I use the learning system to engage in technology

Song Yao finally found a home for their arm that could only be used on a stick. As if he had discovered some shocking secret, he whispered in Zhao Xiaodong's ear.

Zhao Xiaodong's eyes lit up and he whispered in his ear.

The two of them talked to each other and listed out all the possible matters.

Then they gathered together and nodded with satisfaction at the various matters above.

Zhao Xiaodong added another item: "Would it be nice to add this?"

Song Yao nodded, imitating his father and touching his chin seriously:

"That's right, that's almost it, and the price will be much cheaper."

Zhao Xiaodong said proudly: "That's because I know the prices of materials very well."

After quickly listing all the items, they happily ran to Yuan Jiang, folded their arms and danced to tell him their new ideas.

Yuan Jiang really didn't expect this.

After all, Song Yao and the others have been spinning around their hands for more than a day or two. The previous bone hand could dance, and although the later singing arm used strobe technology, it was essentially used for singing and dancing.

As soon as this new arm was announced to be completed, Yuanjiang only thought that part of its technology would be used in working robots.

But now, the child Song Yao folded his arms and told him with bright eyes:

"If the length is right, we want the boss's son to try it. Brother Yuanjiang, don't worry, we know that this arm is money given by the state and cannot be given away, so we can spend our own money to give them another one."

After living here for such a long time, the two children like the wonton shop owner very much.

Not only because the wontons he makes are delicious, but also because the other party always brings some snacks to them.

Sometimes the two children are running and playing outside. If it is not a place to eat, he is willing to provide the tables and chairs in his stall for them to use as a "fort".

Although for the boss, he just did something that he could do with a little effort.

But in the eyes of Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong, it was within their reach to make another arm and give it to their boss.

This is because this arm was originally funded by national funds, but now that the technology has been completed, it has not achieved what was stated in the plan.

Song Yao was afraid that Yuan Jiang would think their experiment had failed. After Ba Ba finished the plan, he even painted a pie for him in a serious manner:

"Although our arms are not as good as we originally imagined, they are getting better now. We will work hard when we return to Xinghe County."

Zhao Xiaodong immediately understood what Song Yao meant and looked at Yuan Jiang eagerly:

"Brother Yuan Jiang, we are not considered failures."

Song Yao helped: "Yes, yes, we are just walking on the road to success."

Yuanjiang was still digesting the idea of ​​"this arm can be used as a prosthetic limb" in his mind, but when he came to his senses and heard them say this, he was a little bit dumbfounded.

"It's okay, just take your time."

It is impossible for the state to require completion of every approved project.

After following Song Yao to protect them for a long time, Yuan Jiang also worked hard to learn this knowledge. As far as he knew, the funding for failed projects every year was sky-high.

But no matter how tight the funds are, Zhongzhou will not stop.

Although Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong did not complete what was in the plan, they did make something.

Since it’s not nothing, you should be happy.

Yuan Jiang thought for a moment and did not tell them this.

This is also the experience I learned from Dad Song recently.

When children are in a low mood, comfort them and help them regain their confidence.

But if the children are already floating, then you have to hold back your praise.

There is no Grandma Song or Grandma Zhao here, and the two children are much skinnier than they were in Dashu Village.

Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong were indeed not depressed.

Because they like the arm they made very much.

No matter what the function is, at least they have a cool appearance.

I can't even put it on my back, and even if I hold it in my arms and play with it, I feel like I have suddenly grown taller.

Apart from feeling a little guilty because they "spent the country's money and failed to do what they promised," they were quite happy.

Because Brother Yuanjiang also supported them to try whether this arm could be used as a prosthetic limb, the two children were even happier.

They happily asked people around them and went all the way to the stall owner's house.

Nowadays, people don't like to close the door as long as there are people at home. They basically keep the door open. If someone wants to come in, they can come in.

The two children are still very polite.

Although the door was wide open, they did not go in. Instead, they stood at the door and shouted:

"anyone there?"

There was an immediate response from the room, not the voice of the stall owner, but a young, somewhat frail voice.

Soon Song Yao and the others knew who this person was.

A tall young man walked out of the room. His hands were still bandaged and his entire arm was empty. He asked them with a pale face:

"Whose kids are you? What's wrong?"

This was the first time for Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong to see someone with a broken arm, and they were both a little frightened.

The stall owner also lost a hand, but his hand was not too big. In addition, he usually wore gloves and could only take them off when it was very hot. Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong were not too impressed.

But obviously, for a man who looks so tall and strong, losing an entire arm is very different from losing a hand.

However, although the two children were shocked, they all kept a normal expression on their faces.

Song Yao whispered: "Brother, we are here to find your father."

The young man was a little confused, but when he saw Yuan Jiang coming out from behind, he still shouted into the house:

"Dad, someone is looking for you!"

"I'm coming, who is it?"

The stall owner walked out of the house while talking.

Although it was his son who was injured, he looked worse than his son, with bloodshot eyes, and he looked thinner and haggard.

Seeing that it was Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong, he showed a puzzled look:

"Is it Yaoer and Dongdong? What do you want to talk to me about?"

Song Yao looked back and saw Yuan Jiang closing the door and taking out the wrapped arm.

Seeing this arm, the expressions of the father and son were both stunned.

Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong told their purpose in a chattering manner.

If only two children said so, they might not believe it.

Especially the stall owner.

He has seen Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong running around and playing.

Especially Song Yao, who is small, but likes to run around. He is easy to fall when he runs too fast. Although most of the time, he doesn’t hurt much, he just gets up and pats the dirt off his body and continues to play.

But sometimes when he falls and hurts, he will still cry and ask Yuan Jiang to carry him back.

Sometimes when the two children are playing, they unfortunately "collide" and fall together, and then they are taken back by Yuan Jiang sobbing.

So in the stall owner's mind, they are just two ordinary little brats.

At most, their grades are better and they like to study a little.

But now, aren't they accompanied by Yuan Jiang?

Yuan Jiang looks very reliable and trustworthy, especially now that his expressionless face is even more convincing.

The stall owner was much more excited than his son, and he quickly looked at Yuan Jiang:

"Comrade Yuan Jiang, is this true? Is it really possible?"

Yuan Jiang: "..."

Why ask him, he doesn't know anything.

Song Yao was already answering:

"We haven't tried it either, we have to experiment first, if you are willing, you can try it."

The stall owner was so excited that he nodded repeatedly:

"Yes, we are willing, come, A Rong, come and try it.

The young man didn't move, just looked down at his broken arm, smiled bitterly and said: "Isn't this expensive?"

"Forget it, this thing looks very expensive, maybe it's imported, it doesn't affect me now, I don't need a prosthesis."

The stall owner's eyes were red with anxiety: "What do you mean it doesn't affect anything, you are young, what do you know, this is a lifelong thing! !

Don't worry about the money, didn't the country give us money? It's enough. If it doesn't work, we have money at home..."

Maybe other families would just give up. After all, even if they get a prosthesis, they can't get it back, right?

Prostheses are expensive. Nowadays, every household is not rich, so why bother?

But the stall owner is different.

He himself lost one hand, so he knows very well what it feels like to have one less part than others.

Other people's eyes are secondary, but life is inconvenient everywhere.

He can't carry slightly heavier things because he can't lift them with one hand and can't keep his balance. No matter what he washes, he has to wash it slower than others. He is also the slowest one to close the stall.

Losing a hand means a lot more inconvenience.

Not to mention the whole arm.

So on this matter, the stall owner is particularly persistent:

"If this arm can really be used like a real hand, our family will sell the house to buy it."

The young man obviously couldn't accept it: "No! I didn't show much filial piety to you in the first place. Now I have to ask you to buy a house for me. I might as well die. Isn't it just losing an arm? Even if I only have one arm left, I can still live!"

Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong were stunned.

Seeing the father and son arguing about whether to buy the hand, they hurried over to separate them.

The child tried to raise his voice and said loudly:

"This hand is free! You try it first. If it works, we will make a cheap one for you."

The father and son who were arguing with each other were stunned.

They turned their heads and looked at Song Yao: "Free? ?"

How is it possible?

This arm looks very expensive.

It is simply, it is just like a real arm wearing a black steel armor.

The steel alone is not cheap.

Song Yao nodded: "Because we have a good relationship with uncle, we are leaving again, so let's treat it as a gift from our family!"

Hehe, this time we will experiment before giving gifts.

Now it is the stall owner and the young man who are embarrassed: "How can that be, it doesn't look cheap at all."

The child waved his hand: "It's better not to make it out of steel, the prices of other materials are still quite cheap. "

Zhao Xiaodong also helped: "Yes, let's try it first."

He turned his head to look at Song Yao: "We are doing an experiment. If Brother Rong helps us do the experiment, it seems that he should also be paid."

Song Yao also remembered and nodded in agreement:

"Yes, so we will make you another arm as a reward for the experiment."

Before the father and son could shirk anymore, the child had already crossed his arms with difficulty: "Come on, let's press it on you first."

"I don't know if it can be done yet."

Zhao Xiaodong immediately went up to help.

They are quite familiar with the internal structure of this arm, and can quickly find the direction even if they can't see it.

Then we ran into a problem.

Arong's arm has not fully healed yet, and they are afraid that if they wear it, it will cause his wound to open.

In the past, they used thick sticks to conduct experiments, but now the two children were a little afraid to start.

Arong didn't care much about the pain: "It's okay, let's do it."

Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong carefully tried to put the arm back together without touching his wound.

Don't tell me, this arm suits Ah Rong quite well.

He was already tall and strong, but now with this steel arm, he looked even more handsome.

At least the two children were shocked when they took a step back to look at the whole thing.

"Wow!"

They were amazed: "Brother Ah Rong, you are so handsome now."

Song Yao said: "You look like a bad person now."

He had seen a sentence in the hobby group before: The third generation of black men.

The picture inside is of a warrior wearing armor.

At first he thought it was some kind of historical figure, but 005 said it was a fictional character who was very popular in the Magic Age.

Unfortunately, because the movie was so popular, a series of seasons 1-100 was released.

In the end, there was really nothing left to film. This character was darkened this season, cleared up in the next season, and darkened again in the next season. It was not until the end of the Magic Age that this drama of constant reversals was over.

005 found these from the exchange information. It is said to be exchange information, but most of them are some complaints from the producer himself.

If it were connected to the Internet, it would be an entire forum.

Ah Rong, who didn't know what blackening was, still looked down anxiously: "?"

Seeing him looking at her in confusion, the child quickly changed his words:

"I mean, a really handsome bad guy."

Arong: "...thank you?"

Even Yuan Jiang admitted that after putting on this arm, Ah Rong's whole temperament has improved.

If he was just tall before, now he has a strong aura.

After checking the overall appearance, there were no omissions, and the two children got together to check the details.

Song Yao felt it was a pity.

This kind of arm that I learned from the course can be controlled by thoughts. It means implanting a chip in the mind and using nerve sensing to achieve the same effect as a real arm.

However, the simple and crude sentence in the course is:

[First, go to Xingwang to buy a chip No. 43984. 】

Children who cannot go to StarNet can only settle for the next best thing and choose button manipulation.

He taught Ah Rong one by one.

"Press this, it can come up slowly, and then let it go when it reaches a place you feel comfortable with."

"And here, hold it. It will hold it automatically. You don't need to keep an eye on this."

Although for Song Yao, this technology is far less powerful than neural sensing, and it can even be called a grafted product that has to be pieced together.

But for Ah Rong, everything seems like a dream.

He watched helplessly as the arm slowly moved, holding things and waving.

Simply, it is as if his hand has not been lost, it is just a set of steel.

Zhao Xiaodong has already taken out a pen and paper to record.

These have to be submitted to the state, so he has to draw the experimental drawings.

Fortunately, although Zhao Xiaodong's painting skills are not that superb, they are still within the limits of normal people's ability to understand. While he was writing and drawing, he looked up from time to time to look at Song Yao's measurement data.

Song Yao and the others did not prepare any experimental tools.

So I simply used local materials.

There is a big stone in Arong's yard. Because the surface is flat, the stall owner moved it back and used it as a stool.

It's a really big one, and it looks very heavy.

Even if Yuan Jiang came to move it, it would take two hands to lift it.

Song Yao asked Ah Rong to hold the side with one hand and move it.

Ah Rong looked down at his arm and hesitated:

"Will it break it?"

"No, we have set a force limiter for him. Theoretically, it should probably be able to move."

Ah Rong: ...It sounds really unreliable.

But Song Yao insisted, and he could only bend down slightly, learn the operation process that Song Yao just taught, manipulate his arms to hold the stone on the ground, and then slowly lift it up.

There was surprise in his eyes.

He actually picked up the entire stone.

His own arms couldn't even achieve such strength.

Song Yao was not surprised at all. He walked around the stone:

"How heavy is this stone?"

The stall owner who had been watching excitedly immediately reported the number.

When he dragged it back before, he also weighed it by the way.

Zhao Xiaodong immediately recorded the data.

Song Yao went to see Ah Rong again: "Brother Ah Rong, do you feel uncomfortable?"

Although the force structure of this arm is based on the techniques in the course, it stands to reason that it will not tire the person using the arm, but Song Yao and the others have never handled such a heavy thing before, so they are still a little worried.

Arong shook his head, and his pale face turned a little red with excitement:

"No, I feel very relaxed."

The child breathed a sigh of relief, let him put the stone down, and then went to hold something else.

Such as sweeping the floor with a broom, combing my hair with a comb, standing up with my body supported on the ground, all kinds of actions that are used in daily life are used over and over again.

Song Yao even pulled out a hair from his head and put it on the table and asked him to pick it up.

The two children are usually naughty, but they are still very serious when doing things. In just one afternoon, they made Ah Rong do all kinds of experiments that adults did not expect.

The final conclusion is that although this arm is not as precise as a real arm, it cannot pick up hair, and its strength cannot be controlled within a small range.

However, it can replace 80% of daily tasks.

The advantage is that it can hold heavy objects better than a real hand, and the person involved will not feel tired.

This is very important to Arong.

After all, he has retired from the army and has to find a job, and with one hand missing, it is naturally not as easy as a normal person to find a job.

But now with this arm, the shortcomings can be well compensated.

At least something like the kind of job that requires heavy lifting should give him due consideration.

After Song Yao said that cheap arms also had this effect, but they didn't look as good as the steel arms, the stall owner burst into tears of joy.

Ah Rong didn't cry so hard, but his eyes were still red.

He looked at Song Yao and said solemnly: "Thank you."

Thanks to these two children for giving him hope in his future life.

The pain of a broken arm is not the most unbearable. The most difficult thing is how to live after losing an arm.

Even if the country pays out money, how can we not resist feeling disappointed every time we look down and see the emptiness.

Arong said: "I'm very grateful that you are willing to show us this arm. I'd better buy the new arm with money. If I don't have enough money now, can I pay it back over time?"

Song Yao saw that he was serious, thought about it, and nodded in agreement.

Anyway, it’s not up to him to decide how much to sell it for.

Yuan Jiang was thoughtful and didn't know what he was thinking. It wasn't until the child carefully took off his arm that he said to Ah Rong and the others:

"I hope you can keep this matter a secret for now."

He gave a military salute to Arong.

Arong was startled and immediately responded with a military salute: "Okay, we will."

Seeing the two children leaving behind Yuan Jiang, Ah Rong slowly sat down.

The stall owner cried and laughed: "This is really great. With this arm, you don't have to worry about it in the future."

Ah Rong was sitting, his arm still a little sore from the prosthesis he had just installed.

But this pain made him full of hope.

These days, he was so exhausted that he had to comfort his family members.

At this moment, the heaviness that had been weighing on his heart was lifted, and he might even feel a little sleepy.

But don’t forget the business:

"Dad, don't tell anyone about this. If people are willing to help us, we must keep our promise."

The stall owner wiped the tears from his eyes: "Don't worry, I understand."

He couldn't help but sigh: "I heard Youcai say that these two children are smart before. I thought they just had better grades, but I didn't expect them to be so good."

Moreover, I still think about him.

He usually just gave them some snacks to eat.

A prosthetic limb that can replace 80% of the functions of a real arm must be very precious.

But they actually wanted to give one to their family.

The stall owner felt grateful, excited and happy at the same time.

"I really need to thank them properly. Yao'er seemed to have just said that he was going home. I have to think of something to give them."

Ah Rong nodded: "I want to thank them properly."

And there's one thing he hasn't told his father yet.

He hadn't noticed it when Yuan Jiang was silent just now. After he performed the military salute, the military temperament in his body was no longer concealed and was fully displayed.

What kind of kid would be surrounded by soldiers.

Ah Rong silently buried this question in his heart.

He wasn't going to ask.

As long as people help you, why ask so many questions?

He walked over and opened the door wide.

If it was true as he guessed, someone would definitely come to look at their home. He also understood the importance and was more willing to cooperate.

Outside, the two remaining military comrades saw Ah Rong pushing the door open with one arm:

"This comrade understands."

"You can tell by looking at his aura. He used to be a powerful person in the army. It's a pity that he broke an arm."

"Yeah, keep watching. Now that he has guessed it and is so cooperative, our work will be easier."

The stall owner didn’t know the inside story and was still sighing:

"People say that if someone survives a catastrophe, he or she will be blessed later in life. You really did it this time. We met a noble person. Let me think about what gifts I want to give to them..."

The father and son were in a state of unreality and excitement "as if they were having a sweet dream", and Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong were also in a similar state.

They laughed happily.

"We asked for the address of Brother Arong's home, and we will send it to him after we get home and finish it. Brother Arong will not feel uncomfortable by then."

Zhao Xiaodong suggested: "We can also make a prosthetic hand."

Song Yao also thought the same way: "Yes, this way uncle can serve two bowls of wontons at once."

Zhao Xiaodong added: "He can also use his prosthetic hand to pick up a spoon. I think he always gets burned by the spoon."

"Yes!"

Song Yao felt that his little friend was simply too smart:

"Brother Ah Rong can drink hot water directly from a hot bowl."

Yuan Jiang silently looked back at them.

He did not correct the question of "Is my hand able to withstand burning my tongue, but maybe not?", but said:

"You are right. People who are equipped with this kind of prosthetic limbs can be used for more dangerous jobs in the future."

For example, some are harmful to the skin, and some may cut off fingers.

Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong really didn't expect this.

Because there is no such thing as dangerous work in their surrounding environment.

Not to mention their relatives, the entire Dashu Village is engaged in farming. When they have time, they can go to the county to pick up goods to earn some extra money.

They don’t even know the names of other jobs.

But Brother Yuanjiang is so powerful, he must be right. They discovered that their arms had another advantage, and the two children became happy.

Song Yao raised his eyes and saw that Yuan Jiang was still thinking deeply, and asked curiously:

"Brother Yuanjiang, what are you thinking about?"

"I wonder how this arm will be available."

Yuan Jiang had an idea in his mind, but he didn't know if he could mention it.

After much thought, he decided to make a call.

Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong didn't care so much.

They had been doing experiments all afternoon and didn't even have time to pack their luggage. Father Song had already packed their clothes for them.

But Father Song didn't move those bits and pieces of mechanical parts.

He doesn't understand. If it gets damaged again, wouldn't it be a waste?

So while it was still dark, the two children got busy.

They bought a lot of things during this time, and there were a lot of them. It wasn't much that they could carry, but it was heavy to carry.

So the two started picking and choosing.

"This is useless, this is useless, this is useless too..."

"Wait, this is useful. It can be used to hold crickets. We use it when we raise crickets."

"What can this be used for? I kind of forgot."

"I don't remember it either. It's probably not something very important. Put it over there."

Teacher He packed up his luggage and came over to see how they were doing. As soon as he entered the room, he saw big and small bags everywhere on the floor of the living room.

She was stunned.

"Didn't we live here for less than two months?"

Song's father was trying to clean up with a look of despair: "Isn't that right? But there are just a lot more things."

After all, with two children, there are still some aspects that cannot be saved.

In addition, Song's father recently traveled around and learned about the cicada. With his good eloquence, he succeeded in getting the director of the theater to agree to record the opera and sell it, and the money from the sales would be divided among the directors.

The split was naturally his intention.

First of all, if you want to buy it out directly, you will need to spend a lot of money. The Song family has this money, but this money is earned by Song Yao. Father Song will not use his son's money unless necessary.

After all, it was agreed that Song Yao would keep the money himself.

He was numb to the number of times the state had rewarded his son, and the number of mufflers and flashlights alone was already 20,000.

Father Song can guarantee at this moment that apart from the county magistrate, his son is the richest in Xinghe County.

Song Yao doesn't spend it randomly.

With this money, he could eat candied haws a few times a week at most, or go to a restaurant when Song's father couldn't take care of cooking.

The rest is all about buying raw materials.

Father Song's own little treasury is not much, but he is smart.

He first showed the dean the effect of listening to opera on a cicada, and then proposed a share.

With the development of the times, opera has gradually declined. It is not that there are fewer people who like to watch opera, but that there are more different ways to watch opera. Old-fashioned theaters such as this can't be seen now, but the director can see it. The future of theatre.

After hearing the effect of cicadas with his own ears, he decisively cooperated with Dad Song.

Since he was tied to the same boat, every extra dollar earned would be his own, so the dean naturally did his best.

So, knowing the sales of cicadas and publicity, we were done.

Father Song was extremely busy during this period, inviting people to dinner and recruiting people. In the early stage, in order to stabilize the business, it was a small business and he did not dare to expand it, but he still made a lot of money.

Because Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong made the cicada machine, and they also got a share of it.

As a result, Song Yao, the second richest man in the county, became even richer.

Father Song is no longer strapped for money and is a little more relaxed when buying things. Of course, he still has to negotiate the price.

Shopping is fun for a while, but when I get home I'm dumbfounded.

Father Song gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and decided: "Send it by express delivery. You can still use these when you take them home."

The two children who had finally sorted the room into categories such as "this is important and need to be taken away", "this is not so important, think about it" and "this is useless, don't take it away" were busy in vain.

Since you can send it by express delivery, of course you can take it all with you.

Even if it's scrap metal, it might come in handy.

They packed up the pile of things again, then sat on the ground and began to worry:

"I'm so hungry. Brother Yuan Jiang hasn't come back yet? What should we have for dinner?"

Song Yao: "I want to eat steamed buns."

Zhao Xiaodong: "Drink some more millet porridge."

Dad Song: "Add some pickles."

The four of them went out happily, but unfortunately found that all the bun shops were closed.

They could only drink some millet porridge and eat pickles. Teacher He, Dad and the others were fine, but the two children wanted to eat more when they couldn't eat anything. When they went back, they were thinking about steamed buns.

And when they were a little unhappy because they couldn't eat steamed buns, several old people were discussing them.

"This comrade's proposal is very good, and I think so too. Although it will put a lot of pressure on our finances, the advantages outweigh the disadvantages."

Another old man said with a smile: "It's not like Zhongzhou has never been poor. We are not afraid of poverty. As long as the people across the country have that energy, it will be better than anything else."

"Speaking of which, these two children, especially the little boy Song Yao, have wronged him. Such a huge contribution cannot be commended openly."

The old man who spoke first nodded:

"He is only eight years old. He is a young genius. He still has a long future ahead of him. Even if he is careful now, he will never be allowed to follow in the footsteps of Comrade Shen Shu."

Speaking of Shen Shu, everyone present fell silent.

If they had a choice, they would rather Shen Shu had not participated in that project. The passing of this genius would be a huge loss to the entire Central Continent.

He once lost his life for the country, but until now he remains unknown.

At that time, Zhongzhou was still too weak and inexperienced.

They regretted that Shen Shu was born in that era, and were glad that Song Yao was born now.

Born in Central Continent, he was barely stable and could no longer be bullied by others. He could protect his country's talents. At the same time, he had a lot of experience in protecting talents because of his previous blood and tears experiences.

An old man concluded:

"We all must remember Shen Shu's lesson. We lost Shen Shu before and we cannot lose this child again. We must be careful in everything."

This small talk was conducted in secret.

At this moment, Central Continent has just emerged, and the attention of all countries is focused on this country that was once proud, but later had its backbone broken.

Some countries felt threatened, so even if Zhongzhou won the battle and showed its face to the whole world, some people in Zhongzhou took actions more frequently.

More than one person present had been assassinated.

No matter how tight the guard is, it will inevitably be hard to prevent. They were able to gather together for a small meeting because the matter was indeed important. Otherwise, according to the theory that eggs cannot be put in the same basket, they would never gather in the same place.

After this small meeting, the files about Song Yao were encrypted again.

Except for those at the top and a few who knew the inside story, the child Song Yao was well protected, and they did not even dare to send too many people to his side.

Just wait a few more years.

Central Continent has now begun to rise, just wait a few more years.

The help that Flash brought to Zhongzhou was really great. It was both support and compensation. The bonus for the puppet arm this time was several times that of before.

Yuan Jiang was also specially addressed.

"There are instructions from above. As long as it is Comrade Song Yao's request, we will try our best to complete everything."

This sentence is no ordinary comfort.

This is the country's guarantee that any request Song Yao makes now, as long as it is not too excessive, will be fulfilled.

Yuan Jiang was very happy for Song Yao, so he went back that night and conveyed these words the next morning.

Dad Song: "Wow!"

Song Yao: "Wow!"

The child's eyes sparkled: "Are you really allowed to ask for anything?"

Yuan Jiang nodded.

Song Yao: "Then can I ask for a bonus?!"

Yuan Jiang: "...The country has already approved the bonus, and it is estimated that it will arrive in a few days."

When he mentioned the amount of the bonus, the child's eyes widened.

This was much more than he wanted.

He immediately said: "Then there is nothing I want anymore!"

Yuan Jiang: "..."

He tried hard to explain to Song Yao what the country's promise represented.

For example, if Song Yao now wants to find a civil servant job for his father, the country can arrange it immediately.

Or if he wants a shop or a house, these are not problems.

Song Yao still had no intention of making any demands:

"If my father wants a job, he will find one by himself. My father said he would buy a shop and house for me in the future."

"right!"

Father Song nodded: "What a civil servant? How can I be a civil servant?"

It’s great to have so much money.

Moreover, this is his son's reward, of course it depends on his son.

Of course Song Yao also wanted to say, "Can you give me tens of billions to build a rocket?"

But first, he couldn't make it.

Secondly, he didn’t think he was very powerful, it was all taught in the course.

Moreover, he is rich, his father also has a business, and his grandparents are happy every day.

The country gave his family so much money that he lacked nothing at all. Moreover, he was able to win the war because there were so many soldiers like Brother Ah Rong rushing in front, so his contribution was not that big.

Compared with the adults who felt that Song Yao had been wronged, the person involved, Song Yao, did not feel wronged at all.

The country gave him money, had people protect him, and even helped him buy raw materials. The country was so kind to him and even asked him to make demands. He was embarrassed.

The child finally thought about it seriously:

"Okay, then if the country is really grateful to me and wants me to make a request, I will... um..."

He tried hard to think of something, and his eyes lit up:

"I want a basket of steamed buns!"