Great Power Technology.

Chapter 203 Qi Lian
On March 20, 3xx, the GE-19X imitation engine, code-named "Qilian", counted down to 9 hours for the ground test.

Yes, this engine, which took 7 months to build, finally has its own name before entering the final exam.

Like other domestic aero-engine series, it is also named after a domestic mountain range, but when choosing the name at the beginning, whether to choose "Qilian" or "Hengduan" actually caused some controversy.

Ye Zhou advocated choosing Hengduan. After all, it sounds domineering in the novel. However, his suggestion was unanimously rejected by the decision-making team of the sedan chair project team because it was considered unlucky.

Qilian Qilian literally means endless, and it also represents the sky in its original meaning. It is the most suitable name for the first domestic turbofan engine with large bypass ratio and high thrust. , it always gives people a feeling of powerlessness.

For the first time, Ye Zhou felt that these scientific researchers, who are usually extremely rigorous, occasionally have a superstitious side, but he also felt that there was some truth to this statement, so he readily accepted it.

This morning, he got up a little later than usual. After washing up, he was ready to go to work in the factory area, but just as he walked out, he found that Chen Hao was already waiting at his door.

"Are you up? Why did you get lazy and sleep an extra half an hour today, which made me wait for you here for an extra half an hour."

Ye Zhou looked at Chen Hao suspiciously, and while locking the door with his backhand, he replied:

"The preparatory work has basically been completed, and the engine has been hoisted onto the test bench. There are not so many things to do, so I just slept for a while. What's the matter, what do you want me to do?"

Chen Hao nodded to signal Ye Zhou to follow him, pointed to a Hongqi H9 parked outside the door and said:

"It's also because you haven't been so busy these two days. Don't be busy with work today. I'll take you to visit someone."

"Visit? Who? Is it important?"

Hearing Ye Zhou's question, Chen Hao paused for a moment, then replied:
"A very important person. His name is Tian Ye, and he has made a lifetime contribution in the field of aviation development. He participated in the design of our Turbofan 10 and Turbofan 15. By the way, he is Tian Zhenguo's son, Tian Zhenguo, you know?"

Ye Zhou froze for a moment, but didn't speak.

Of course he knew, he knew all too well.

The figure of trekking in the snowy field will never be erased from his heart for the rest of his life.

Seeing Ye Zhou's expression, Chen Hao thought he had never heard of this name, so he continued:

"Tian Zhenguo was an expert in the field of aviation development in our country in the last century. He was mainly engaged in materials. At that time, the technical concept was very advanced, and he always advocated the use of turbofan instead of turbojet. But at that time, turbofan technology was very important to us. It was so difficult that his advice was never taken up."

"Later, there was a large meeting where we wanted to finalize the direction of the turbofan turbojet. He was sent to study in the countryside at that time. In order to catch up with the meeting, he insisted on riding the snow to catch the train despite the cold weather, and he froze to death. On the way."

"After he died, his son took advantage of the resumption of the college entrance examination to enter the university, and then entered the field of aviation development like him. Everything after that can be found online, so I won't talk about it."

"In short, Tian Ye is responsible for many of our key aviation development projects, but due to confidentiality requirements, his reputation is not very great."

"Four or five years ago, he was diagnosed with lung cancer. He has been dragging on until now, and he is already very weak. After consulting with his superiors a few days ago, we informed him of the details of the bridal sedan chair project. He strongly requested to see him. The main person in charge of the bridal sedan chair project, so the higher-ups appointed me and you --- of course, mainly to see you."

"After seeing the old man later, try not to over-stimulate his emotions, let him maintain emotional stability, and try to last as long as possible until the Qilian engine is tested."

Ye Zhou nodded, but still didn't speak.

This was not because he had nothing to say, but on the contrary, it was because he wanted to say too much, but he was stuck in his chest and couldn't say it.

After getting in the car, Ye Zhou silently watched the passing scenery outside the window, but the scene of the snow field flashed in his mind.

There is no limit, the world is white, and there is neither human habitation nor hope.

However, the old man still embarked on the road of advancement without hesitation, just to fight for that glimmer of hope.

And his son, when he chose to inherit his father's behest, what he faced was not a snowfield?

Now, this snow field is gradually melting away, and when the high temperature of 1900 degrees Celsius gushes out from the combustion chamber of the Qilian engine, even the last trace of snow will be evaporated, and what will be revealed before the eyes will be an extremely flat, It was an extremely wide road, but this old man named Tian Ye could only take one last look at such a road.

The car was parked inside a hidden nursing home. Chen Hao took Ye Zhou out of the car and walked into a small building that was set up alone by the lake. The guards at the door saluted the two, and then led them into the bedroom.

There, Ye Zhou finally met this man who had devoted himself to Huaxia Aviation Development.

He was already old, the white hair on his head was sparsely covering his scalp, the wrinkles on his face were like ravines, his lips were dry, and his cheeks were sunken, but his eyes still exuded a scorching look like the scorching sun.

Seeing the two people entering the room, a middle-aged man who was guarding his bed quickly got up and introduced:

"Dad, this is the person you said you wanted to meet before. This is Chen Hao, Secretary Chen. This is Ye Zhou, right? Mr. Ye, he is also the chief director of the bridal sedan chair project and the executive secretary of the leadership team."

Hearing his son's introduction, Tian Ye sat up with support, took a few breaths, and then said:
"I heard that the commander-in-chief of this project is very young. I didn't expect to see him today. It was beyond my expectation. Xiaoye, are you 30 this year?"

Tian Ye's tone of voice was fairly steady, but his breathing was obviously a little disturbed. Seeing this, Ye Zhou hurriedly stepped forward to sit in front of the hospital bed, held his outstretched hand and replied:
"Grandpa, I'm 23 this year - I'll be 3 in March."

"24, 24, I was already 34 when I was admitted to university, the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, good! good! good!"

Tian Ye said three good words in a row, and he held Ye Zhou's hand harder, but his body was so weak that Ye Zhou couldn't even feel any pain.

This feeling made him even more sad.

He patted the back of Tian Ye's withered hand and said softly:
"Don't worry, old man. Let's talk slowly. We have plenty of time. I'm here to chat with you today."

"That's impossible! Your project team has so many things to do, how can you waste time with an old man like me! I asked you to come here today, purely, purely because I wanted to meet you, and it was just a wish."

"Now that people have seen it, you should go back early."

Ye Zhou smiled and replied:
"Grandpa, it's okay. You don't know yet, our limousine sedan project is almost finished, the engine prototype has been fully assembled, and in two days, we will be on the test bench for a test run."

"So fast??"

The old man's eyes widened once again. He looked at Ye Zhou in disbelief. After coughing a few times, he continued to ask:

"How can it be so fast? I heard from comrades that your project has only been in progress for more than half a year. How did you come out with a prototype?"

Ye Zhou nodded and replied:

"I have been working on it for 7 months, and many things are ready-made, so the progress is fast."

Hearing this, the old man sighed slightly, and then said:

"It's ready-made. Is there any technological breakthrough?"

"Yes, mainly because the thrust has been greatly improved, and on the other hand, there are also innovations in heat-resistant materials and heat-insulating materials."

"Tell me in detail!"

At this time, the old man completely forgot that he was still talking about telling Ye Zhou to go back early a minute ago. After moving his body to find a relatively comfortable sitting position, he looked at Ye Zhou expectantly.

Ye Zhou pondered for a moment. Starting from the ceramic-based fluorescing iron reinforcement material, he explained the star rock TBC step by step, the matrix, and the blade punching model. The old man nodded repeatedly, and waited for Ye Zhou to stop. Opened his mouth and said:
"There are a lot of new technologies. It seems that I am really old. I have thought about these technologies before, but I just can't figure them out. It depends on you young people."

"With so many new technologies, the thrust has to be improved a lot, right? I heard that you are engaged in commercial development with a large bypass ratio, and the thrust should reach more than 30 tons?"

Ye Zhou smiled slightly and replied:
"Grandpa, be conservative. Our target thrust for this project is 70 tons, and the challenge thrust is 100 tons."

"70 tons?!?"

The old man coughed involuntarily, and Chen Hao at the side quickly handed him water. After he took a sip to moisten his throat, he continued to ask:

"Xiaoye, don't lie to me, just say as much as you want! How can it reach 70 tons??"

Ye Zhou did not directly respond to his doubts, but said:

"Grandpa, let me leave you with a suspense first whether it can reach 70 tons. We will have a test car on the ground in 3 days, and we will be able to see the basic data by then."

"In addition, after the ground test run, we will do a high-altitude test run. The data at that time is the most accurate data. Then you can see if there are 70 tons."

The old man stared closely at Ye Zhou's eyes, and seemed to find that there was no hint of a joke in his eyes. Finally, he sighed and said with some emotion:

"70 tons. I have been working in aviation development all my life, and I never thought of this number. I thought I would be able to go there with peace of mind after seeing you today. According to what you said, I'm afraid I will have to live for several more months."

"It's not a matter of several months, old man, we have to get on the plane after the high-altitude test, we have to batch it after the flight, and we have to equip it after the batch. Don't you have to wait seven or eight years? "

Tian Ye shook his head, with a somewhat gratified smile on his face, and then said half seriously and half jokingly:
"If you really live for seven or eight years, can't I even read more than half of the Nantianmen project you mentioned? If I'm not wrong, this project has something to do with you, right?"

Ye Zhou smiled and didn't answer, but the old man had seen through everything from his expression.

After talking too much in a short period of time, the old man was a little out of breath. After resting for a few minutes, he continued to ask:
"Have you decided on a name for the engine you made? Should it be the name of the mountain? What is it called? Qilian? Hengduan? Nanling?"

"It's called Qi Lian."

Ye Zhou replied.

"Hello Qilian, hello Qilian, your name is imposing. Come on, Xiaoye, help me up, I'm in good spirits today, I'll leave a note for you."

While talking, the old man lifted the quilt and made a gesture to get out of bed. Ye Zhou quickly supported him, and Chen Hao hurriedly called the nurse to prepare the wheelchair.

Ye Zhou originally wanted to carry the old man into the wheelchair, but the latter glared at him, and Ye Zhou was so frightened that he quickly stopped.

In the end, the old man propped himself up on the edge of the bed, and staggered into the wheelchair.

He gasped deeply, his body trembling slightly, but his withered hands still firmly rolled the wheelchair and drove towards the study.

Ye Zhou slowly followed behind him and pushed the wheelchair. The old man looked straight ahead and said intermittently:

"Xiaoye, this project of yours is good, very good. You must stick to it. Don't be proud, and don't be discouraged."

"You are going well now. But, but you will definitely encounter problems in the future. Don't give up"

"Our generation is already old, and we will have to rely on you young people to go the rest of the way."

"We have struggled for decades and wanted to open a road. When we were about to die, we realized that the road was not opened, only a few stones were removed."

"However, after moving a few stones, you can go to pave the road again, it will... It will be much easier."

"Xiaoye, I can see that it's not easy for you. Your hair is already white when you are young, and your eye sockets are darker than mine. Have you worked hard lately?"

"Persevere. Don't blame me. I'm afraid there are only so many things I can do for you."

Ye Zhou's eyes became hot, and after a few seconds of silence, he replied in a slightly hoarse voice:
"Grandpa, you have done enough."

The old man didn't speak again.

After arriving in the study, he stood up tremblingly in front of the desk, picked up the brush that he had prepared earlier, stretched out his hand with difficulty to fill it with ink, and then lightly wrote on the paper.

His arm muscles had shrunk, and his strength was so weak that it was difficult to even hang a pen, but he was still writing slowly and firmly on the paper, which was probably the last work in his life.

The crooked handwriting extended on the paper, and the strokes were neither coherent nor smooth, let alone any strokes.

However, in such a calligraphy that is inferior to even elementary school students, Ye Zhou clearly saw the sharpness of the golden iron horse and the strength piercing the back of the paper.

What Tian Ye wrote was a poem.

A poem about Qilian.

The flags and drums in front of the curtain are divided in front of the hall, and plum blossoms are heard everywhere in the flute.

The Qin Dynasty protected the Qiang school captains, and the Han family sent out the five generals.

The beacon at Qilian Mountain is like the moon, and the Wuding River is full of clouds.

In order to ask the heroes of Shuofang, how many of them made meritorious service when they were young?
(End of this chapter)