The train driver in the courtyard

Inside the Academy of Sciences.

Mr. Guo listened to the progress of the development of the 107 machine at the Beijing Institute of Computing Technology.

"Deputy Director Chen, you have done a great job, but we must strengthen the defense of the Red Star Computing Institute!"

"Old Wang and his gang are only interested in academic research, but in fact they are all dull-witted and ignorant of worldly matters.

As the head of the Institute of Computing Technology, you must keep a close watch and not allow anything to happen that is unfavorable to us."

Hearing what Mr. Guo said, Deputy Director Chen's face flushed with excitement, and he nodded repeatedly: "President, you can rest assured! As long as I am watching, those people at the Red Star Computing Institute will never make any substantial progress."

As soon as Deputy Director Chen finished speaking, there was a crisp knock on the door from outside.

The person who came in was a clerk from the Logistics Department of the Academy of Sciences, holding a brand new journal in his hand.

"Dean, this is the latest issue of the Journal of Chemical Industry and Engineering. I sent it to you right after it arrived."

In that era, there were two important journals in the field of chemistry in China.

One is Science Bulletin, sponsored by the Academy of Sciences. This journal covers research results from multiple disciplines and often publishes major advances in the field of chemistry, similar to a propaganda newspaper.

The other one is the "Journal of Chemical Industry" sponsored by the Chemical Industry Society. It mainly focuses on the research of chemical engineering and technology, such as the optimization of chemical production processes and innovative design of equipment. It is a professional journal.

Although Mr. Guo is a poet, as the president of the Academy of Sciences, he believes that it is his responsibility to fully understand the cutting-edge developments in domestic physics, chemistry and other disciplines.

Therefore, each latest issue of "Journal of Chemical Industry" would be delivered to his desk as soon as possible for him to read and study.

"Deputy Director Chen, keep working hard. When the 107 machine is successfully developed, I will definitely give you credit. Old Wang, you are only suitable for academic research."

Mr. Guo spoke casually while flipping open the journal in front of him.

However, after just turning a page, his originally relaxed brows instantly frowned, as if being pulled by an invisible force.

"On the role of the Patriotic Czochralski method in purifying silicon crystals"

"Patriotism? The train driver?"

"No, it's impossible."

Mr. Guo's face suddenly changed. He hurriedly looked up the paper according to the catalog, eager to verify his guess.

In fact, he could not really understand the complicated professional content in the paper, but his eyes were attracted by a magnet and fell directly on the column of the paper author.

"Li Aiguo from the Red Star Computing Institute, Zhao Xinming from the 1013 Institute." When he saw these names, Mr. Guo felt as if he had been struck by a bolt from the blue, as if his whole body had been hit by an electric current. He froze in place, his head buzzing.

He just couldn't understand why he had already contacted Institute 1013 privately and repeatedly told them not to cooperate with the Red Star Computing Institute.

Why did the Red Star Computing Institute still get help from the 1013 Institute, and now it has even produced research results on silicon crystallization and even published them in such an authoritative journal?

It was like a loud slap in the face.

"President, don't worry. Things in the Institute of Computing Technology..." Deputy Director Chen was still talking endlessly about his loyalty, completely unaware of President Guo's abnormality.

But when he inadvertently caught a glimpse of Dean Guo's deathly pale face and saw his name on the paper, his heart skipped a beat and he immediately realized that something was wrong.

"Dean, there are some urgent tasks in the institute that I need to arrange. I'll go back first." Seeing that the situation was not good, he did not bother to finish the rest of his words. He ended the report hastily and left the office in a hurry.

After walking out of the office, Deputy Director Chen looked up at the dazzling sun in the sky and felt a little dazed for a moment.

"President Guo is very popular. Although he is not a scientist, he can serve as the president of the Academy of Sciences. Now even the Red Star Computing Institute can't stop him."

A breeze blew, and the leaves rustled.

Deputy Director Chen muttered softly, "The sky may be changing." He walked away with a gloomy face and his hands behind his back.

In the office, Mr. Guo was still sitting in his chair, brows furrowed, puzzled.

After hesitating for a long time, he finally picked up the phone and dialed the number of Institute 1013.

"Lao Liang, I heard that your institute has made new achievements. Congratulations! On behalf of the Academy of Sciences, I would like to express my sincerest congratulations to you.

It’s just that I don’t quite understand this paper. Why is the name of Li Aiguo from the Red Star Computing Institute on it? ”

Mr. Guo tried his best to make his tone sound calm and natural.

"Really? Okay, okay."

After hanging up the phone, President Guo let out a long sigh and leaned back in his chair.

The phone call did not answer the doubts in his mind.

Deputy Director Liang had completely forgotten what he had promised to President Guo, and said that the cooperation with the Red Star Computing Institute was something the two sides had already decided on.
Dean Guo felt bitter but couldn't say it. After all, his behavior of privately greeting Institute 1013 was already overstepping the boundaries and not in accordance with the rules.

It's just that Deputy Director Liang has always been sensible.
"What is going on?" For the first time, Dean Guo felt as if he had lost control of the situation. The confidence and sense of superiority that he had in control of everything disappeared in an instant.

However, Mr. Guo is not someone who will be easily defeated.

Soon, he cheered up, took out a large piece of white paper from the drawer, picked up a pen, and wrote a few vigorous and powerful words:
"The square is filled with people like a sea, and the monument is so majestic that the sky seems to be dwarfed.

Two suns appeared on earth, adding splendor to the heavens and the earth."

******
After working hard for a month and a week at Institute 1013, we finally produced qualified single crystal silicon.

Now the single crystal silicon has been handed over to Professor Xia Zhongsu's project team for further processing.

Li Aiguo could finally breathe a sigh of relief and gave himself two days off to have a good rest.

Today is the weekend. Early in the morning, Chen Xueru took Xiao Hongsheng to the tailor shop to see Chen Fangxuan.

Our Li Aiguo was so good that he slept soundly until after nine in the morning and didn't wake up yet.

The compound always seems particularly lively on weekends.

The setting sun shines lazily on the blue bricks of the courtyard, the honeycomb coal stove emits crackling sparks, and the smoke from the cooking rises with the aroma of fried sauce.

The children ran around the yard chasing the iron rings, and the enamel pots made a clinking sound.

The sound of palm-leaf fans mingles with the gossips of family life, and the flowered shirts on the clothesline still drip with the noise of the world.

It was very lively outside, but the atmosphere inside the Jia family's house was very depressing.

Ever since Jia Zhang was taken to the shelter, Jia Dongxu has been like a nail on his butt, jumping up and down, trying his best to get Jia Zhang back.

"Qin Huairu, my mother is always very kind to you. Now that she's been arrested, you still have the mind to sit here and eat?"

Qin Huairu held the steamed bread in her hand, sighed helplessly, and said: "We have tried all the tricks we can think of, but the neighbors in the compound are not very proactive, what can I do?

I can’t go and get the old lady back by myself.”

Whenever Qin Huairu thought of this, she became furious.

After Jia Zhang was captured, according to Jia Dongxu's unreliable idea, the residents in the compound had to gather at Jia's house as if they were listening to his orders, and then, under the leadership of Jia Dongxu, they brought Jia Zhang back from the shelter.

Qin Huairu felt that Jia Dongxu was too naive, but she didn't dare to persuade him.

"These people really have no neighborliness at all! My mother treated them so well on weekdays and always thought of sharing some delicious food with them, but in the end, they are all ungrateful!"

Jia Dongxu said angrily, "It seems that I have to do it myself. No one else can be trusted."

In order to save Jia Zhang, Jia Dongxu decided to humble himself and talk to the residents.

His first stop, naturally, was Yi Zhonghai's house.

When Jia Dongxu and Qin Huairu knocked on Yi Zhonghai's door, Yi Zhonghai had just finished breakfast and was drinking tea.

"Oh, it's Dongxu and Huairu, come in, come in." Compared with usual, Yi Zhonghai was so enthusiastic that he shouted at the aunt to bring out two stools with a smile on his face.

Jia Dongxu sat down and explained his purpose directly: "Master, my mother has been arrested, you can't just stand by and watch.

You are a great man, as long as you come forward to write a joint letter, all the residents must sign it. Just a word from you can save my mother. "

"Oh, Dongxu, you are so confused." Yi Zhonghai picked up the enamel pot and drank a sip of tea: "Your mother has committed a crime this time. Director Wang of the Street Office is very angry. If she doesn't vent her anger, she will definitely not let it go. Don't mess around here, it's useless."

"Then my mother will have to be sent back?"

"That's perfect... Oh, this is indeed a big problem." Yi Zhonghai reacted and quickly changed his words, his expression a little unnatural, "Dongxu, don't worry, let your mother stay in the countryside for a while, I will definitely find a way to bring her back. Just like last time, don't worry."

Yi Zhonghai knew very well that this matter was not that easy, but he had to fool Jia Dongxu first.

Jia Dongxu is not a three-year-old child, he is very smart.

In fact, he had already asked the third uncle, and he knew very well that if Jia Zhang went back this time, she would never be able to come back.

He also heard that Yi Zhonghai was trying to shirk responsibility, and he felt very annoyed, but there was nothing he could do.

"Master, you are busy, I will think of a solution."

"Come to my house more often when you have time."

After Jia Dongxu and Qin Huairu left, the aunt closed the door and turned to look at Yi Zhonghai: "Old Yi, what are you doing? Did you piss off Jia Dongxu?"

"He, Dongxu hasn't figured it out yet. When he does, he'll thank me." Yi Zhonghai smiled as he drank his tea, "If Jia Zhang is driven back to the countryside, the Jia family will have one less person, and they'll be able to live a more comfortable life."

Of course, he didn't mention the more important point: the conditions in the countryside were extremely poor. If Jia Zhang went back, she might die in no time.

By then, Jia Dongxu would be his son! His wishful thinking went smoothly.

The aunt knew what Yi Zhonghai was up to, so she didn't say anything. She thought to herself, "Just do it. Who knows what kind of trouble will come out of it in the future."

Jia Dongxu left Yi Zhonghai's house angrily, spitting: "I knew this old guy was unreliable! He pretends to be a decent person on weekdays, but he becomes a jerk at the critical moment."

"Then what should we do?" Qin Huairu actually agreed with Yi Zhonghai's approach, but did not dare to say it out loud.

Jia Dongxu snorted coldly: "If Yi Zhonghai doesn't show up, then I will go to the residents one by one! I don't believe that there is no conscience among so many people."

In Jia Dongxu's opinion, Jia Zhang is so popular and is always eager to help everyone. As long as he visits them, the residents will definitely sign their names on the joint letter enthusiastically.

Jia Dongxu returned home and wrote a letter.

"Dear street office leaders, we are residents of the courtyard. Jia Zhang in our courtyard is helpful, respectful, selfless, and helpful. We are always ready to help the poor and needy, and we are always ready to help others. We are always ready to help others, and we are always ready to help others. We are always ready to help others, and we are always ready to help others. (Three million words omitted here) Therefore, we collectively beg the street office to consider our feelings and forgive Jia Zhang for this (crossed out) time."

After writing the letter, Jia Dongxu set off again with Qin Huairu.

This time he chose the third uncle's house.

"Yan Jiecheng, please sign your name on it."

"What the hell, you want me to sign this?" Yan Jiecheng stood up from Yu Li's side and took the letter. After just one look, he couldn't help rubbing his eyes: "Jia Dongxu, who is this person?"

"My mother!"

"Hehe, if you hadn't told me, I would have thought it was the Queen Mother." Yan Jiecheng curled his lips and handed the letter back.

"Why? We are all neighbors in the same compound, and you don't want to help?" Jia Dongxu was furious: "My mother is so good to you, do you have any conscience?"

Yan Jiecheng straightened his chest and said, "I'm sorry. Although my bottom line is not high, it has not reached the point where I can lie with my eyes open. I can't sign this letter of yours."

Jia Dongxu: "."

Jia Dongxu was not discouraged. Even without Yan Jiecheng, he still had his third uncle.

"Teacher Yan, you are an old teacher and also the third uncle in our compound. I still need your help with my mother's matter." Jia Dongxu put the letter on the table.

The third uncle cried out, stood up suddenly, and ran out of the house at an unprecedented speed.

"My pen is out of ink. Jia Dongxu, wait a minute, I'll buy some ink now."

Jia Dongxu scratched his head and picked up the ink on the table: "Uncle, there is another bottle of ink here."

After a while.

"People are no longer as they used to be. Even the old teachers are so heartless. My mother did go to the street office to report Yan Bugui's fake background, but that was for the sake of the reputation of the compound. Besides, wasn't Yan Bugui arrested?"

Jia Dongxu began to mutter, getting angrier and angrier. "Now I ask him to help me with a little favor, but he stays away from me. As expected, not everyone in this world is as kind as me."

Jia Dongxu walked out of the uncle's house cursing. He stopped and turned to look at Qin Huairu.

"What's your expression?"

Jia Dongxu felt a little unhappy when he saw that Qin Huairu's expression was a little strange.

Qin Huairu slowly stretched out her hand, closed her wide-open mouth, and forced a smile: "Yes, they have no conscience!"

Jia Dongxu: "."

He felt that Qin Huairu, his daughter-in-law, was too unfilial.

At this time, Xu Damao walked by humming a little tune.

Jia Dongxu immediately rushed over and blocked Xu Damao's way. "Da Mao, this is a joint letter. Please sign your name. The grudge between our two families will be written off."

"Get out!" Xu Damao widened his eyes and raised his fist.

"Okay, okay." Jia Dongxu quickly dodged to the side.

After going around in circles, Jia Dongxu didn't even get a single autograph. Of course, he also wanted to go to Li Aiguo's house to get an autograph, but after hesitating for a long time he didn't dare to knock on the door.

Ding-ling-ling. A crisp bell sounded. Jia Dongxu turned his head and saw that it was the postman pushing a bicycle over. He asked curiously, "Brother Wang, whose letter is this?"

"I'm not delivering a letter today. I'm delivering the royalties to Li Aiguo." As he spoke, the postman walked to Li's door and knocked.

Li Aiguo yawned, walked over in his cloth shoes and opened the door.

"Aiguo, here's your remittance, and here's a magazine." The postman took it out of the parcel and handed it over.

Li Aiguo was about to take it when He Yushui rushed over and snatched it.

"Brother, let me take a look first."

"Wow, three dollars and twenty-five cents for the manuscript, this is much more than what those people who write novels earn." He Yushui took the remittance slip and took a look at it, then opened the magazine: "Journal of Chemical Industry and Engineering. What kind of magazine is this? I have never heard of it."

He Yushui thought it was a magazine like a pictorial, and immediately lost interest in it.

At this time, there were already quite a few people gathered at the door of Li's house.

Nowadays, being able to publish an article in a newspaper or magazine is considered a great event.

The uncle who had just gone to buy ink appeared in the crowd. "Journal of Chemical Industry and Engineering. It seems to be a professional chemical journal."

"What are you doing here?" Li Aiguo grabbed the magazine and remittance slip, turned around and went into the house.

Yan Jiecheng scratched his head: "This is a big happy event, why doesn't Brother Aiguo want to celebrate?"

"He is a person who often publishes articles in newspapers. It is a great joy for us, but it means nothing to him at all." Xu Damao said.

When he thought about his neighbor publishing another article, Xu Damao, the projectionist who had not even learned pinyin, raised his head proudly.

"Indeed, Aiguo has published many articles in the past two years."

"How much corn flour can I buy with the three yuan manuscript fee?"

"Tsk tsk. Chen Xueru is a lucky girl."

In the crowd, Qin Huairu's mood became depressed.

Jia Dongxu only took home a little over two yuan last month, while Li Aiguo earned more than three yuan just by publishing an article.

If she had been able to hold on a little longer, Chen Xueru wouldn't be in trouble now.

Qin Huairu was sure that she regretted it.

******
Jia Dongxu was busy in the compound for several days, visiting residents door to door.

Although a few families signed their names on the joint letter for the sake of face, the subdistrict office still decided to send Jia Zhang back to Jiajiazhuang.

It was Wednesday morning, just as the sky was getting light.

Li Aiguo got up, had breakfast, and prepared to go to work at the Red Star Computing Institute.

As soon as I reached the gate of the courtyard, I saw Yi Zhonghai found a donkey cart and parked it there.

Under the supervision of Secretary Zhang from the Street Office, Jia Zhang looked back every few steps, pretended to wipe her tears, and got on the donkey cart reluctantly.

"Dongxu, mom is back. Don't forget her."

"Mom, don't worry, I will definitely take you here as soon as possible."

"Huai Ru, I admit that I have treated you badly over the years. You may be resentful of me."

"Mom, look at what you said. You are my mother, how can I be so stingy." Qin Huairu looked sad, but she was very happy in her heart.

"Yi Zhonghai, you can't take my son away."

"."Yi Zhonghai was silent.

He took a deep breath and looked at Secretary Zhang: "Old Zhang, it's getting late, hurry up and send Jia Zhang on her way."

Oops, he accidentally said what was in his heart, Yi Zhonghai smiled awkwardly.

Jia Zhangshi: "."

If it were in the past, Jia Zhang would have definitely scolded Yi Zhonghai to death.

But at this moment, she had lost the strength to speak.

With the help of Secretary Zhang, Jia Zhang sat on the donkey cart.

When Jia Zhang saw Li Aiguo pushing his bicycle out, her face suddenly turned gloomy.

Damn Li Aiguo, if it weren’t for you, I, an old woman, wouldn’t have been in such a disaster.

Of course, Jia Zhang didn't dare to curse out loud.

She also looks forward to returning to the courtyard one day.

The driver raised his whip, and the donkey cart slowly drove away from the courtyard, taking Jia Zhang away.

The courtyard was suddenly filled with laughter.

"The days without Jia Zhang are good days!" Xu Damao laughed while standing under the eaves.

At this time in the Jiajiazhuang Commune, Secretary Jia stood on the stage, using a loud speaker to inform the members of the news that Jia Zhang was coming back.

All the members stared in shock.

"Last time Jia Zhang fed the pigs, the pigs became thinner and she became fatter."

"When Jia Zhang hoes the field, all the wheat seedlings are gone, and only weeds are left."

"Jia Zhang was herding sheep, the sheep were lost, and Jia Zhang came back."

"Secretary, we can't let this evil come back to trouble us again."

Secretary Jia looked at the angry members, pressed his hands down, and after the members calmed down, he sighed and said, "Guys, I know you have a problem with Jia Zhang, but Jia Zhang is a member of our commune after all.

We should find a way to help her get rid of her bad habits and reform herself through labor."

That’s what they said, but no one could think of a good solution for an old hag like Jia Zhang.

At this time, the accountant adjusted the frame of his glasses and stood up: "The manure team is always short of people, so let Jia Zhang work with those bad guys."

This proposal was immediately approved by the members.

The only resources in the manure team are pig manure, cow manure, human manure and other kinds of manure.

Jia Zhang can't possibly be cheating, right?

The donkey cart arrived at Jiajiazhuang Commune in the evening.

"Ms. Jia Zhang, from today on, you will be a member of our Jiajia Village's manure team." An old man wearing a tall hat rushed over and grabbed Jia Zhang's hand.

Jia Zhang was stunned at first, and was completely confused. After she reacted, her face turned darker and darker, like the bottom of a pot.

She turned around suddenly and shouted at the donkey cart at the top of her lungs: "Wait for me!"

The donkey kicked the ground with all four hooves. At this moment, it was possessed by a BMW. All the previous speed of the donkey cart disappeared at the end of the road, leaving only a cloud of yellow dust.

Jia Zhangshi: "."

Damn Li Aiguo, just wait for me!

(End of this chapter)