantee one kilogram of food a day?!"
Dobrov felt that his new leader was worth talking to. After listening to his complaints, he bravely said: "Comrade Director, we do hope to eat more food. The alliance is indeed in difficulty now. As Soviet citizens, we will endure hunger."
.Maybe...maybe when the wheat is harvested, the food situation of the Academy of Sciences can be improved."
"I don't like the ascetic life, and you shouldn't be an ascetic either." Yang Mingzhi shrugged, looking into the man's blue eyes: "After the wheat harvest, can the food situation be alleviated? This is wrong! Want to be higher?
Food rationing? We must show results. In this way, I will apply to my superiors to improve our treatment. However, I am already here, at least for a period of time, I can improve everyone's life."
The purchased grains were all packed in wooden boxes, and the boxes were nailed very tightly. How would anyone who didn't know the inside know that they were all grains?
The internal security troops of the Academy of Sciences helped the truck driver to load and unload all the luggage brought by the general into the small warehouse of the Academy of Sciences. There were all kinds of things, and they were all the general's huge personal belongings.
Popov smelled the smell of potatoes with his keen sense of smell, but he said nothing. He had already finished the phone call and was about to rush back to report to the general. Unexpectedly, he heard the general's important instructions to all personnel.
"I bought some grain from Moscow, as well as some other treasures, such as vodka. If we add those to everyone, the increase in rations is not much. If we only look at it from the perspective of improving our lives, in the next two weeks, everyone will
It’s time to have a midnight snack.”
As soon as he said this, Yang Mingzhi felt as if he was facing a group of hungry dogs. Everyone tried their best to stay calm, with expressions of joy on their faces.
"Haha? Are you happy? Of course! Of course you are happy. Everything is still the same as in the swamp. I Berekov eats meat, and all of you eat meat with me. Our weapons design bureau is a big family, all of us
We are all part of the design bureau. I am older than you all. I have always disliked some military officers. Because of their high military positions, they look arrogant when facing lower-level soldiers. I am your director, and I am also your director.
Brother. First of all, I, your brother, should give you some gifts immediately."
The so-called gift is vodka. Yang Mingzhi has always believed that spirits are to Mao Zi as honey is to brown bears. Indeed, with the promise of drinking, the whole big office was boiling!
Popov, who was eager to report, immediately came over: "General, I personally directed the soldiers to move your luggage. I heard the collision of some glass bottles. Could it be that those are wine! There are so many of them."
"Of course! I bought a lot of wine just to prepare it for now. It's not just wine, there are also some precious and special drinks."
"Is it Kvass?!" Popov asked in surprise.
"No. It's one that's sweeter than Kvass. You'll know it later. Now that you're here, let's go and take me to the warehouse to have a look."
"Okay. Before that, I want to report to you. Comrade Liguschkov has learned of your order. He has suspended the work at hand and is rushing here as soon as possible. He will arrive in about half an hour.
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Yang Mingzhi nodded: "Okay. Let's solve the wine problem first."
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In the area where the weapons design bureau is located, an independent wooden building serves as a special warehouse for the design bureau. Its interior is warm, and all the existing goods are neatly stacked.
Those wooden boxes were his personal belongings, so Yang Mingzhi had already made some symbols that he recognized on the wooden boxes, which were actually Chinese characters.
They know which box is full of potatoes and which is full of wine.
Yang Mingzhi used a crowbar to open a box, which contained neatly stacked glass bottles. It was self-evident what the transparent liquid in the bottles was.
"General! Is this really full of wine?!" In excitement, Popov simply called Yang Mingzhi general.
"Haha, it seems that you are very excited? Yes! They are all wine. There is also a box containing more magical drinks."
After all, it was already night, and it would be bad to let everyone drink too much. Yang Mingzhi was also worried that if he carried a box of vodka to the big office, these people who have a good drinking capacity would be able to drink in two or three hours.
Create a pile of empty wine bottles.
He gave Popov three bottles: "The wine I brought this time is neither too much nor too little. Comrade Stalin said that each person can drink up to one hundred milliliters a day. As for our comrades, take a sip tonight."
Just satisfy your craving."
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"Well, let's take a look at this..."
A special wooden box was opened again, and it contained nothing else but some imported American Coca-Cola. There were already several empty bottles that had been drunk, and there was still a lot left.
Yang Mingzhi estimated that people who see this drink for the first time may be instinctively afraid because the liquid is brown, but if they know how sweet it is, it is inevitable that they will not be able to stop.
He picked up a bottle of Coke and a special bottle opener.
"Let's go, Comrade Popov, show your eyes to the brothers."
As expected, the appearance of vodka attracted everyone's attention. Some sharp-eyed people were shocked to see the labels on the bottles. These were actually special supplies from the Ministry of Internal Affairs.
The whole office was buzzing with discussions.
"That's enough, everyone is silent!"
With a loud instruction, the room fell silent.
"Very well, you go get your own water glasses, and we will have a glass of wine together to celebrate the new beginning of our weapons design bureau."
In fact, the Pripyat Weapons Design Bureau has reopened long ago. In fact, just relying on the various technical drawings brought back, the design bureau can rest on its laurels for a long time. Especially the rocket launcher-related drawings are from the design
The bureau's original drawings were urgently copied in the printing room inside the Academy of Sciences. Liguschkov had already taken a large number of copied drawings and started manufacturing rocket launchers in the factory he was responsible for.
Everyone, including Popov, quickly brought their wine glasses and waited for the director's reward.
Yang Mingzhi was not in a hurry to share the truth with everyone. He made an unexpected move and publicly displayed a special glass bottle filled with an unknown black liquid.
"Comrades, do you recognize this thing?"
After more than ten seconds of calm, someone finally read out the pronunciation of "" through the inscription on the glass bottle.
"Oh? Do you know this kind of drink?" Yang Mingzhi asked in surprise.
"No, Comrade Director, I don't know. Maybe, this is an American aid?"
"Yes, dear Semyon. This is a very sweet drink. Look at its special color. It is the color of caramel! You can use your imagination to see how sweet it will be. You are also in the alliance.
Senior intellectuals must know the importance of sugar to people. Let me tell you, this is a magical drink for Americans. American soldiers can drink it almost every day! American soldiers eat a lot of sugar every day, so,
Only those soldiers can maintain very strong physical strength at all times."
Today's war is like this. The United States' logistics situation is the best. The wartime national policy set by the Roosevelt administration is to elevate military production and logistics support to the first place. Therefore, there are always piles of goods at resting places for American soldiers.
Mountains of supplies, sweet drinks and sweet canned yellow peaches, the excessive supply even caused some soldiers to be overweight.
But in today's Soviet Union, a bottle of Coca-Cola appearing in Novosibirsk in 1942 is like a moon rock appearing on the surface of the earth in 1942. It is magical and incredible.
The words had already reached the point of excitement, and Yang Mingzhi simply used the topic to play on the subject: "Comrades, I will share this sweet bottle of American drink with you in a moment. You must not underestimate this bottle of drink, it is simply a symbol of American technology.
We must look at the entire earth, and we have to admit that the current Soviet technology is not as good as that of the United States. This is a realistic and helpless fact. We should also understand that the alliance’s two five-year plans have made us an industrial country.
, we have strong manufacturing strength to fight against the invaders organized by Germany, which covers almost half of Europe. How can the alliance have such extraordinary industrial strength? Of course, we have the superiority of our physique and the struggle of tens of millions of working class comrades
Enthusiasm and some technical help from the United States.
Now, the United States is our biggest ally. The bottle of drink in my hand disembarked from Arkhangelsk. I learned that at the same time, a large amount of grain, a large amount of canned meat, and special aluminum also disembarked.
Special steel.
Maybe you don’t know the United States. I met some Americans in Moscow. Those people told me that in the capital of the United States, there are buildings over a hundred meters high. The streets there are no narrower than those in Moscow. Almost all streets have
The car ran wildly.
Those Americans also told me that the Soviet Union carried out nationwide mobilization, and the United States almost did the same. They mobilized at least 50 million people to invest in military logistics production, and even mobilized scientists from the entire country. They mobilized on a large scale
Research high-tech weapons in order to achieve greater victory with minimal casualties.
We must understand that their science and technology are superior to ours, even superior to other countries in the world. This cruel war greatly stimulated the development of science and technology in the United States. When the war is won, U.S. science and technology will surely reach a new level.
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What I said is not to praise the United States, what I said is true. So, we are now facing a question, what will be the situation of our Soviet Union after the war is over. Perhaps you will think that the country’s
Governance is a matter for Comrade Stalin and has nothing to do with us scientific workers.
No! There is a huge relationship! We must also seize the opportunity of this world war and work hard to develop our scientific and technological level. Otherwise, we will have a huge gap with the United States.
Now everything is too late, we must catch up, if we do this, we can surpass them!"
Yang Mingzhi spoke a long paragraph eloquently, and everyone listened carefully with their eyes wide open. Everyone had their own thoughts in their hearts.
They are all young people from the Soviet Union, many of whom were simply born after the October Revolution.
A person's outlook on life is often closely related to his experiences in childhood and adolescence. These young people grew up when the Soviet Union was prosperous, not in the decadent and dark Tsarist Russia. Each of them was an absolute elite cultivated by the alliance.
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Everyone knows that the war broke out, their homeland fell, and the horrific facts of the invaders' killing spree were known to everyone.
What kind of psychological dynamics should young people in such a situation have? Yang Mingzhi knew exactly what they longed for.
Seeing everyone's excitement, Yang Mingzhi felt that the time was completely ripe, so he took out the "ultimate pie": "Comrades! Our weapons design bureau will definitely surpass the United States in some technical aspects in a short time and become
The first in the field. We will create some cutting-edge weapons, and I am afraid it will also change the way war is fought.
Some of you young people have been following me for a year, and some have just joined.
Those old comrades, how much do you know about me? Do you think you know me well? No! You have only scratched the surface."
At this point, Yang Mingzhi stretched out his head and suddenly pointed at his brain with his right hand: "I tell you, my skull is a treasure box, which is filled with knowledge countless times more precious than gold. As my subordinates, we will
This knowledge is implemented into real high-tech weapons to help us win as soon as possible. And we scientific workers will also receive supreme glory! Listen, all of you will be like me one day, with chests full of medals!
He even went to the Kremlin to receive an interview from the leader. Even after this wonderful life, he was laid to rest in the Novodevichy Cemetery, and like the great men of the past, he received tributes from future generations."