Rekindle 2003

Chapter 1148

Emperor Yun was too lazy to talk about technological integration, as these things had to be tested by the military.

The cat car was originally developed in 2004, but it did not receive much attention when it was first developed.

Moreover, in the first few years, not so many combat uses were considered.

After all, we were just thinking about how to deal with the battle under the conditions at that time.

At this moment, he only needs to click a little bit to realize the transformation of our army's combat methods N years in advance.

The emergence of the cat-car brought about fundamental changes in the way light infantry fought.

From traditional light infantry that relies on manpower and light equipment to modern infantry capable of carrying heavy firepower, high mobility and versatility.

This change not only improved the combat effectiveness of the infantry, but also marked the end of the traditional combat mode of light infantry.

He knew very well that his adopted grandfather who had experienced the baptism of war must have been able to see this. After all, this old man was so amazing that he could be regarded as a model of both military and political prowess.

At the same time, he knew more clearly that the old men from that era were believers in the belief that "our infantry is invincible in the world".

The end of the traditional light infantry model must make this old man feel bad.

In the 17 military reform, many old people were puzzled by the cancellation of the numbers of the once heroic units.

So out of filial piety, he listened to the whole process through his mobile phone, waiting to comfort the old man.

But what greeted him was "You've finished farting? Then get out of here!"

"Damn old man, cross the river... Toot-toot!"

Jiang Shangzhou hung up the phone before he could finish.

Mr. Ling snorted, but everyone in the meeting room burst into laughter.

The atmosphere instantly warmed up and Ms. Wu changed the subject amid laughter.

She sighed, with a hint of self-mockery in her tone, "Mr. Ling, I don't know what's wrong with this kid's brain. Why haven't we discovered these functions?"

It was flattery and a way to tickle the old man's heart, but it was also a heartfelt emotion. She was surprised at Qingyun's innovative thinking.

Jiang Mianheng understood what he meant and said, "I was wondering, are our brains rigid and we can't think of these things?"

His words elicited a few chuckles, but also a hint of self-reflection.

Upon hearing this, Mr. Ling waved his hand and said comfortingly, "Don't underestimate yourselves.

It’s not that your minds are rigid, but your main thoughts are all about development, and you don’t have the wartime consciousness.”

After that, he took out a fruit leather from his bag and looked at them with a joking look on his face.

"Do you know that this thing was originally used by us to transmit information?"

In the stunned eyes of the crowd, the old man burst into laughter and said,
"This thing was first invented for military use. In the past, military letters had to be sent in several copies to ensure that the messages could be delivered immediately.

At the same time, in order to prevent the information from being intercepted by the enemy, it was written on a thin fruit pill made of hawthorn, which was much thinner than the current fruit pill skin, so that the ink could pass through and the writing would last longer.

When in danger, the intelligence officers can eat it directly and digest it immediately. Even if the intelligence officers are killed and then the stomach is cut open and taken out, it is difficult to see anything because it has been chewed into foam and cannot be pieced back together. "

Ms. Wu said in agreement, "I thought it was a note. Is it real?"

Her reaction made Mr. Ling even more proud.

The old man looked at her jokingly and said, “Watch less TV dramas, they are all made up.

The way they play it, those of us who worked in intelligence back then would have nothing left of our ashes.

Compared to eating paper, fruit leather is much safer and does no harm to the body. It is okay to eat a few more. At most, you will feel hungry. "

After saying that, he peeled off the fruit leather in his hand and ate it with a naughty look on his face, which made everyone laugh.

At this time, an old man who had been silent all the time cleared his throat and joined the discussion.

“The story of Mr. Ling may sound like a legend, but it is indeed recorded in history.

When the Qing Dynasty attacked Dzungar, various ingenious ways of transmitting intelligence emerged. Fruit leather was used for military purposes at that time. These are all manifestations of our wisdom.

Jiang Mianheng nodded in agreement: "Indeed, these ancient methods may seem incredible today, but they were extremely effective at the time.

We have more advanced technology now, but innovative thinking and the ability to adapt to the environment are always key.”

Ms. Wu also added: "Yes, whether it is Guodanpi or the cat car, they all reflect a deep understanding of the environment and innovative applications.

We should really draw inspiration from these things and continue to expand our thinking.”

After listening to this, Mr. Ling nodded with satisfaction: "I am very pleased that you can understand this.

War and peace are two completely different states, but no matter in which era, we need to maintain sharp thinking and innovative spirit.

As for wartime thinking..."

His words reveal his expectations and trust in the new generation.

Just as he was about to continue, Jiang Shangzhou hesitated and said:
“Qing Yun said that it would be better to hold a civilian military seminar to pool ideas.

Speaking of folk ideas, some of them are quite reliable.”

When Ms. Wu heard this, her eyes rolled and she frowned: "Isn't this just playing the piano nonsense!"

After saying that, she glanced at the old man furtively.

You can't say this kind of thing casually.

At least not from their mouths.

She knew very well that Qing Yun's proposal was correct, but this boy had no understanding of political logic at all.

How could such a thing be proposed by someone from the economic front?

Do you still want to save the reputation of the General Assembly and the General Logistics Department?
However, Jiang Mianheng sang a different tune at this time, "In fact, I think this idea is worthy of recognition.

Old Zhu, it's nice for you to listen to it for fun. What if there are really one or two good ideas?
Just like the gas tank that Qingyun brought out himself."

The strongest yamen spoke, and Old Zhu, whose face was a little dark, nodded with a smile.
"It's better to let Qingyun participate as well."

Upon hearing this, Mr. Ling slapped the table and said to Jiang Shangzhou with an angry look on his face,
"Xiao Jiang! Call that guy back after the meeting!
You don't do anything all day! You've played for so long, it's time to have enough!
Tell him to go back to his lab and stop wandering around!"

Jiang Shangzhou smiled bitterly and replied, "Yes, Mr. Ling."

Seeing this, Old Zhu quickly softened his tone, "Old Ling, don't be too angry.

Although Qingyun sometimes behaves unexpectedly, his innovative thinking and initiative are worthy of our recognition."

Jiang Mianheng nodded and added: "Yes, Mr. Ling. The younger generation has their own ideas and ways.

We might as well give them some space to try and explore.”

Mr. Ling was silent for a while, then slowly spoke:
"What you said makes sense. But this brat really needs someone to guide him.

He has huge potential, but if he goes in the wrong direction, that could be a big problem.”

……

Friday, October 4

The sunlight shone through the classroom window onto Su Caiwei, giving her outline a golden halo.

There is no need to teach the books anymore, but the work of a counselor still needs to be done.

Anyway, her relationship with Qingyun is known to everyone, so it doesn’t matter whether she resigns from the position of counselor or not. It is better to continue openly.

After all, counselors are part of the administrative system, and having this identity provides them with more options for the future.

There are some things that you can actively refuse, but you cannot be without the qualifications.

She was standing on the podium, carefully explaining the situation and policy course.

This course has only two class hours per semester and is usually taught by a counselor.

The students in the audience were whispering, discussing how Teacher Su was becoming more and more feminine.

Her every movement and every look gradually began to reveal the charm of a mature woman, making it difficult to look away.

Obviously, this only proves that Teacher Xiao Su and Teacher Xiao Qing are always in love.

It is not the students' fault that they were distracted. The main reason is that if the lesson was not taught by a great teacher, ordinary teachers would not have the ability to make it lively, interesting and fascinating.

Teacher Xiao Su, who was used to being lazy, also knew what kind of people college students were like, so he simply compressed the time and gave the students a "realism" course.

"Students," Su Caiwei's voice echoed in the classroom, "This summer, everyone must participate in social practice for no less than 20 working days."

She paused and looked around at the students, making sure everyone was listening to her.

The atmosphere in the classroom immediately became complicated.

Some students, who already knew the importance of this, sat silently in their seats, their eyes revealing maturity and understanding.

Another group of people disagreed and wailed, complaining that their summer vacation time was encroached upon.

"Ah? 20 working days? Doesn't that mean half of the summer vacation is gone?"

"I don't want to go to social practice, I want to go home!" "I said I was going to learn how to drive!"

Su Caiwei felt mixed emotions when she saw these reactions.

She was pleased with those students who had already understood the importance of social practice, but she was speechless for those students who were still complaining.

It’s the second semester of their sophomore year, and these students are still like when they first entered college, knowing nothing and being a complete blank slate.

She now agrees more and more with Qing Yun's point of view. Only by allowing students to get in touch with society during winter and summer vacations or even on weekdays and experience the dangers of society can they truly understand the rules that govern how society operates.

"Okay, okay, everyone, be quiet for a moment."

Su Caiwei knocked on the podium, and when the classroom quieted down, she continued,

“I know this may be a little sudden for some of you, but please believe me, this is not just for academic credits, but also to give you more bargaining chips in future competitions.

This is not only an opportunity to train yourself, but also an important addition to your personal resume.

If you want to join the party in the future, or strive for a place in graduate school, the experience of these activities will make you stand out among many competitors.

Not to mention, for those students who aspire to be selected as civil servants, these experiences will be a plus for you.

I really don’t want to see you coming to me to complain in the future because you don’t get enough points in moral education.

Believe me, every year there are students who fail because of this.

So take it seriously and don’t wait until you need it to regret not being prepared.”

After Su Caiwei finished speaking, the students in the classroom began to whisper to each other, discussing how to choose appropriate social practice activities.

She knew that, at least at this moment, she had successfully made some students realize the importance of social practice.

As for those who still don't listen...

You are all college students, adults already, and you should be responsible for your own actions.

"Now listen to me, we have many ways and methods to choose from, including teaching, environmental protection, respecting the elderly and internship activities..."

Halfway through the course, Kong Ziqian suddenly felt discomfort in his lower abdomen.

He was restless and anxious, but he didn't dare to leave during Teacher Xiao Su's class.

The main thing is that I don't know which damn bastard in the Software Institute of Yanhuang Group is actually trying out the 'photo taking and roll call' thing!
Just because you’ve been caught in the rain, you want to tear up other people’s umbrellas, right?
Can't we wait until they graduate before trying again? !
Qing Yun, who was standing beside him, noticed his embarrassment and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong with you? Do you have a sore on your butt?"

It just so happened that they were going to take photos and take roll calls in this class, so no one would say anything if he wasn't there. But it was Friday afternoon, and he had been spending every day in the lab recently, so after class he could just go home early with Su Daji.

As for Mr. Chen...

She said that she was busy with official duties and did not have the time to come to the school to check in, so she let Sister Su handle it herself.

Confucius replied in a low voice: "I want to go to the toilet."

Qing Yun rolled his eyes when he heard it, "If you want to go, go ahead."

But then he seemed to remember something, and Yun Di looked at him with a teasing expression, "Do you have to be so weak? Didn't you just have sex in the dormitory before class?"

Confucius made a bitter face and explained, "I drank too much water and couldn't hold it in any longer."

After saying that, he pointed to the camera on the blackboard cryptically and said, "Who knows if it was filmed or not! What if it happened to be filmed when I went out?"

He said that if he followed Mr. Xiaoqing out, everything would be fine.

At this time, Guo Ke interrupted with a smile: "Kong Xiaopang, something is wrong with you these days! You have frequent urination, urgency, dripping urine, and inability to urinate completely. You need to use Huiyuan Shenbao!"

Confucius Ziqian was teased so much that his face turned red and he stammered, not knowing what to say.

Qing Yun raised his eyebrows, feeling that there was something wrong with this guy.

It seems like something really happened.

"Boss, please accompany me. If you walk out of the classroom, Teacher Su won't say anything." Kong Ziqian looked at Qingyun for help, his eyes full of pleading.

Emperor Yun scorned him, then smiled with a fake smile, "I'm sorry, I don't dare. This would be considered as not giving her face in public, and I will suffer the consequences when I go back home tonight."

Before Kong Ziqian could complain about being a henpecked man, he begged, "Please, Boss, the child is in a hurry!"

Seeing that he was indeed anxious, Qing Yun stood up helplessly, muttering: "Damn it, lazy people are prone to shit and piss! Go, go, go!"

Facing Su Daji's threatening look, the two of them quietly slipped out of the classroom through the back door.

In the bathroom, Kong Ziqian stood nervously in front of the sink, feeling as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

Qing Yun, who was peeing, glanced at him and urged, "What's wrong with you? Go pee quickly, don't dawdle."

It's strange. He said he had to pee urgently, but when he went into the toilet he didn't do anything and just stood there.

Confucius said with a sound of "oh" and slowly moved over. He hesitated for a long time, and finally mustered up the courage and whispered,
"Boss, can you help me see if I'm sick?"

Emperor Yun was stunned when he heard this.

He originally thought that Confucius was just talking nonsense because he had something to tell him.

The result is this...

"You really went to mess around?"

He wasn't too surprised.

After all, I had seen a lot of them in college in my previous life.

I just unconsciously took steps back.

Damn it, could it be that the biochemical matrix has tied a 'red ribbon' around my neck?

Seeing the vigilance and sympathy in Bian Yilao's eyes, Kong Ziqian was about to cry.
"Boss, I really didn't mess around! I... I'm still a congenital magician!"

He wanted to take off the glory, but he had no opponent.

After that, he took off his pants directly, tears streaming down his face, "It hurts so much. It itches and hurts."

Emperor Yun’s face turned green.

Damn, a foul stench is coming!
But after just a quick glance, he was certain.

It shouldn't be a red ribbon, it's just...

Swollen.

Emperor Yun sucked his teeth and shook his head with a look of pain on his face. "I'm not a doctor, but it shouldn't be a big problem. It's just inflammation."

After that, he asked Kong Ziqian to put on his pants and follow him to the school hospital for treatment.

As long as Confucius Qian was telling the truth and had not done anything unclean, then it was no big deal.

Besides, he probably knew what was going on.

After hearing the boss say it was not a big problem, Kong Ziqian became hesitant and didn't want to go.

In other words, I don't want to go to the school hospital.

He is afraid of being famous.

There are medical students doing clinical internships in the school hospital.

Qingyun kicked him and told him with a dark face to hurry up, what if it was too late and he couldn't save it?
Upon hearing this, Kong Xiaopang, who had originally felt a little relieved, became nervous again. He was no longer afraid of becoming famous, and quickly pulled up his pants and left.

Xiaoqing always treats patients, so naturally she has privileges, and she has protected Kong Ziqian's privacy.

But the doctor's words made Kong Ziqian wish he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

"Your penis is too long and has been wrapped. I suggest you have it circumcised for better hygiene.

Don't worry, the operation is simple and the recovery is quick."

When Kong Ziqian heard this, his face turned pale instantly, and he stammered, "Will it hurt?"

The doctor comforted me: "You will be anesthetized during the operation and you won't feel any pain.

You may feel a little uncomfortable after the operation, but if you take the medicine on time and keep clean, you will recover quickly, basically in less than a month...

It is better to do it in the spring now, so that the recovery is faster. Of course, it can also be done in the summer, as it is more convenient to take care of it in the summer."

After understanding the precautions, Kong Ziqian quickly said, "Summer! Summer!"

He doesn't need to do any social practice. He stays at home in the summer and doesn't need to see anyone.

It would be so embarrassing in school.

The doctor smiled and understood the boy's mentality. He prescribed some oral antibiotics and potassium permanganate solution for cleaning. He also told him to turn it over and wash it more often, change his underwear frequently, smoke and drink less, avoid spicy food, etc.

Kong Ziqian said that he was a smoker and didn't like drinking alcohol, and spicy food...

As a Hujian person who dips dumplings in ketchup, what the hell is spicy?

……

(End of this chapter)