It doesn't matter what the kitchen is like or the bathroom. Star Tao's spirit is not as sensitive as her husband's. She really doesn't care.
After all, I have been living for almost 20 years, and the flush toilet is indeed an eye-opener. However, sitting down to solve problems is really not something you can adapt to in an instant. Our ancestors have been squatting to solve problems for thousands of years. Is it because it is cold outside?
Endure the abdominal pain until noon? Bah.
But she only had no experience of giving birth, and she didn't know that as her belly got bigger and bigger, the flush toilet was a life-saving treasure.
In Moscow, a large number of tube buildings built before the war have spread to pumping docks, and residents use their own paper cushions when going to the toilet to ensure hygiene. At this point, flush toilets have gained an additional layer of "modern beauty".
After all, she was solving personal problems in a traditional way that night. She didn't find it difficult. Even with Anne by her side to help her throughout the process, she still stood up easily and even stood in front of her husband, smiling and saying "don't worry".
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"Silly girl, you are only over five months old now. I'm afraid you will have difficulty walking by the end of the year."
What's the difficulty in walking? Star Tao touched her belly, and she could already feel the baby's fetal movements, and the feeling of happiness called mother had already sprouted.
When she was not pregnant, she carried a gun and fought by herself, running thirty kilometers a day. She was already an excellent veteran. With her extremely strong physical fitness, even if she had a big belly, it was equivalent to being fully armed. Was it really difficult at that time?
Star Tao didn't want to talk about anything else. She was exhausted now and should lie down on the soft bed and fall asleep.
In a sense, everything reverts to a swamp state.
Yang Mingzhi held his wife's hand, and the two of them slept comfortably on the large soft bed. Excessive fatigue made the two of them almost occupy the bed. The extremely warm bedroom also made it unnecessary for them to cover themselves with thick plush blankets and wear pajamas.
Just cover it with a thin blanket.
The climate in Novosibirsk is already in late autumn, and with just a cold snap, the entire city will be covered in white snow.
The lights in the entire house were completely turned off, and Yang Mingzhi's moderate snoring and Carambola's soft breathing could be heard in the house. It was obvious that the general and his wife had fallen asleep.
Not only them, but everyone in the design department, including Popov, followed the general's order and also slept before eleven o'clock at night for the first time in several days.
The dormitory area of the Design Bureau fell into silence except for a few people who entered new combat positions to stand guard on the first day after arriving in Novosibirsk.
Now Grishenko has completely replaced Abram's job in the past. There are ten guards. They are divided into five groups, and one group is rotated every two hours, and high-intensity guarding is implemented all day long.
There are two battalions of active troops stationed at the Academy of Sciences, and there are multiple recruit training camps around Novosibirsk. The city is even more remote in Siberia, so it should not be impossible for enemies to infiltrate and destroy it here.
This is not a question of whether there are enemies, but a purely attitude question. Should we stop standing guard if there are no enemies? No! Standing guard is necessary at all times. After all, if any emergency occurs, even if an asteroid hits the earth,
The sentry was the first person to report this incident.
The dawn of the morning came very early. By the time the morning bugle was blown at 5:30 in the morning, the sun had already risen very high.
Yang Mingzhi gave the design bureau staff a rest order, but everyone got up early, washed up, and waited for the dining car to deliver breakfast.
No matter whether it was the morning bugle or the noise outside, Yang Mingzhi's clear dream was not disturbed. He and his wife were so tired that they lost all vigilance.
At seven o'clock in the morning, the food delivery truck drove to the design bureau. Several people dressed as chefs unloaded a large amount of bread, boiled potatoes, and a large bucket of vegetable soup, and left in a hurry.
Popov, who got up early, could no longer care about so much. He noticed that today's breakfast was obviously more than before. It was not only the arrival of the general and his wife, but also the people the general brought.
The design bureau does not have a fixed place to eat on weekdays. They either go to the public canteen as a group, or in their own dormitories, even in the big office, or even outdoors, to finish their meals neatly and continue working.
Grischenko and his guys got their own breakfast this time without exception.
"We don't have a special canteen here yet, so just find a place to sit down and finish breakfast." Popov instructed.
Grishenko was a little surprised: "The general hasn't gotten up yet? Can I eat first? Oh no, how could we forget the general?!"
"Let him sleep a little longer. I know him very well."
"No! No! I'd better wake him up. If the cabbage soup gets cold, it will be bad."
"Then, go ahead and knock on the door."
Being knocked on the door while he was sleeping was really annoying, and Popov knew better than to get into trouble. He handed over the trouble to Grishenko, whom he had just met, and look at that guy, he was really hesitant to knock on it.
The door is open.
"Comrade General! Wake up soon! Dinner is already served."
"General! Get up quickly, otherwise the soup will get cold!"
There is one disadvantage of the wooden house, the sound insulation effect is very limited. Grishenko is a soldier after all, and his knocking on the door is very powerful, and even the lazy person will be woken up by the strong noise.
"What the hell...Abram, did you hit the door with a hammer?!" Yang Mingzhi felt as if there were thousands of ants crawling on his head, and his whole body felt uncomfortable under the intrusion of noise pollution.
"General! Dinner has been served. You'd better come and have breakfast."
Yang Mingzhi rubbed his eyes again and finally woke up. After ending his trance, he finally realized that this was not a dormitory in the swamp, but in Novosibirsk, and the person knocking on the door was not Abram. It was Grishchenko.
There is indeed something about Abram's style.
"Okay! Prepare breakfast for me and my wife, I'll get up right away."
How can a tired person not be lazy when sleeping in a greenhouse? There are still important things today. Yang Mingzhi looked at the watch thrown on the bedside and saw that it was almost half past seven!
If he were in Moscow, the sun would have just risen at this time. Now he was surprised to see that the warm sunlight passed through the glass, illuminating the entire bedroom with incomparable brightness.
"Haha, it's half past ten astronomical time! I really slept until the sun was shining on my buttocks."
Yang Mingzhi, who felt his body was limp, pulled up his wife, who was even more limp. Of course, the two of them wanted to continue resting, but they had important things to do and they really had no right to stay in bed.
When the thick wooden door was pushed open, laziness suddenly became a thing of the past.
The cool breeze blew on their warm faces, and Yang Mingzhi shivered: "Oh, why is it windy suddenly? Is there a cold wave? My dear, are you okay?"
"Well, luckily I have some thick clothes."
The mink velvet clothes she spent a huge sum of money to buy gave Carambola absolute warmth, but her whole body turned into a black and furry ball, and the posture that a woman should have was also covered up. Style or temperature, she decisively chose temperature.
The north wind is blowing across the land, and it seems that winter is coming.
"General, come with me. The breakfast they prepared for you is in the big office."
"Well, Grishenko, today you remind me of Abram."
"Is it your former guard captain?"
"It's the battalion commander! Grishenko, work hard and you will be promoted in the future."
Yang Mingzhi was in a good mood, and he felt even better when he saw the fragrant breakfast. He is not the kind of person who pursues luxury, but he is not frugal either. He is not picky about food, and as long as it is delicious food, he will take it as ordered.
Breakfast is a very traditional red cabbage soup and bread. The food itself is fine, but the place where we eat is a bit awkward.
Popov moved a small table, which was the dining table for the couple. The table was temporary, but what about the other people? There were actually people squatting in the corner, holding an iron fist full of vegetable soup in one hand, and another hand
Grabbing a piece of big Leba and chewing on it.
He snapped his fingers, and Popov came running over: "Comrade Director, what are your orders?"
"One thing I'm very surprised about is that our design bureau doesn't even have an internal canteen."
"Indeed, I don't care. Eating is a small matter, but work is a big deal."
"Bah! You can't show me your personal consciousness, but I'm very angry. You should mention this matter to that Lysenko. That guy can't handle our internal affairs, how can I lead you to work well? It seems that we have another problem.
One more question."
Suddenly, Yang Mingzhi felt that he had become the owner who was inspecting the new house. He was not picky, nor was he dissatisfied with Popov's "forbearance tactics." As the dean, Lysenko had to solve some things immediately.
In the morning, I participated in an important meeting, which related to my personal honor.
Why not get new honors? Obtaining the title of Honorary Academician can also bring you considerable financial income.
So, is Yang Mingzhi looking forward to it very much? He is looking forward to it, but not particularly.
After all, honorary academician is not an academician. It is an affirmation of personal achievements. His achievements have been recognized by the National Defense Committee, the NKVD, and especially Stalin himself. No matter how many honorary titles and honorary titles he received for this, they are not as good as those of senior Soviet officials.
The unanimous recognition is real.
Yang Mingzhi ate up the bread in twos and said to his wife: "You will come with me later and continue to see the world. I guess I will just get a certificate or something, and the matter will be done quickly. In the afternoon,
You can continue to lie down in our new home. You are pregnant, so you should sleep more in the future."
"Is this really good? I should go with you. I have always supported you. Sigh... I think I shouldn't be idle."
"Why do you have nothing to do? Your biggest task now is to raise your baby. If you feel bored, I will get you some books. Now you can study on your own. If you go to a medical school to study in the future, you will be able to adapt better."
"Okay. Brother, do you think it's appropriate for me to wear this outfit?"
Starfruit shows off her mink velvet coat. Is it suitable? Of course not.
"The clothes the Communist Youth League gave you were a little inappropriate. After all, you have a bulging belly. You don't actually have a uniform, so it doesn't get in the way. You can just wear a sweater and they won't make irresponsible remarks."
"Well... forget it." Yang Tao shook his head helplessly, "I'd better go to Annie's and borrow a large Russian-style dress to wear outside. It won't look too weird."
Star Tao finally put on new clothes. Look at her new image. She put on a headscarf and she looked no different from an ordinary peasant woman.
Her whole person exudes a simple and tranquil temperament, and her thick clothes cannot hide her bulging belly. Perhaps to the Novosibirsk natives, she is just an ordinary North Asian indigenous girl, maybe a Yakut woman who is about to become a mother.
It was this quiet girl who had killed seventy-four enemies, and her military achievements were turned into medals, which were hung one by one on her dress.
At ten o'clock in the morning, two cars drove to the door of the design bureau's main office.
A man who called himself Ivanov got out of the car. He stood respectfully in front of Yang Mingzhi and bowed slightly: "Comrade General, I am following the order of the dean to pick you up to attend the All-Soviet Academy of Sciences prepared for you.
Certificate issuance ceremony for honorary academicians.”
"Oh! Yes, I'm really looking forward to it. Thank you, Dean, for your kindness. I think I'm ready."
"Just get in the car quickly."
"Do you mind if I bring my wife and my subordinates with me for this matter?"
"Of course, all members of your design bureau can participate."
"No." Yang Mingzhi waved his hand, "Popov, you come with me. And Grishenko, you come too."
The rest order given to the design bureau must continue. It is enough to invite three or four people for this trip.
Scientists often have a very good sense of time, so that the entire staff of the Academy of Sciences is very punctual in doing things. The car arrived at ten o'clock, and it took only five minutes for the two cars to arrive at the destination, a small auditorium.
"Haha, this is your auditorium for holding various activities?" Yang Mingzhi asked curiously after getting out of the car.
"No, Comrade General, it is a small auditorium. There are many more auditoriums like this in the Academy of Sciences."
Yang Mingzhi nodded and stood outdoors to look at the entire auditorium. It was basically built of wood. The scale of the building was neither large nor small. However, the quality of the building remained to be evaluated.
Just as an event auditorium, it doesn't need to be decorated so luxuriously, right?
Yang Mingzhi took his wife's hand and walked toward the door. From the corner of his eye, he quickly saw that there was a parking lot on his right! There were at least eight black cars parked there, and one car painted blue.
Painted passenger car.
"Alas! Comrade Ivanov, you haven't told me how many people are attending this ceremony today? I saw a lot of cars. Could it be that a large number of officials from the Academy of Sciences are here?!"
At this moment, Ivanov deliberately played off his words. He looked back and smiled: "There are indeed many officials! Yes, many officials, with very high positions! They all come here to witness the birth of a new academician!"
Haha, how can I have such a big pomp? No, could it be that I underestimated myself?
Passing through the gate guarded by two guards, Yang Mingzhi stepped on the red carpet and entered the auditorium.
Four large glass chandeliers in the auditorium illuminate the entire auditorium with incomparable splendor. On both sides of the carpet are rows of benches with backrests. In the center of the distance is a large podium, and behind the podium is a decorative red curtain.
, there are four huge oil paintings by Marx and Lenin above the curtain.
Red is the main color of the auditorium. It symbolizes the Soviet Union and stimulates people's inner strength to fight.
The decoration of the auditorium is simple yet solemn. Now, there are really many people gathered here.
Wearing glasses, Yang Mingzhi recognized Lysenko’s somewhat special face at first sight. What about the others? There were a large number of people here wearing gray suits, some wearing the simple uniforms favored by Stalin, and even soldiers. They
Some wore black top hats, some wore marching caps, and some had large-brimmed hats only worn by officers.
Yang Mingzhi's appearance instantly attracted everyone's attention. The already noisy auditorium fell silent, and pairs of eyes looked at the people who entered the room.
Everyone cast surprised glances, and their eyes quickly focused on one person, Yang Mingzhi, and the two rows of medals on his chest. Those medals were shining under the light!