Chapter 35: When My Mother Was Kind-Hearted (34)
This is not good news for the villagers.
The 600 yuan that Yu Guang took out, the village chief had already divided it equally among them.
If Yu Guang wants to quit the rent, will they return the money they rented, or will they stay...
Just as everyone was about to avoid the afterglow, several cars stopped at the entrance of the village one after another.
It was the first time that so many cars came to the village, and someone immediately went to inform the village chief.
Seeing that the township chief respectfully brought some people dressed as leaders into the village, the village chief threw away the crutches in his hand and greeted the people with a tiger.
The crutch was originally used to beat the disobedient people in the village.
It doesn't matter if he takes it or not, but in front of the leader, he must show his best appearance.
The township chief smiled and led the way to the comers, which was a leader sent down from above.
Originally, he should have been accompanied by at least the mayor of the town, but the people were in a hurry and said that they wanted to keep it secret, so this opportunity to show his face fell on him.
Seeing the village chief coming, the township chief cleared his throat and asked the village chief, "Where does Comrade Yu Guang live?" ”
Before the village chief could speak, Aunt Wang, who was watching the excitement on the side, spoke first: "I know, it's at the east end of the village, next to my house." ”
These people seem to be very powerful, and there should be something good to look for.
Her neighbor followed suit.
The village chief was robbed of his words, and couldn't help but glare at Aunt Wang fiercely.
Aunt Wang's shoulders trembled, and then she stiffened her neck: Her son is a soldier, she is glorious, no one is afraid!
Looking at Aunt Wang's rogue appearance, the village chief's heart was blocked for a while: he shouldn't have agreed to Zhenye to join the army.
The village chief and Aunt Wang took people all the way to Yu Guang's house.
After sending the people into the house, the village chief cautiously asked the village chief: "Who are these?" ”
I have a lot of dealings on weekdays, but the township chief is not unfamiliar with this old village chief, and immediately replied in a low voice: "This is a cultural person from Beijing." ”
Hearing the words "cultural person", the village chief breathed a sigh of relief: "What's this, isn't it just a long way." ”
Seeing that the village chief's attitude began to be careless, the village chief gritted his teeth and stretched out his hand on his shoulder: "There is a title!" ”
Hearing the two words, the village chief's expression was instantly shocked: "It's really fake!" ”
If he can have a title, he is naturally a person who has made significant contributions to the country, which he naturally knows.
But why would such a character come to find Yu Guang!
The village chief's gaze involuntarily drifted to the door of the room in the afterglow: I'm afraid this golden doll is going to fly away!
Yu Guang pushed his glasses and smiled softly at several men whose temples were already gray: "You are looking for me." ”
Several people glanced at each other, and then the person in charge took the lead in speaking: "Comrade Yu Guang, we have seen your contributions to several of our units, and I came here today to confirm some things with you. ”
They are affiliated with different faculties and institutes.
They have always taken it as their responsibility to discover talents for the country.
And their research institute also accepts submissions from various places.
It's a pity that although people's enthusiasm is high now, there are not many people with real skills.
Half of the manuscripts received in the institute's submission box were in praise of them.
Every time they see these manuscripts, the reviewers will not hesitate to send them to the boiler room, which is considered to be waste.
Another part is to write out his fantasies about the future out of his imagination.
For this type of manuscript, the reviewer will pick out the ones that don't seem too nonsense to record.
Let's see if the researchers can find some inspiration in it.
In these wild imaginations, there are still some people who only know a little bit of skin and start to talk nonsense.
Compared to the pure fantasies of others, these people are clearly a little crazy.
Because they feel that they have found the truth, and they only need to study and prove it.
If it can't be demonstrated, it means that the level of the institute is not good.
The other small part is the ones who can really do what they say.
There is some gold in these manuscripts, but not much.
For this kind of manuscript, I basically keep it for backup, and then find a contributor to see if I can bring people back to continue training.
The least number of manuscripts is a paper that has already been formed, or a finished drawing.
And what Yu Guang sent was the drawing of the molding.
The drawings seemed to be part of some kind of large machine, and coincidentally the materials in it could be made with the existing technology.
But there were only a few drawings, so they didn't know what kind of mechanical it was.
It can only be seen that the shape of this machine is very large, and the internal structure is precise.
The country is vigorously developing production, and some patriots often send them all kinds of materials.
The institute attaches great importance to these drawings, and there are only drawings but nothing else in the credible cover.
Fortunately, when they opened the faith, they found that the belief was also marked with the names of other institutes.
So I hurriedly called to inquire, and sure enough, other research institutes were also sent a few drawings.
Knowing that the person sent the drawings separately, there must be a special reason.
The top of several institutes sat together and finally put together half of the drawings.
The structure of this thing seems to be similar to the wind turbine they just imported, but it is more powerful.
The most amazing thing is that this thing is constructed as if it is completely wind-driven.
Driven by precision gears, there is a sense of vicissitudes of craftsmen!
It's just that the drawings are still incomplete.
After the discussion of the meeting, several persons in charge reported the drawings.
also sent it, as well as Yu Guang's name.
Within a few days, Yu Guang's information was passed back.
Looking at the experience of Yu Guang on the materials, everyone also understands why the words on the drawings and envelopes are crooked.
The kid hadn't read a book, so no wonder the drawings were so crude.
And the principle of this mechanical operation is closer to that of the craftsman.
Finally understanding these people's words, 08 exclaimed in the sea of consciousness in the afterglow: "Host, are you trying to advance the progress of this era?" ”
Yu Guang gently pushed his glasses: "I didn't promote the progress of the times, and what I took out was completely in line with the development of this era." ”
Neither the materials nor the engines were innovative.
Then Yu Guang seemed to think of something: "I'm just taking out the skills you haven't passed down and using them again." ”
So, these people are really going to spoil things.
08's voice was full of doubts: "Host, are you sure that this alloy material existed in ancient times?" ”
Yu Guang's voice was still gentle: "Every era has its own exclusive materials, but the truly perfect craftsmanship is suitable for any material.
And different materials are also suitable for different eras, which is the value of development, and why should you make a fuss. ”
08: "..."It's over, it doesn't understand again!
The smile on the corner of Yu Guang's mouth remained unchanged: "You don't need to understand, because the earliest craftsmen, their names, are called gods!" ”