It was just a beet, but there was a big door inside. Yang Mingzhi didn't know anything about it.
But he at least understands that beets are rich in some special nutrients, which are really important for a pregnant wife.
This dinner was very good. If it can be like this in the future, it will be really happy.
Yang Mingzhi returned to his home and his wife with some pieces of bread and a large bowl of soup.
As for the star fruit, she knew that when her husband came back, she would definitely have a home-cooked meal with her, just like in the past, so if he didn't come back, she wouldn't be able to use chopsticks.
When Yang Mingzhi returned, he immediately saw a surprising thing on the dining table at home: white flour steamed buns.
"Ah! There are even steamed buns. It's really... If I had known, I wouldn't have taken this black bread."
"Hehe, it was steamed by Annie." Carambola said with a sweet smile, "The steamer you asked the factory to make is used almost every day! I have been eating white flour steamed buns basically every day these days. In fact... I still like us.
The steamed buns and the black bread from Lao Maozi are very sour."
Yang Mingzhi shrugged and walked towards his wife, "It's been more than two years and you're still not used to it?" After that, he picked up a white-flour bun and stuffed it into his mouth.
"Wow, it still tastes like this. Annie's craftsmanship is good."
"Hehe, I taught her." Yang Tao looked at her husband with a look of praise, "If I hadn't had another baby in my belly, I would have cooked by myself. I can't do anything to raise my baby every day.
do it."
"You should continue to rest." Yang Mingzhi moved a chair and sat at the small wooden table at home. "They eat with knives and forks, but we still use chopsticks. We eat beet and beef soup with steamed buns. How happy is this life?"
Honey, eat more beets."
"Huh? Why, this thing is so sweet, I..." Star Fruit frowned slightly as she spoke.
Yang Mingzhi was inevitably a little impatient: "Oh? Why don't you think it's sweet when you drink honey? Are you picky now that you're eating well?"
"I'm not picky. This soup is different from the black water. Besides, isn't it weird that beef and beets are stewed together?"
"It's strange or not, you'd better eat more. It's getting colder and colder. If you don't eat it now, you won't have to eat it in the future. Besides, beets are a good thing. Eating them is good for your children."
"Just one sweet vegetable root can do so much good."
"There are so many benefits here. There are calcium, iron, zinc, selenium, multivitamins, and, um, copper. What do you think this means?"
"What? It's mnkpoэлemeht (trace elements)."
She said a Russian word, and Yang Mingzhi was able to understand the meaning of the word. After studying with doctors at a hospital in the swamp, Carambola learned that there were some trace elements necessary for the human body, but she didn't know how many of them specifically.
"You, you should study more. You will be a doctor in the future. When our children don't have to worry too much about their growth in the future, you will have to work in the hospital. Regarding this trace element." Yang Mingzhi moved a stool and sat close.
Wife, "You know, we Chinese love tea the most. Lao Maozi didn't like to drink it before. They always got sick. This has not happened since they started drinking tea. That's why."
"why."
Yang Mingzhi coaxed and said: "It's just trace elements. If you eat more of these things, you won't even feel pain when you give birth."
"Ah? So good? Then I want to eat more."
This is the first time in Yang Tao's life that she is an expectant mother. She is a girl after all, and she seems to naturally understand that at that moment of childbirth, the mother will experience heartbreaking pain. What kind of pain is that? I'm afraid it is equivalent to a bullet hitting the body.
?
She has been injured on the battlefield and has seen many wounded soldiers with bloody flesh. If she doesn't feel pain after eating this, why not do it.
Yang Mingzhi continued to coax: "Not only that, the more you eat, the more beautiful you become. My dear, you are very beautiful to begin with, and if you dress up again, you will look like a fairy."
"Can I still become beautiful? Then I have to eat more. I just want to become a fairy." Carambola sticks out her tongue and feels happy. Even if the soup tastes weird, will her husband be particularly happy if she becomes beautiful?
!
He must be very happy, otherwise he wouldn't have gone all the way to get cosmetics in Moscow.
In the short time just now, Carambola opened the special gift box, and Anne, who knew the goods well, was so shocked that her jaw dropped.
Annie is the most knowledgeable about goods. She spent a lot of money on the cosmetics she bought in peacetime. Now that every store is out of stock, she must save money.
How does Carambola know this, but it is her instinct to dress herself up beautifully with cosmetics.
She barely chewed it, and after biting off a very solid steamed bun, she swallowed the sweet beetroot stewed beef soup into her stomach, and then talked about the cosmetics.
"Brother, since you want me to be more beautiful, why don't I use the cosmetics you gave me now? I have to paint my lips red first."
"No need." Yang Mingzhi was afraid that his wife would use the precious lipstick and blush out of strong curiosity.
Buying these things for my wife is certainly a reflection of my affection for her, but it certainly has another purpose besides.
Yang Mingzhi continued: "Forget it today, it's already late. I'll go to the design bureau's office at most and I'll be back soon. These cosmetics are very precious, and I obtained them through special channels. You must save money
Come on, if we attend important events in the future, you will have to put on makeup. My dear, you have the responsibility to make me look good in that kind of occasion."
"Ah! I understand." Then, Carambola's smiling face was like a blooming flower.
So, is there anything else to do tonight? Yang Mingzhi has given his new and old subordinates the spiritual guidelines for future work.
Since Popov was responsible for day-to-day work tasks, even during the swamp period, which lasted for up to a year, Popov was also the full head of the design bureau.
Yang Mingzhi's evaluation of himself is that first of all, he has to go to some key occasions as a full-time director, to meet with senior personnel of the agency where he is stationed, to meet with brother factories, design bureaus, and some more demanding work.
Without these activities, my current job is actually that of "the most outstanding designer", and I personally lead my subordinates to fight for scientific research in a "model worker" manner.
Yang Mingzhi has always believed that he can never become a professional bureaucrat. He can be an engineer with very close contacts, and that's it at best. Now that he doesn't rely on Popov, it is not a big problem to manage fifty subordinates.
However, I still have two factories!
The news that Yang Mingzhi learned was that the two factories had been completed and they would only be suitable for production in the next few days.
Regarding future work, Yang Mingzhi has already made some plans for himself. With the factory workers in place, the machines basically in place, and the materials basically in place, it seems that all he needs to do is give the order to start production.
Of course, things are by no means that simple. It doesn't mean that if an order is given, the factory over there can produce many assault rifles every day.
On October 17, Yang Mingzhi intended to visit his factory. He actually knew the specific coordinates of the two factories. Therefore, firstly, he wanted to understand the layout of the factory, and secondly, he inspected all the workers. If
!If the technical level of those workers is very young, and under such circumstances, it will take at least a month or two to produce a hundred assault rifles a day.
As expected, their skills are unfamiliar, so asking them to produce individual rocket launchers according to the drawings? That would be a fantasy.
Therefore, it is very urgent to go to the factory to observe and inspect. Recharge your batteries tonight and take action immediately tomorrow.
That's what Yang Mingzhi thought. He returned to the big office after dinner and was delighted to see all the designers working overtime.
So what about they are willing to work overtime?
In fact, for them, working overtime is actually a joy. It's too cold outside, and staying in your dormitory is quite boring. It's better to gather with a group of colleagues in a warm office to discuss the details of the design drawings.
Yang Mingzhi was very satisfied with the current situation. He found Popov and said with satisfaction: "What kind of jobs have you arranged for them now?"
"They are all improvements to old drawings. Many young people have ideas, such as our assault rifles. It might be better to modify some places."
"Of course!" Yang Mingzhi supported: "You don't need to be cautious. My design just needs improvement. I saw that the Kalashnikov I brought back has also started working? What arrangements did you give him?"
"Just reading our old drawings. I'm afraid this is the job he is most suitable for at the moment."
"A very good arrangement. He is a talented and gifted person, and he needs more knowledge."
"So he will always be working here?"
"No!" Yang Mingzhi objected, "In half a year, next summer, he will go to a professional military academy for further studies."
"Ah?! Since he..." Popov deliberately leaned into Yang Mingzhi's ear and whispered softly, "Since he is only working with us temporarily, is it appropriate for us to let him learn all our wealth?"
The disciples of the church starved their masters to death. Yang Mingzhi understood that this was what Popov was worried about.
"It's okay. Let him learn, and he will make great achievements in the research and development of firearms. I'm afraid that's all. We are different. I am confident that we can make a breakthrough in the remote-controlled rocket launcher project. Dear Comrade Popov,
We'll be successful in more areas, we'll get more funding, and, well, we'll have more weapons nicknames."
The core of the Pripyat Arms Design Bureau is the nearly fifty designers. In addition, there are some auxiliary personnel, such as full-time cooks and accountants responsible for accounting statistics, a man named Rukovsky.
middle-aged people.
The Zhukovsky family lives in the main city. Due to snow problems, they are currently living in the dormitory area of the Design Bureau. Yang Mingzhi took the opportunity to briefly negotiate with this middle-aged man and learned that this man was an employee of a savings bank.
, was seconded to the design bureau as a financial officer.
Yang Mingzhi felt reassured on the spot. After all, the Academy of Sciences is responsible for the design bureau's R&D funds, living expenses, and the salaries of all employees. As for the specific implementation of the funds, it is issued by the savings bank on its behalf.
After lingering here for a while and smoking a few cigarettes, Yang Mingzhi felt that he should go back and rest.
Unexpectedly, a distinguished guest is on his way.
Who is that person? It is Dean Lysenko.
The roar of cars came from outside, and Yang Mingzhi was startled. He couldn't help but wonder who would come to his territory so late.
After a while, a thin old guy wearing a thick bearskin hat and a black woolen coat entered Yang Mingzhi's territory under the leadership of two followers.
It's Lysenko! Seeing this man, Yang Mingzhi suddenly felt bored.
Although Yang Mingzhi has never had any grievances with this guy personally, and he still needs the dean's support in his past and future work. It's just that the reputation of this family is too bad, and he also knows it. I'm afraid that ten years from now
The All-Soviet Science Congress collectively criticized Lysenko as a "scientific wizard." For the sake of your own future, you should have as little contact with this person as possible at any time.
That's what he thought, but now people just showed up uninvited. Yang Mingzhi could only put on a professional smile like a waiter, as if he was looking forward to Lysenko's visit.
"Ah! Dear Comrade Lysenko, you came to visit me as soon as possible on such a cold day. I really feel extremely warm."
Lysenko first glanced at the big office and saw that Berekov's subordinates were still busy drawing pictures and turned a deaf ear to his appearance.
"Haha, Comrade Berekov, I am very pleased to see you still working hard so late. If all design bureaus are as diligent as you are, our war may be won in a year."
A business exchange? Yang Mingzhi still smiled and even nodded and bowed to Lysenko, who was shorter than him.
There is no way, this old guy with feelings controls the funds of his own design bureau. If he is unhappy, then the funds will be exhausted, and he and his subordinates will feel uncomfortable.
"Dear Comrade Lysenko, you must not only be here to visit me so late. You must have some tasks to explain?" Yang Mingzhi asked tentatively.
"No, I just came to see you. I also want to ask you if you are satisfied with the current situation. You see, the additional buildings you requested have been completed during your trip. Are you...are you satisfied?
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"I..." Yang Mingzhi felt that Lysenko today was really full of goodwill, and his humble words seemed to be asking for himself. "Of course I am very satisfied."
"That's good! In fact, I have been busy with hard breeding work during this time. This year Siberia has a bumper wheat harvest, and a bumper harvest of sugar beets. My breeding work has made an important contribution to this result, so in order to ensure that next year
The harvest will be good. Taking advantage of the current winter, breeding work must be accelerated."
"Ah! Is it your famous vernalization breeding method? This is a wonderful invention."
Yang Mingzhi used "invention" once, which made Lysenko a little uncomfortable. He further said: "Can you take a step to talk? There are some extra things that I want to talk to you about."
"Oh? Is there anything else we can't talk about here?"
"It's just some personal matters that have nothing to do with your work or mine. Of course, if it's something related to agriculture, I can also talk about it if you're willing."
Things were made mysterious. Yang Mingzhi thought about it. This Lysenko was shorter than himself and quite skinny. What could he do to him? As he guessed, this person wanted something from me?