Rebirth 62: from Steel Factory to King of Military Industry

"The bones of my parents from the steel-making accident were still smoking, so my stepmother moved into Tongzilou with an enamel jar." I touched the moldy food stamps in the black iron ring and sneered. When the steel slag splashed on the high-heeled leather shoes of Scumbag's mistress, the whole factory knew that the second generation of the useless factory had already changed the core. On the night when the special train to the countryside ran over the railway track, I planted potatoes with ballistic calculation capabilities in space. I turned around and saw Su Xiaoman, who was nibbling on cornmeal, drawing an intercontinental missile blueprint on straw paper - this stupid girl with raised hair actually read the militia manual as a recipe? Amid the clarion call for all the people to prepare for war, our "technical combination" built the first tractor gun in the threshing floor. When the military points skyrocketed and unlocked the nuclear raw material storage area, I was writing a materials science paper on the anti-tank armor-piercing projectile for the 1977 college entrance examination.