Siheyuan: My Northeastern Farmhouse

Chapter 291 Who is the busy man?

Gu Weijun kept writing furiously until 11 o'clock in the middle of the night, then he put down his pen, rubbed his wrist, and said to the fat old man Qian Weichang: "Teacher, can you come here first tonight?"

"It's very late. You should go to bed early. Do you have work to do in Shougang tomorrow?"

"Well," the fat old man said without raising his head, "You go and rest first while I finish writing the theoretical principles of the material at hand."

"By the way," the fat old man pointed to a pile of data to be calculated on the edge of the table, "Take this pile of calculation secretary back and give me the results next week!"

Gu Weijun looked at the calculation paper, which was a foot thick, and swallowed, with a very embarrassed expression, "Teacher, your current calculation workload is really too much!"

Gu Weijun counted on his fingers, "I completed part of the renovation of the light truck production line at the Beijing Second Automobile Works Group before going abroad. There will be continuous improvements in the future. For this purpose, I also specially obtained several machine tool drawings from abroad."

"I also issued a military order to President Jiang Nanxiang for the design and manufacturing of CNC machine tools at the Beijing No. 3 Machine Tool Factory. It will be completed in months. Director Li Jixiang of Tsinghua Machinery, Director Zhong Shimo of Electronic Computer, and Teacher Wang Erqian, plus a machine "General Manager Ye of the factory"

"That's why I pushed Mr. Li Youshan from the Department of Metallurgy to design an invitation for a 5-ton hydraulic press, and his wife, Professor Xu Huimin, invited him to design further drugs."

"Also, my female friends help our country export raw silk to France and the United States. Do I have to care about it? This matter is related to our country's foreign exchange!"

"Finally, you, Teacher Wu, and I can't fall behind in school, can we?"

After counting like this, Gu Weijun himself was shocked, let alone Qian Weichang.

But the fat old man pushed up his glasses with one finger, chuckled twice, "Haha", and said sarcastically: "Classmate Gu Weijun, you are really a busy man now!"

"Hey, you sound like you really have everything going for you, don't you?"

"Even Qian Xuesen of the Academy of Sciences is not as busy as you."

Gu Weijun pretended not to hear the sarcasm in his words and responded with a smile, "Teacher, you definitely can't say that!"

"There is still some gap between me and Teacher Qian Xuesen."

"Bah!" The fat old man laughed at Gu Weijun's shamelessness, and pressed down with a straight face, "Do you think I am a layman who has no research work?"

"Good guy, it sounds like there are quite a few projects, and you're all too busy?"

"Whether it is machine tool modification or production line modification, isn't it the same thing? It is nothing more than the modification of existing machine tools and the design and development of new machine tools, and then arranging them to the appropriate production line." The fat old man pushed up his glasses again, his eyes showing disdain, " Are you doing the same thing as a huge project?"

"Who in our Academy of Sciences doesn't have at least 5 or 6 projects?"

"Why do I come to Shougang every weekend? Do I just play house with you? Turn on the stove for you?"

The fat old man patted the smelting information he wrote, "With so many new materials, and you have machine tool drawings, the mechanical part of the machine tool is not simple? Three months, I think one month is enough!"

"Is it still exporting raw silk? Is it necessary for you to keep an eye on it? The Central Trade Department is more concerned about it than you are!"

"As for the final studies, that's a problem. So I will say hello to Xu Chunru from the Department of Engineering and Engineering and ask him to give you a book list. If you have any questions, please contact him directly. Wu Zhonghua and I will also give it to you. book list"

Finally, the fat old man pointed to the pile of manuscript papers to be calculated with a serious look, "These calculation data are more important!" "It is as important as you think, and you are not the only one doing the calculations. , everyone is doing calculations! Constantly checking the final results!"

"By the way, I will introduce someone to you tomorrow so that you can see what a really busy person is."

Then he waved his hand impatiently to Gu Weijun to leave quickly.

Gu Weijun could only go to the guest house with such a foot-thick calculation paper. He had to take advantage of the time difference in space, otherwise he wouldn't have to do anything else next week.

In the space, the breeze blew, bringing with it the fragrance of rice and fruit. Da Laohuang lazily looked up at his master, then lay down and stared again.

Gu Weijun casually put the calculation paper on the gold aside and squatted down to caress Da Lao Huang. Da Lao Huang was showing signs of exhaustion. He was probably running out of time.

Why! Gu Weijun sighed secretly in his heart. He was not an immortal after all. Although he had some guesses about his golden finger, why was there no immortal cultivation technique passed down to him?

I have read a lot of Tao Te Ching, Jing Jing Jing, and Jin Hua Purpose, but I don’t have any reaction at all?

Suddenly, Gu Weijun was amused by his own thoughts and remembered a poem: Running around all day just for hunger, just as soon as he was full, he thought about his clothes and performed the emperor's magic to seek immortality, and even more wanted to ascend to the sky and fly across the crane.

Gu Weijun straightened up and looked around. Apart from his original small courtyard and a few acres of fields nearby, Gu Weijun didn't know what had changed elsewhere.

There was no way, since Gu Weijun had roughly calculated the space range of dozens of square miles a year ago, he was no longer interested in measuring it, and he didn't need so much space! I don’t even have the leisure to sow alfalfa seeds anymore.

Anyway, there are already cattle and sheep everywhere, and herds of deer and musk deer. They can kill whatever they want to eat. Even the farmland has not been cultivated for a long time, and there are only a few people who can't eat much.

Now the master bedroom in the east room is full of cash, such as U.S. dollars, francs, pounds, etc. If this damn thing can't be spent, isn't it just paper? Do I have to find an opportunity to spend it? Well, we can only wait and see when we can go abroad again!

There are thousands of gold bricks stacked on the cement platform in front of the east room. Tomorrow night, I will go to Xishan to find a place to bury them and then make a phone call.

Hey, I don’t know if it’s useful? In short, I have a clear conscience and I have tried my best!

While Gu Weijun was sitting in front of the computer, doing calculations page after page, a thought suddenly occurred to him: Am I working overtime?

Damn it! I worked overtime before I traveled through time, and I worked overtime after I traveled through time. Didn’t I travel through time in vain?

Fuck, forget it, go to bed first.

After returning to the guest house, Gu Weijun lay down directly on the mat, and ended up tossing and turning for a while unable to fall asleep.

Gu Weijun thought for a while, then got up and went out. He looked in the direction of Qian Weichang's office and found that the light was still on, indicating that Qian Weichang had not rested yet.

Dry! Why are there always such willing and dedicated people around me?

Gu Weijun returned to the guest house room, entered the space again, and honestly used the computer to calculate the data on the calculation paper, and unknowingly calculated all the calculation results in one breath.

Gu Weijun sensed the time on his watch from space. It was still early, enough for him to have a good sleep.

Damn it, I made a mistake. There was no place to sleep in the master bedroom of the east house, so I had to reluctantly sleep on the banknotes. But there is a layer of quilt, why is it so damn hard?

When Gu Weijun woke up from the most expensive bed he had ever slept in in his life, he came out of the space after washing and looked at the time. It was only 5 a.m.!

Gu Weijun thought for a while and then went out to see Qian Weichang's office. The lights were still on.

Gu Weijun tiptoed upstairs and used his mind to sense it, and found that the fat old man had fallen asleep at his desk. It seemed that he didn't even know what time he worked last night? After gently opening the door, he helped the fat old man onto the camp bed in the office and covered him with a thin quilt. Apart from snoring, there was no other reaction from the fat old man.

After leaving the office, Gu Weijun exercised and had breakfast, and then went straight to the office of the test workshop to draw. He wanted to prepare the drawings as soon as possible when the temporary machine tool research team was established.

The year of the drawing was unknown. When Gu Weijun felt that someone was blocking the light source and looked up in confusion, he found that the fat old man was leading a thin middle-aged man in a Chinese tunic suit, with slightly white temples and black-rimmed glasses, standing in front of the table.

Gu Weijun stood up quickly, "Teacher!"

Although the fat old man's eyes were bloodshot, he was still in good spirits. He introduced the person to Gu Weijun: "This is Yao Tongbin, the director of the Aerospace Materials and Technology Research Institute, and he is also my fellow countryman."

"Humph, Director Yao and 12 college students started with a microscope and have carried out more than 60 research projects in the past 500 years!"

"Stainless steel, titanium alloy, aluminum alloy! And various welding techniques!"

"you busy?"

"what are you busy at?"

　Yao Tongbin can be called a role model for students from poor families, but it is a pity.

　　

　

(End of this chapter)