Scholars in the courtyard

Yang Xiaotao was silent, but Liu Daming stood up suddenly and walked to the front row of tables.

"Liu Gong."

Yang Xiaotao shouted, but the other party was not feeling well, so he quickly followed.

At the table in the front row, Secretary Wang was communicating with a middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man wears long sleeves, has sunken cheeks, and disheveled hair. He speaks in a low voice, in an authentic Sijiucheng style.

The two were talking when they suddenly saw a person walking over and standing not far from them.

Secretary Wang looked up.

The person who came was not young, not tall, with gray hair, but his brows were knitted together, looking angry or excited?

The middle-aged man also saw Liu Daming, his brows furrowed, his eyes stared, then his pupils suddenly expanded, and his body suddenly stood up.

Secretary Wang next to him could clearly feel his body shaking.

Similarly, Liu Daming was shaking and panting heavily, and Yang Xiaotao quickly came to his side to support him.

Then he looked at the middle-aged man in front of him.

There was a sudden silence in the field.

A group of people stared at the two in confusion.

"Master, master!"

The middle-aged man's voice was hoarse, as if he was trying to suppress his emotions, and tears were streaming down his face.

"Gouzi, Shen Gouzi!"

Liu Daming also pursed his lips and uttered two words.

"Master, I am, I am a dog, I am!"

Plop

The middle-aged man knelt on the ground and reached out to hug Liu Daming's leg, "Master, it's me, it's me!"

Liu Daming raised his hand tremblingly and looked at the middle-aged man with the same hair as himself in front of him. He wanted to touch it, but he was afraid of something.

He raised his head and tears fell to the ground along his ears.

"Eight years!"

"Eight years!"

Liu Daming said this, but this sentence made the crying middle-aged man even more uncomfortable.

"Master, master!"

"I know, eight years and three months, I know! Master!"

The middle-aged man cried sadly, and several other people at the same table also had red eyes.

At this moment, another old man came from behind.

A middle-aged man in front of the table was lowering his head to hold back tears, trying hard to suppress the longing in his heart.

But I heard a familiar name.

"Niu baby, is that you?"

A good person is like being struck by lightning.

Turning his head suddenly.

"Master. Ah. Master!"

"It's really you, Niu Wazi..."

"master."

For a moment, I burst into tears.

Another pair of people hugged each other, crying and laughing.

At this moment, several people at this table looked at other tables, trying to find faces in their memories.

Some people have even walked down, looking around.

Yang Xiaotao stood between the two groups on the left and right, listening to their conversation and feeling panicked.

Everything in front of you, you don’t need to guess what is going on.

Everyone knew that there was silence.

Secretary Wang looked at the noodle scene and couldn't help but sigh, "Xiao Shen, Xiao Li, and the two masters, let's sit down and talk, sit down and talk."

Liu Daming helped his apprentice up and took a closer look at the apprentice whom he had not seen for eight years. The two sat together.

"Why is your hair whiter than mine?"

When Secretary Wang heard this, he looked at Xiao Shen with guilt on his face.

Xiao Shen did not answer the master's question, because there was no need to say this.

Everyone is the same.

"Master, it's nothing. Why are you here? I didn't expect, I really didn't expect you to come back. If I knew, I, I..."

His voice was choked again, and he grabbed Liu Daming's hand harder.

Meeting an old friend in a foreign country is a happy event, let alone meeting one's own master and relatives?

Liu Daming didn't know what to say, so he just clapped his hands.

"This time we are gathering manpower to support the front line, so I signed up."

"However, your craftsmanship has not declined over the years."

"No, master, an eighth-level fitter. I am also an eighth-level fitter now. I have not embarrassed you."

"Hahaha, good, good, good"

Everyone around them got out of the way, leaving space for the four of them.

Yang Xiaotao returned to his original seat, and Hou Baobao looked at Liu Daming and talked about the past.

"This man is Shen Rong, Lao Liu's apprentice, his most proud apprentice, or rather his son,"

"Back then, Shen Rong's parents died of illness, and he was the only one left. A young man of 18 or 19 entered the steel rolling mill without knowing anything or understanding anything. It was Lao Liu who led him out step by step."

"In those years, they said they were master and apprentice, but they were like father and son."

"Later, when Guo Jia called him, he signed up and left the steel rolling mill."

Hou Baobao spoke eloquently, which made everyone feel uncomfortable.

"Look at him, he's not yet forty this year. He looks like this."

"I've suffered a lot here!"

Everyone looked at the ramen in the bowl and the two plates on the table, and their hearts became even more panicked.

"Life here is miserable!"

Niu Jianfeng on the side suddenly spoke.

"In the past few years, many factories have moved here to support construction."

"Later, the factory was built and workers came, but the logistics could not keep up. The whole country tightened their belts, how could there be any extra? It was difficult to transport anything on this road, not to mention the famine in those years. Times are harder.”

"These people have suffered a lot!"

Everyone was indifferent.

Yang Xiaotao remembered what he said in his previous life, "One generation has suffered the hardships of five generations, and one generation has fought the battles of five generations."

And now, he is also of the same generation.

After waiting for a while, Liu Daming and Shen Rong were emotionally stable before they came over.

At this time, Liu Daming had a smile on his face, a smile that had been lost and found.

In particular, Shen Rong was married and had two sons, which made him even more happy.

It's a pity that the child is no longer around. He came to Jin Gao this time for a mission.

Yang Xiaotao quickly moved his butt aside to get out of the way, and the two sat down next to each other.

"Lao Hou, you know the man from our factory."

Liu Daming pointed at Hou Baobao, and Shen Rong was somewhat impressed, "Uncle Hou, it's great that you are here too."

"Xiao Shen, you have changed so much over the years, I didn't even recognize you."

"Ha ha"

"This is the youngest eighth-level fitter in our steel rolling mill, Yang Xiaotao."

Liu Daming then introduced.

Shen Rong saw Yang Xiaotao's young face and looked at Liu Daming curiously.

"This is it, junior brother?"

The table was stunned.

"Hahaha"

Hou Baobao laughed, Liu Daming also blushed, and Yang Xiaotao touched his nose in embarrassment.

"Xiao Shen, if this were your junior brother, Lao Liu could jump to the sky."

Hou Baobao smiled, and the people around him who knew the situation also laughed.

"Go, go, laugh."

Liu Daming drove away the people who were watching the joke. Seeing this, Shen Rong knew that he had said the wrong thing and quickly explained, "I came in a hurry this time and I don't know the situation. Master, what's going on?"

Liu Daming shook his head.

"He is self-taught, and his technical ability is what we have in our factory."

He said giving a thumbs up.

Only then did Shen Rong react, "Sorry, I thought..."

Yang Xiaotao waved his hand, "It's okay, it's okay. At my age, I was treated as a follower when I first came here."

"Oh, who made me young?"

He raised his head proudly as he spoke, and a group of old men around him looked down upon him with disdain.

"Hey tui."

"Bah, who is old?"

Although you are dissatisfied with old age and envious of youth, how can a group of old men pamper you at this time?

Yang Xiaotao immediately shrank his head and started communicating with Shen Rong.

At the table, Shen Rong only said what he could.

In this way, Yang Xiaotao and others also understood the mission this time.

It's not the end result that they're here for.

This is still a selection place.

The difference is that they will conduct special training based on the tasks, and only those who meet the standards will complete the final project.

Of course, those who cannot meet the standards will be sent back to their place of origin.

Everyone was sweating in their hearts after hearing this. If they were eliminated, how could they have the face to go back?

…

Under dim lights, the narrow conference room was full of people.

The faces of these people looked even more yellow under the yellow light bulbs. Many of them had pens and papers in their hands and looked serious.

The middle-aged man in front is wearing a white shirt, as if he hasn't changed it in these years. If it's dirty, wash it and tear it. If it's cold, put on a cotton-padded jacket. If it's hot, roll up the sleeves.

It seems that this white shirt is the most important thing, and I don't want to take it off for a moment.

And just like him, there is the plaid shirt below.

These clothes have special meaning.

Wearing them, it's like, being able to feel like a loved one.

At this moment, no matter whether he is wearing a white shirt or a plaid shirt, his face is solemn.

"Is the data correct?"

A low voice from the white shirt sounded, and everyone below looked at each other, and finally looked at the plaid shirt in front of them.

Under the gaze of everyone, the collar of the plaid shirt loosened.

"According to our calculations, the problem in the simulation experiment is that the container cannot remain airtight under ultra-high pressure. We estimate that the high pressure must be maintained for at least one second."

"If it is shorter than this time, we cannot guarantee the experimental results."

"In other words, this hidden danger may cause the experiment to fail."

"I can't even take this risk!"

The man in the plaid shirt spoke neither hastily nor slowly, his voice was a little hoarse, and his face was even more yellow. Long-term malnutrition made him look even thinner.

Bai Shiyi was not surprised when he heard this, because he had known about this for a long time, and he just wanted to confirm it again, because the peripheral manufacturing team was also under great pressure.

"Does anyone have any other comments?"

In the conference room, everyone shook their heads.

The white shirt nodded and then dismissed the meeting.

In the end, there were only two people left in the conference room.

"Lao Ran, I hope you are right."

"You know, just because of this, the commander-in-chief typed up the report. Factories across the country sent outstanding workers to join the war!"

"I'm currently taking the exam in Lanzhou, thousands of miles away."

"If this still goes wrong."

Bai Shiyi didn't say much, both of them knew it in their hearts.

"Old Zheng."

"I see."

Plaid shirt solemnly said, "I was angry with the production team. The fuse seal they proposed has great hidden dangers."

"Especially under high temperature and high pressure, the thermal expansion and contraction of the object alone is enough to pop it apart."

"Besides, I really don't know what they were thinking when the circuit breaker was broken in that environment."

The two were silent again, and then both laughed again.

They have seen a lot of weird ideas over the years.

"In this case, let's wait for the results."

The white shirt said leisurely, "But, is your request for a lower level?"

"Lao Huang from the production team always asks me if I am right every time he meets me. Now I avoid him when I eat."

"That's your business, I just take care of it."

"Okay, you can do it, don't come to me about family matters!"

"Oh, Lao Zheng, what you said about our family's relationship has gone unnoticed!"

The plaid shirt suddenly became enthusiastic.

The white shirt also smiled and took out a piece of paper from his pocket.

"I asked someone to find out this for you."

"Congratulations. You became a grandpa more than two months ago. Remember to treat me to dinner later!"

"More than two months? Grandpa? Ah! Hahaha"

"I'm a grandpa!"

After saying that, the plaid shirt grabbed the paper and ran out. He didn't care whether he was eating or not.

"This Lao Ran!"