This is an era of burning passion that can redefine the future direction of China's industrialization process.

This is also an era when Chinese people need spirituality more than enjoying material simplicity.

Yang Weiping knew that he could use his more advanced and scientific knowledge of mathematics, physics and chemistry that was far ahead of this era for decades to change the knowledge structure of future Chinese students, so that everyone could understand that in the era of industrialization, more senior technicians and technical talents are needed, rather than college students who only take a blank diploma and walk out of school.

The engine industry is a huge industrial chain that can basically cover the entire industrial field, and it is also the core component of China's national industrialization. He has the responsibility and obligation to provide the most suitable set of general teaching materials from beginner to proficient for future Chinese industrial workers!

Knowledge changes the world, knowledge changes fate, and now, these precious knowledge are in the hands of Yang Weiping.

"Go away, go away, hurry away, if you are accidentally damaged by your little bunnies, you can't afford to lose your money!"

A hoarse man's voice like a duck interrupted Yang Weiping's thoughts.

Yang Weiping stopped and followed the prestige. About a dozen meters away from him, there was a large wheeled tractor parked in relatively new condition.

A tall, lanky young man in dark blue long-sleeved overalls, waving his hands like ducks, dispersed five or six children of about seven or eight years old in shorts and shorts.

Seeing the agricultural motor vehicle with obvious characteristics of the times, Yang Weiping subconsciously walked over.

"Yo! it's Yang Dacai!" the tall and thin young man greeted Yang Weiping with a smile on his face, "Didn't you say that you had a high fever last night and asked for sick leave today?"

Yang Weiping glanced at the other party indifferently, and immediately recognized this guy as Luo Weidong, the eldest son of Luo Fusheng, the village secretary of Shangling Village.

Because He Guodong and Zhou Yuanchao still wore the hats of the children of the families of the Black Five capitalist roaders, they were often troubled by the rebels led by Luo Weidong in the past few years, and for this reason, the two sides fought several times, and Zhou Yuanchao was taken to the Revolutionary Committee of the Red Flag Commune to arrest and criticize the fight several times, and suffered a lot.

A self-deprecating smile appeared on the corner of Yang Weiping's mouth, and he said indifferently: "Luo Weidong, it seems that I can't take care of you yet, right?"

"Hehe, I can't control you, but I can go to the team to report you for cheating, deliberately pretending to be sick, and avoiding collective labor, which is a typical petty-bourgeois style!" Luo Weidong smiled triumphantly.

"Whatever you want. Yang Weiping smiled indifferently, too lazy to take care of this kind of small role that can't be on the table, and turned around the large wheeled tractor in front of him, which is full of new paint, looking at the four tires in front of the small and the big in the back, the long exhaust pipe, the simple structure of the front and cab, and couldn't help but pout and shake his head, it was too primitive and too backward.

Seeing the disdainful look on Yang Weiping's face, Luo Weidong's face suddenly sank, and he pointed at Yang Weiping with an angry smile and asked: "Yang Weiping, what do you mean by shaking your head? Could it be that this most advanced tractor in China can't enter your eyes?"

"You said it, I didn't say it. Yang Weiping smiled noncommittally, turned around and left, threw the back of the head to Luo Weidong, who was angry and had nowhere to go, and raised his hand and shook it.

"Fuck!" Luo Weidong angrily kicked at the tractor's nearly one-person-tall rear tire, and then "ouch" hugged his right foot with both hands, and his left foot spun straight in place. …,

"Tick!"

"Well deserved!

"Bad luck!"

The children who were driven away by Luo Weidong before couldn't stop blowing and jumping, and when they saw Luo Weidong deflated, they were all happy and happy, jumping and jumping.

Coming out of the village entrance, strolling on the country road, looking at the reckless green mountains, white clouds, and clear blue sky in front of him, Yang Weiping felt that his complicated mood became quite clear at this moment.

Even the scorching sun of midsummer in August did not feel hot, but warm.

On the hillside, among the ravines, the lush vegetation and the green crops between the fields are dotted with patches of bright red sorghum and golden cornfields.

A figure, facing the loess, with his back to the sky, was busy tirelessly in the sorghum field and corn field, occasionally someone straightened up, took off the white towel around his neck with one hand to wipe the sweat on his head, and the other hand turned over to make a fist and gently pounded on the waist and eyes.

According to his memory, Yang Weiping climbed over two mountain beams along the winding mountain road and came to the edge of a large corn field that was being harvested.

Before he could get closer, he heard a rough voice shouting:

"Zhou Yuanchao, don't be lazy! It's not me talking about you, you help Yang Weiping ask for leave, and ask for leave for He Guodong, the work of the two of them, then you have to do it for them alone! If you can't finish it, don't think about going back to eat at noon today!"

"Don't worry, Captain Su, I will definitely finish their work today!"

In the busy crowd in the cornfield, a tall and sturdy young man wearing a red vest with the pattern of eight and one on his upper body stood by a large piece of cut corn stalks, put the large white porcelain bowl in his hand with two small pieces missing on the dark brown sand can, and gasped in response.

After finishing speaking, Zhou Yuanchao raised his hand to tear off the sweat towel on the back of his neck, wiped his face vigorously, put the yellowed sweat towel on the back of his neck, bent down and picked up a large bundle of corn stalks from the ground and sandwiched his armpits, and walked towards the straw pile not far away with difficulty with a slightly heavy and tired step.

After walking about a dozen steps, Zhou Yuanchao suddenly stumbled forward and almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, his reaction was relatively fast, and although his body was already very tired, he still stabilized his body after stumbling a few steps.

Witnessing this situation, Yang Weiping's eyes suddenly turned red and tears welled up in his eyes.

"Brother Yuanchao!" Yang Weiping shouted and rushed over quickly, and couldn't help but snatch a bundle of straw from Zhou Yuanchao's hand, but he was brought down by this bundle of straw weighing at least fifty catties.

Yang Weiping hurriedly strengthened his hands and carried the bundle of straw to his shoulders.

"Wei Ping, aren't you having a high fever? Why don't you lie down on the bed and rest well, why are you running to the field if you don't get better!" Zhou Yuanchao glared at Yang Weiping in surprise, with obvious blame and concern in his tone.

"Brother Yuanchao, I'm sick and there's nothing to do, so come and have a look, so you don't have to worry. Yang Weiping replied with a smile.

Looking at the extremely familiar resolute face with a striking and clear stubble on his cheeks, Yang Weiping couldn't help but feel a little excited.

The eldest brother in front of him who is not his own brother, but is better than his own brother, can be said to be the most important brother and relative in Yang Weiping's life!

It was not easy for Brother Chao to aid him in this life, especially when he participated in the self-defense counterattack against Vietnam, and he had a total of six war wounds of different sizes, and he almost didn't leave the battlefield alive.

Zhou Yuanchao seems to have a rough appearance, and his temper is sometimes a little irritable, but in fact, he is as careful as a hair, his mind is flexible, his thinking is meticulous, and the most important thing is that he has a very good memory.

In the previous life, Zhou Yuanchao completely relied on his personal ability, and after enlisting in the army, he went from an ordinary soldier to a squad leader. After the outbreak of the self-defense, and counter-attack war against Vietnam, Zhou Yuanchao's reconnaissance company carried out the task of interspersing behind enemy lines, and only 35 officers and men of the company returned alive. Because he was awarded individual first-class merit and collective second-class merit in this campaign, he was exceptionally promoted to platoon commander. …,

After graduation, he was awarded the rank of captain company commander, major battalion commander, colonel regiment commander, colonel division commander, major general commander, group army commander, Yang Weiping before his rebirth, Zhou Yuanchao was already a core member of the Huaxia military and the commander of the Southern Military Region!

If Brother Yuan had not suffered a big loss of insufficient education when he was at the grassroots level, his military career would have gone more smoothly. Yang Weiping secretly swore that in this life, he must let the army of Brother Chao go smoothly!

"Is it really good?" Zhou Yuanchao stared at Yang Weiping for a long time in disbelief, making sure that not only did he not see the slightest trace of illness on his face, but also looked extremely energetic, Zhou Yuanchao laughed happily, "Your kid is really in good health, and he actually let you come through! It's really good! It seems that it is still good to get up early with you and me to run and exercise in the past, and I will insist on it in the future." ”

"Uh-huh!" Yang Weiping nodded again and again, and while walking forward with Zhou Yuanchao, he turned his head around and replied: "In the future, I promise to run ten kilometers with you every morning." Brother Yuanchao, why didn't you see Brother Guodong!"

"Guodong went to Luojiayu's educated youth point to help you find antipyretics. Zhou Yuanchao replied with a smile: "Last night, your kid had a high fever that didn't go away, but it made us anxious." The team decided to start the raid this morning, and everyone came to the field before dawn to start working, saying that they could do more in the morning when the weather was cool. So we didn't have time to see you in your room. However, Guodong told Captain Su about your condition, and Captain Su asked us not to worry, saying that he would let his daughter take care of you. Has Su Hongmei gone?"

"Hmm!" Yang Weiping replied with a grateful face, "I specially boiled millet porridge with eggs for me." ”

"The farmers in Longxi are really warm-hearted!" Zhou Yuanchao said with a sigh: "For them, eggs are cash that can be used for circulation, and they are usually reluctant to eat them even during the New Year's holidays." Wei Ping, we have to keep this love in mind, the farmers in Longxi are too bitter, it's not easy!"

As they spoke, they stacked the straw on the straw pile, and then returned the same way.

When he drank porridge before, Yang Weiping really didn't feel anything else, but he felt very hungry and the porridge was very fragrant. Now hearing Zhou Yuanchao say this, Yang Weiping's mood became heavy for no reason.

Zhou Yuanchao is right, in this era of serious material shortage, two eggs are really very precious for farmers who basically have no extra income.

"Yang Weiping, are you all well?"

"Didn't you say that Yang Weiping had a high fever of thirty-nine and a half degrees last night?

"Maybe it's because they have a good physique and recover quickly. ”

"Okay, hehe, you can have one more strong laborer. ”

“……”

Looking at the educated youth, they put down the farm work in their hands, and came around one after another, although everyone said differently, Yang Weiping could still feel a kindness and care from their eyes and tone.

"Okay, okay, rest for fifteen minutes, drink saliva. A middle-aged man in his forties, with a dark face and three obvious forehead lines on his forehead, strode towards Yang Weiping's location while shouting.

"Xiao Yang, are you all well?" The middle-aged man stood still in front of Yang Weiping without smiling, looked up and down a few times, and reached out to pat Yang Weiping's arm lightly, "It's okay if it's not a big problem, you won't work in the field today, take a day off, and work with everyone tomorrow." ”

Yang Weiping recognized that the one in front of him was the captain of the production team, Su Hongmei's father, Su Changgui, nodded with gratitude on his face and smiled: "Well, it's all right, Captain Su, Xie Luxie." ”

"You educated youths are the precious wealth of the country, and you should care about you. Su Changgui nodded, didn't say anything more to Yang Weiping, and turned his face to look at Zhou Yuanchao, "Xiao Zhou, you stay for a while and organize everyone to gather the corn cobs that you have received, today it just so happened that Luo Weidong, the son of Luo Zhishu, drove the commune's tractor back to the village, and I went to drive the tractor over and sent the commune's public grain first." ”

"Okay, Captain Su, do you want to bring the two of you over to help?" Zhou Yuanchao happily responded.

"No, I don't. Su Changgui waved his hand and said: "How can you help by driving a tractor, you can rest first, and I will come when I go." ”

Seeing Su Changgui's figure in a hurry, Yang Weiping couldn't help but sigh secretly in his heart, he was really a good person with a cold face and a warm heart, from his body, Yang Weiping seemed to see the epitome of thousands of farmers in Longxi.