A soft-waisted educated youth has sex with a loyal dog and a rough guy in the 1960s

Although he was annoyed, Lu Yuanzheng still took a few steps closer to show his support.

Fu Jingyou was satisfied.

Turn your head and carefully check the stability of the built-in glass oil bottle, then screw in the small motor wiring.

The motor is powered on and the fan blades in the front cabin spin "whoosh".

Fu Jingyou listened to the sound, took out his lighter and lit it in the tail cabin.

Lu Yuanzheng watched with a frown, not taking it seriously at first, but then he saw the fire flicker normally, and the next second the blue and green colors rolled and intersected.

The initial "whoosh" sound suddenly became stronger and turned into a vigorous "woosh" sound.

Like a strong wind in a summer rainstorm.

At the same time, the visual effect at the bottom of the big firecracker that he looked down upon also came up.

It was just like the rockets and artillery shells launched in previous years, with flames rolling and gushing.

Especially when he saw the big firecracker rising slowly, Lu Yuanzheng turned his head to look at his son-in-law who was smiling like a big monkey, with shock in his eyes.

Could it be possible that he really succeeded?

The mold is not big, but the noise it makes is quite big.

The sound was deafening. Fu Jingyou stared at the "tin bucket" that was getting higher and higher, and had to raise his voice to explain to his father-in-law:
"I heard that our country has introduced turbines, but I didn't know the exact principle, so I figured it out on my own, combining the principles of old equipment mentioned by Teacher Zhuang to study this."

"This is done by sucking in air with the fan blades in the front cabin to increase pressure, and then mixing it with fuel in the combustion chamber in the middle cabin to burn. When the high-temperature air pressure is ejected from the nozzle in the tail cabin, it will generate forward propulsion."

"Dad! Look, it can fly!"

Fu Jingyou's eyes sparkled with a different kind of brilliance, and he looked up at the sky, unable to hide his surging emotions.

In the past, he often heard that reading can change one's destiny, but this was the first time he discovered that reading well could not only change one's own destiny.

It seems that it can really support the destiny of building the motherland...

Lu Yuanzheng was shocked and surprised.

He glanced at his son-in-law, but said nothing. He just looked up and stared at the big firecracker with his son-in-law...

No, it's that iron sheet...

Never mind, it’s that thing anyway.

Lu Yuanzheng and his son-in-law looked up together, watching the thing fly higher and higher, and then...

Lu Yuanzheng's eyebrows, which had just relaxed, suddenly frowned again:

"Why do I...seem to see it getting bigger and bigger?"

Fu Jingyou actually thinks so too.

Blinking hard, Fu Jingyou rubbed his eyes and continued to read, and suddenly his expression changed:
"Oh no, Dad, it seems to have fallen down! Hey, hey, it really fell down!"

The device has limited size and weight. When it rises to a certain height, it will be affected by wind speed and airflow and deviate to other places.

Fu Jingyou was in a hurry and ran in the direction of the device with his head raised.

"..."

no……

There were three question marks above Lu Yuanzheng’s head.

I stood and watched for a moment and saw that the thing falling was still on fire.

Realizing the seriousness of the matter, Lu Yuanzheng quickly spread his legs and started chasing.

While chasing after him, he cursed behind his son-in-law:
"Damn it, you little bastard, you really can cause trouble for me!!!"

Fu Jingyou's experimental device can be said to be successful, but the equipment did not meet the standards.

Short-term burning and high temperatures are fine, but they simply cannot last.

The gas turbine device was launched into the air, but it became soft and melted halfway through the journey.

If the initial sealing and pressurization conditions cannot be met, won’t it fall off?

However, the internal space of the model device is limited, so the oil bottles are fixed outside by Fu Jingyou and transported via metal tubes.

Something fell from the sky and happened to hit the roof of a house in a nearby village.

Kerosene was spilled everywhere, and the fire was so big that it couldn't be put out. …

Before the country started to build, Fu Jingyou gave his father-in-law a big gift.

Not only did he compensate the other party with twenty yuan, but he also got a meal at the police station.

He went out at noon and didn't come back until the evening. Lu Yuanzheng's face was almost swollen, and the look in his eyes was like a knife.

Fu Jingyou scratched his head. He was left at the gate of the Public Security Bureau by his father-in-law. He had no money on him and walked all the way home.

When I got home, I behaved very well and kept my head down for a while.

He was afraid that his father-in-law would get unhappy and overturn the table.

……

After taking a quick shower, Fu Jingyou returned to his room and flipped through his notebook, thinking about how to eliminate and solve the problem.

His son, who was usually cheerful, suddenly ran in holding something.

He hugged his wife's legs and started crying.

"Mom, it's dirty, it's dirty, why can't I wipe it off?"

Lu Miao was crocheting.

I went to a department store when school started a while ago. Not only did I ask people how to knit a sweater, I also learned how to crochet.

Lu Miao thinks crocheting is easier than knitting, and she likes to tinker with it when she has nothing to do.

Seeing her son coming towards her crying, Lu Miao immediately put down the crochet hook and ball of wool, picked up her son and looked at the black thing.

"Ah, how did it become like this? Was it burned or something? It's all burnt."

Lu Miao pushed Fu Jingyou, and Fu Jingyou looked carefully.

Wasn’t the thing that the silly boy took out the locomotive that he had unloaded earlier?
He remembered that he had put it on the pile of firewood when he came back, so how come he still found it?

Seeing that he just looked at her without saying anything, Lu Miao knew that he was most likely involved in this matter.

His son was still beside him, and Lu Miao couldn't say anything to him. He could only coax his son and say:
"Put this aside for now, and I'll buy you a new one in a few days, okay?"

"Woo, woo, no, I want this, mommy, wash it clean, wash the baby clean, okay?"

Dabao had two tears in his black glass-like eyes. He shook his mother's hand, his heart breaking:

"Mother……"

Children's moods are changeable, but Dabao is usually easy to coax.
But this time it was the little train that was on his mind that was set off, and his temper suddenly became irritating.

No matter how Lu Miao was coaxed, he just kept kicking his legs and jumping around like a little carp.

I cried and sweated, just because I wanted a little train, an identical little train.

Tang Mei and Lu Yuanzheng started to worry about it, and Lu Miao also became anxious and irritable, so he closed the door and told them not to bother.

She patiently guided Dabao, but Dabao wouldn't listen.

Fu Jingyou was afraid that the boy would not know the seriousness of the matter and kick his mother somewhere, so he said that he would take him to buy a new one, and only then was he able to appease him.

Lu Miao watched him put a coat on his son, and his delicate face was stern with anger:

"Where can you buy it at this hour of night? You are such a fool, why are you touching children's things?"

If you want to move, just move it, and it has to be something you like.

If there is no noise, there must be something wrong.

Fu Jingyou buttoned up his son's shirt, then lifted the fat boy onto his shoulders and held him:

"Don't worry, I'll be back in a bit."

Of course you can’t buy any train tickets at night.

Fu Jingyou held his son in his arms and paced back and forth in the dark alley beside the house.

The kid was so scared that he asked at first, "Why hasn't Dad arrived yet?"

After being tired from all the noise, and also because it was time for bed, he lay on his father's shoulder like a little piglet, breathing steadily and sleeping soundly. (End of this chapter)