Others live in a courtyard and have a hard time fighting birds every day. Xu Weijiang was demobilized due to injury and returned to Novice Village with a full-level status.
Yi Zhonghai wants to kidnap him morally? A hospital-wide meeting forced him to donate fifty kilograms of grain. He stabbed the military thorn on the table: "My rules are the rules." The whole hospital shut up.
Shazhu refused to accept and wanted to take action. With one move, he knelt down. Xu Damao had a yin and yang behind his back, and he apologized one by one in front of the entire hospital that night.
On the surface, he bikes to work every day to repair the blast furnace, and squats in the backyard to bake potatoes after get off work. Everyone in the hospital thought he was just an ordinary technical cadre who was not easy to mess with.
Secretly, deep in the bullet hole in his chest, a broken fire of civilization was silently operating.
The country is short of food? One hundred thousand tons of cold-resistant potatoes filled the country's grain storages overnight.
The country is short of steel? In the same month that the Soviet experts withdrew, domestically produced aviation-grade titanium alloys secretly rolled off the production line.
When foreign countries were still engaged in technological blockade, he squatted in the backyard, gnawing baked potatoes, and calculating the formula for the next furnace of special steel.
"Next time when you submit a report, should you sign it or continue to let them guess?"
