Night has passed, and the entire season has fallen into silence. Only the heavy metal sound can be heard from the distant factory.
At this moment, two men were holding cigarettes and chatting.
"Have we taken the absolute initiative?" Popov asked with a smile.
"That's not entirely true. We are semi-active. I think the biggest factor restricting our production capacity will be funding. So I will meet with Umov in person tomorrow morning, and then I will visit our factory in person.
Affiliated factory. I hope tomorrow’s work will be smooth and full of surprises.”
Now Yang Mingzhi is full of expectations for his future work.
"Of course." Popov agreed without hesitation: "I remember that before you went to Moscow, you searched for some outstanding workers in some factories in the city."
"Yes!" Yang Mingzhi suddenly thought of something and said urgently: "Yes! I will go there tomorrow to confirm whether the people I have appointed have become my subordinates. If those factories do not let people go, I will go there in person.
Negotiate, or I will ask Umov to explain the matter personally."
"Haha, your worries are meaningless." Popov smiled, "I have already been to our subordinate factories and met those workers."
"Oh? How's the situation?"
"First of all, your worries are unnecessary. I remember there was a woman for whom you had high hopes."
"Yes! Her name is Androvna, and she assembled the initial prototype guns. This person already has sufficient work experience, and I want to appoint her as the leader."
"Good news, she is already your subordinate. And those involved in processing parts have become your subordinates."
Undoubtedly, this is great good news. Yang Mingzhi needs a group of technical backbones, and let them lead a group of apprentices as masters, so that his factory can quickly operate. Popov explained the very favorable situation, and his worries can be seen
It's really too much to come.
Yang Mingzhi finally returned home with joy. As expected, Yang Tao was lying on his side, reading the book he brought back from Moscow, which was Gorky's work.
Star Tao knew that she would become a doctor in the future, and she also hoped to read some medical books. Unfortunately, she lacked one condition. When her husband left, she asked Anne to get a medical pamphlet, but it turned out that those were extremely long in Russian.
Proper nouns make the whole book obscure and difficult to understand.
However, my Russian proficiency is still too weak. Although I have learned the pronunciation, there is no obstacle to daily communication, but I still need to learn a lot of proper nouns in depth.
The basic books my husband brought back were just the treasures he needed to kill his boredom.
She refused to go to bed early and finally stayed up until her husband returned.
Yang Tao complained with a hint of anger: "We agreed not to work, but you ended up...eh? Brother, are you in a good mood?"
"Of course!" Yang Mingzhi moved a chair, filled a wooden basin with hot water, and soaked his feet comfortably.
The comfortable feeling spreads throughout the whole body!
Yang Mingzhi looked at his wife from the side: "Lysenko just came. Oh, he is the dean of the Academy of Sciences. He has something to do with me."
"Is it about work again?"
"No! That guy actually asked me what Stalin thought of him. What else could I say? Of course Stalin attached great importance to him and had extremely high concerns and expectations for him. What do you think I should do about this kind of thing? Our funds
They were all issued with the approval of Lysenko, so I have to make this old guy comfortable first."
"Is that Lysenko very happy?" Yang Tao asked in a deliberately shy manner.
"Of course. By the way, my dear. I have to hurry up and work starting tomorrow. I'm sorry that I have to work as soon as I come back. I should have been with you."
Hearing this, the smile on Yang Tao's gentle face gradually disappeared. She forced herself to understand and said: "I know, I understand everything. I have always supported you. As long as you go home to accompany me at night, I will be very satisfied.
"
Yang Mingzhi felt really weird when he heard this, and his wife still couldn't bear to run around by herself.
"Okay! I promise to come back to accompany you tonight." Yang Mingzhi wiped his feet, walked to the bed with wooden slippers and sat down, pinching his wife's smiling face: "Today our family is finally reunited. From tomorrow on, I must
work hard."
"Well, I support you." After saying that, Yang Tao put down the book and held her husband's strong left arm with a centipede-shaped scar in both hands. Haha, that "centipede" was his masterpiece after stitching it.
The so-called sutures are still your own hair.
"It's not as simple as support." Yang Mingzhi's straight man energy suddenly came to him. In his own home, the couple were muttering in Chinese, and he didn't believe anyone would understand. This explained: "We must mass-produce assault rifles.
And rocket launchers. What do you think this is for?"
"Of course it's to attack the enemy." Yang Tao was perfunctory, and continued to hold her husband's arm with both hands.
"No! It's for our comrades." Yang Mingzhi looked seriously at the face of his wife who was lying on her side and gradually calmed down: "Balzen, Yevgeny and Lavrenti, the three of them are going to complete a difficult and great battle.
They will become a force that has been fully equipped with new weapons, so they will have to undertake particularly harsh tasks. My dear, you and I are essentially soldiers, you can guess what this means."
An expression of surprise gradually appeared on Yang Tao's face: "Could it be that they... they will sacrifice?"
"Probably not. They are all lucky guys. If they were sacrificed, they would have died long ago. Once they win, they will have accomplished enough to become heroes of the Soviet Union. You and I are their old comrades, especially me, as
Their old leader, I must ensure that their troops reach the level of our 284th Guards Division."
Yang Tao has completely understood, so she has no complaints at all. Instead, she feels that if her husband does not work hard, he will be sorry for his comradeship.
Yang Mingzhi was lying on the bed numbly, sharing a blanket with his wife.
It's been three weeks, and his wife is holding him like a giant pillow. He understands that this is a reminder that his wife needs a sense of security. It's still the same warm feeling, but Yang Mingzhi feels that his wife's belly is bigger.
He was enjoying the happiness of his group members and had to think more at this moment.
"Am I a brat or a bastard? Now I have a happy family."
The tired body finally calmed down, and Yang Mingzhi quickly fell asleep. He slept very deeply that night, or he didn't dream because of exhaustion. It was almost dawn when he closed his eyes and opened them again.
The military-style morning bugle resounded throughout the Academy of Sciences. It was the bugle of the academy's garrison.
Yang Mingzhi, who was slightly awake, rubbed his eyes lazily and gently removed his wife's arm from his chest.
He wanted to lie down for a while, but after a while he could only hear the sound of running with slogans coming from outside. After a while, the outdoors became more and more noisy.
Thinking that there were many important things to do today, Yang Mingzhi slowly got up...
"Brother, are you leaving soon?" Yang Tao looked sleepily at her husband who was getting dressed.
"Are you awake? Yes, it's almost seven o'clock. I have to take action."
"Okay, then I'll get up too."
Yang Tao is still immersed in the afterglow of happiness. The time of happiness is too short, and now her husband has to go to work. She understands her husband very well, and also knows that all she can do now is quiet cultivation. But she has been feeling uncomfortable in her heart, just because she is pregnant.
With pregnancy, the once strong warrior becomes a pampered young lady.
She was willing to do more, but her husband gave her the order to rest.
Maybe what I can do is clean the room, go to the kitchen to help the cooks cook, and put my husband's woolen coat on him.
There were two sources of noise that had just woken up Yang Mingzhi. One was the daily morning exercises of the security forces, and the other was the morning exercises of the design bureau.
Yang Mingzhi was very happy. The new female generals, as well as Kalashnikov, who had just arrived, all gathered together and ran two kilometers on the solid snow-covered road. The newcomers seemed to have adapted to this rule, and everyone
After exercising in the morning, we all go to the hot water room to wash up and have a simple breakfast.
Everyone's life has a military feel, so everyone's schedule is very regular.
In his wooden house, Yang Mingzhi had breakfast with his wife. Thinking that he was busy with work and could not always accompany him, he wanted to comfort her.
After all, the crucial work begins now.
Yang Mingzhi stuffed some documents into a leather suitcase and personally selected the trustworthy guard Grishenko.
As soon as breakfast time passed, the two of them got into the car assigned to the design bureau and went straight to the office building of Governor Umov.
The tires with snow chains squeaked against the snow. Through the car window, Yang Mingzhi deliberately watched the scene on the street and the situation in the distance.
Overall, the air in Siberia is very clear, but the scenery in the city is completely different.
Yang Mingzhi has discovered that most factories use a large amount of directly burned oil as energy, and a large amount of impurities turn into thick black smoke along the chimneys. The morning sun shines on the vast snowy fields, and the whole world becomes very dazzling. Only in urban areas, black smoke
Mixed with the white smoke of steam, it shows a heroic industrial beauty.
Talking about environmental protection in this era? No! Even in countries like the Soviet Union, they still believe that the thick smoke spewing from chimneys often determines the strength of factories and the advanced productivity of the Soviet Union.
People worship productivity very much. Realistically speaking, in today's war era, maintaining strong productivity is the only way for hundreds of millions of Soviet people to survive and win the war.
Therefore, for the newly appointed governor Umov, the area of Novosibirsk Oblast has been reduced, and the matters he has to supervise have not become substantially easier.
When Yang Mingzhi was about to leave Moscow, Stalin personally sent an order to Umov, the "frontier official".
Stalin was a pragmatic person, so after criticizing Umov's illegal production issues in the order, he gave him a fatal order to complete the production of assault rifles within a limited time.
After all, when Stalin decided to start mass production of assault rifles, he looked around and saw that the city of Novosibirsk was the one that the entire alliance had the ability to quickly put into production.
From Popov, Yang Mingzhi already knew the precise locations of Factory 834 and Factory 835 under the Design Bureau. Due to his schedule, when he rushed to the Umov office building, he did not pass by his factory.
He did see some other factories along the way, as well as a large number of three-story tube buildings built along the street, as well as a large number of citizens walking around.
The car arrived at the parking lot of the State Soviet Office Building at nine o'clock in the morning. Since he had already made an appointment, Yang Mingzhi did not encounter any obstruction. Instead, a staff member acted as a guide.
This is not the first time Yang Mingzhi has come here. For more than a month, many parts of the office building have been covered with snow. The marble buildings from the Tsarist Russia period, which already had a heavy sense of history, are now even thicker.
The interior was centrally heated, which made Yang Mingzhi, who was dressed like a black bear, feel unpleasantly hot.
He took off all his coats, including his Cossack-style velvet hat, and handed them all to his attendant Grischenko.
After all, Umov is the most senior local administrator, so today's event seemed very formal.
Yang Mingzhi put on his military uniform, put on his big-brimmed military cap again, and wore all his medals.
"This is it, Comrade General." After the leader finished speaking, he knocked lightly on the thick wooden door.
"Please come in!"
As the door opened, Yang Mingzhi stepped into Umov's office again and stepped on the familiar parquet floor again.
Today, Umov was also wearing formal clothes. He stood up quickly and walked towards Yang Mingzhi with open arms, as if he was seeing his son whom he had not seen for a long time.
Yes, judging from age alone, Umov is one generation older than Yang Mingzhi.
What's more, for Yang Mingzhi, the help he gave to this old guy was really great. It's no wonder that Umov no longer cares about red tape and transformed into a traditional Russian uncle. Although he was obviously a head shorter than Yang Mingzhi, he still gave him a warm hug.
, and couldn't help but pat him on the shoulder and back.
"Oh uncle, you are so enthusiastic."
Umov patted Yang Mingzhi's back a few more times and then let go of him.
Umov returned to his seat and chatted: "Comrade Lysenko told me something, so I am very happy to have you back. You suggested to Comrade Lysenko that you use soil and plastic film to build a greenhouse to grow vegetables.
, I think your ideas are very constructive."
"Really?" Yang Mingzhi sat on the sofa against the wall and couldn't help but cross his legs. He was also muttering in his heart that Lysenko actually told Umov about this.
"Of course, yes. But I only have the most basic understanding of agriculture. Comrade Lysenko is an expert in this field. If he says it is feasible, it is feasible. Comrade Lysenko needs to approve more work funds, and of course I support it. Okay..."
As he spoke, Umov took out a cigarette, lit a match and put it in his mouth.
He took a deep breath and enjoyed the feeling of exhaling tobacco.
"I know the reason why you visited me personally is because of the assault rifle."
"Yes, Comrade Governor."
"I'm about to tell you some good news about this matter. Hey, my superiors criticized me for producing first. But my superiors need new firearms too much. My superiors gave me a production quota. If I can't complete the quota, that's
Political mistake."
"Ah? Is it so serious?!" Yang Mingzhi deliberately expressed surprise, but was quite happy inside.