Siheyuan: I eat melons while doing scientific research

Chapter 1431 Still Immature (4k)

Gao Zhendong had no idea that his classmate's wife had already mentally placed a father figure in his heart. He smiled, stood up, turned around, and took a lot of tickets from the inner room, placing them on the reflux stove.

"It's almost Chinese New Year, let's see if you can find anything we're missing here."

He really doesn't need these things, and they've saved the country a lot of money. It's normal for him to ask his close classmates to help him use them.

This startled the partners of several classmates. "I just wanted a washing machine, this..."

Wang Dezhu didn't stand on ceremony; for those of them who had fought alongside each other, this was no big deal. He reached into the pile of tickets and pulled out a pink one.

"Hey, I was just thinking your refrigerator is pretty good. It'll keep you cool on a hot day. I'll take this one, hahaha." He was holding a refrigerator voucher.

Then he casually grabbed a few more food coupons: "Hmm, I'll buy some candy for the kids, hehe~~~~~~"

For him, that's the end of it.

Gao Zhendong had no idea what this was: "You can use this to buy candy?"

Don't you need sugar coupons to buy sugar?
Wang Dezhu laughed heartily: "You're out of touch. Things aren't so clearly separated now. Many ration coupons have been combined into one. Only new things like refrigerators and washing machines have separate coupons. For many other industrial products, industrial coupons are all you need, like bicycles. You can ask them if you don't believe me."

"Old Wang is right," Xie Jianye said cheerfully, while pulling out a few bills he urgently needed. He knew these things, but Gao Zhendong really didn't know much about them. They weren't needed at work, and Gao Zhendong wasn't usually responsible for buying things for his family.

The remaining classmates also became lively, searching for what they urgently needed while laughing at Gao Zhendong for being out of touch with the crowd. With the New Year approaching, they really needed to buy some things for the family; some New Year's goods weren't easy to obtain without coupons.

The sight left the women speechless.

Of the tickets Gao Zhendong had taken out, more than half remained. Without asking further questions, Gao Zhendong casually took them back and tossed them into the inner room. His friends were just anxious, not poor. No one was thinking of taking more to resell; they couldn't bear the shame.

As for Sha Zhu, who's been busy with his work, that guy has never been polite to me. He'll naturally come to me when he needs something.

I had just thought of Sha Zhu when Sha Zhu showed up.

"Hey guys, all ready? Let's take our seats!"

Gao Zhendong stood up and waved his hand.

"Come on, take a seat!"

Although it's not yet Chinese New Year, the sounds of laughter and joy lingered here for a long time.

Every household in the courtyard was decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations. Although the decorations were simple and unpretentious, they illuminated the front and back sections of the courtyard in a vibrant and festive manner.
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Time flies, and it's already the second day of the Lunar New Year. Although most families are celebrating the New Year and enjoying the biggest family reunion festival of the year, some people simply don't have time to rest.

This includes those who need to fight on the front lines, as well as those who have a long-term vision and provide a clear outline.

In a certain place, a leader is reading a letter.

This letter came from a visiting group of S2 flight volunteers from a certain country.

Strictly speaking, calling it a visit is not quite accurate. This was not a formal exchange between countries, but rather a private group visit by individuals out of simple feelings and camaraderie from their past comrades-in-arms.

They were looking for their saviors from Season 2, but in a way, they were also the saviors' benefactors. We still highly acknowledge this kind of shared benefactor.

Well, it's still better than a father and son living in the same bed, right?

"Is everything arranged?" We are quite adept at being hospitable.

"Well, officially, according to regulations, no one has been contacted. However, some comrades have been contacted in their personal capacity, since some of those who fought alongside them have stayed here," a comrade next to him reported.

"That's fine. Provide them with as much convenience as possible, as long as no other problems arise. Be neither obsequious nor arrogant. For our friends who have helped us, no matter what their reasons or motives were when they came to our land, as long as they fought alongside us, they are our friends," the commander said with a smile.

"Yes, don't worry, everything has been arranged. Most of the guests are very satisfied with our approach of bringing back the people from back then for a reunion. Of course, some also want to revisit the old places and experience them firsthand. We haven't refused those either," the comrade who gave the report explained in detail.

"Haha, those who want to revisit this place may have to endure some hardship, especially those who were rescued on the southwest route back then. The conditions there are still quite specific. But it's okay, one day we will build up the whole country so that our friends will never want to leave." The leader's words were full of optimism.

"Yes, we tried our best to provide assistance in this regard, arranging a private jet. Their time is limited, so this was the only arrangement we could make."

"Alright, you go ahead and do your job well. Remember the four-word principle: neither humble nor arrogant. Let me see the letter they brought over."

He only opened the letter in his hand after the comrade who was reporting left.

This is a letter from an overseas ethnic group, but the writer of this letter is somewhat special; he is a scientist.

"...It is suggested that we consider applying for awards in order to further enhance our academic reputation internationally..."

"...Based on observations and evaluations of technological achievements in recent years, several achievements have the potential to win awards..."

"...achievements including the artificial synthesis of bovine insulin, covering multiple fields such as biomedicine and physics..."

Upon reading this, the leader put down the letter and muttered to himself, "The timing isn't right yet, not right at all. Going now would be a waste."

In theory, those who fail to be nominated on their first attempt still have a chance, but as anyone with a discerning eye knows, this actually reduces their actual chances.

He trusted the other party's judgment, but the situation was too complicated and it wasn't a good time.
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At the Southwest Aircraft Research Institute, a colleague stared blankly at his computer screen.

"Hey, team leader, wake up! What are you daydreaming about? What's wrong? Is RTOS too complicated and you've fallen asleep?" a colleague next to me laughed.

"No, no, Comrade Ma's lectures are excellent, explaining things in a simple and easy-to-understand way. They only keep me energized, how could I possibly fall asleep?" the dazed comrade laughed. He sounded like a group leader, but it was unclear which group.

However, since it was Ma Juan's class and RTOS was mentioned, she must be someone who works in flight control.

For those in the tech field, learning something new is the most exciting time; what is sleep then?
"I saw you were in a daze, and I thought you ate too much and couldn't digest it."

The group leader shook his head: "It's not that I can't digest it; it's precisely because I've digested it that I'm spacing out." He was still confident in his learning ability. Moreover, Ma Juan had done a lot of preparation for her lectures, and she had basically achieved a level of clarity that was both informative and easy to understand.

"What did you remember?" The comrade next to him was curious about the reason for his dazed expression.

"I was thinking, with this complete RTOS, wouldn't we be able to put all the aircraft-related data, information, operations, and controls into one operating system?" the team leader asked. "Yes, I think so. Unless there are special reasons that require separation, such as redundancy backups, I think most things can be integrated with our RTOS and equipment data bus and displayed and processed on the same interface."

The equipment data bus was the 1553B that Gao Zhendong brought out.

"What's the point of displaying and processing everything on the same interface? I'm thinking, should we make it bigger?"

"Make it bigger? What do you mean?"

The team leader's eyes shone with light: "What I mean is to integrate the flight control and fire control systems! This way, when the aircraft is aiming during dogfights, the pilot will have fewer things to deal with! They can concentrate their energy on more important things."

In reality, during the 60s, aircraft avionics and weapons were largely independent systems, not to mention flight control systems, and the level of automation in avionics was extremely questionable. For example, the MiG-21 of the North Bear (Berlin) required its radar to go through more than ten steps to lock onto an enemy aircraft; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it a manually operated radar.

Of course, given the MiG-21's radar, which was practically unusable by humans, it wasn't actually very useful.

On the new aircraft at the Southwest Aircraft Design Institute, the situation has improved significantly. After all, the radar is digital, and the core of the fire control system is powerful enough to automatically complete many processes. However, the team leader was still not satisfied.

If Gao Zhendong were here, he would definitely applaud and cheer. The unity of fire and flying... Whether it can be done or not, this idea is too advanced and quite visionary.

As for the integration of fire and information, forget about it. That thing can't hold up at all right now; they're not even on the same level.

"Well... hey, you know what, your idea is pretty interesting. How about we invite the fire control team over too, and we can discuss it together?"

The team leader nodded: "Okay, let's get started!"

The ever-improving hardware and software infrastructure has provided them with increasingly broader opportunities to develop their talents.

They not only brought in fire control engineers, but also Ma Juan. Even if the idea was excellent, whether it could be implemented, and whether the operating system had the capability, depended on Ma Juan's opinion.

The final result was very exciting.

Those working in fire control are very interested, and theoretically, the conditions for implementation are also available.

After all, for those working in fire control, this idea proposed by the flight control team is practically like burning themselves to light up others.

If this idea is realized, the benefits we can see now are all in the fire control sector. The flight control system will completely serve the fire control system during combat, while the flight control team will only create a lot of trouble for themselves and have to solve a lot of problems, without seeing any benefits for the time being.

However, the comrades on the flight control side didn't care. Their idea was simple: everything was for the sake of winning!
"Comrades, then we'll report this to the chief designer." Fortunately, this thing doesn't affect the prototype manufacturing process; it's an application of existing hardware and software resources. Even if there are any special parts that need to be added, they can be gradually improved during subsequent test flights and upgrades.

"it is good."

When Gao Zhendong received the confidential call from the Southwest Institute, he was stunned, but in a very good mood.

The comrades figured out this path on their own, and to be honest, he himself had forgotten about it.

Perhaps they subconsciously avoided it because they considered it too difficult.

However, since his comrades were willing to "seek hardship for themselves," he had a lot to say.

"Flying and fire as one? Great, great, that's a wonderful idea, I support it."

Gao Zhendong's voice came through the microphone, which excited the comrades who were waiting by the phone.

The name was chosen by General Manager Gao, "Flying and Fire in One," which is simple and clear.

"Chief Engineer Gao, the main reason we're calling is to ask you to assess whether the hardware capabilities of the C6132N are sufficient to support our ideas."

After all, Ma Juan is most familiar with RTOS, but she still thinks it would be better to let Gao Zhendong handle the hardware and hardware resources himself.

"We can hold on."

There's nothing it can't handle. The fire control computer of the F-22 is only a 486-level computer. The C6132N can easily handle a 60s-era integrated fire control system.

When Gao Zhendong's affirmative answer reached the Southwest Institute, the comrades couldn't help but cheer.

With both soft and hard measures in place, I now have complete confidence.

Hearing his comrades cheering, Gao Zhendong clearly didn't want to give them such a "easy" deal.

Comrades heard Gao Zhendong's voice coming through the microphone.

"Since you're going to pursue integrated flight and fire technology, I think you might consider taking it a step further. Of course, I don't mean you have to achieve instant success, but you need to consider the foundation and potential for further development."

Huh? Chief Engineer Gao reacted so quickly? He's already considered things further? We've only just heard the idea.

Despite their surprise, the comrades were still very happy, and Chief Engineer Gao even prepared to provide directions for future development.

Whether it's right or wrong, the advice of an expert at this technical level is always worth listening to.

"Chief Engineer Gao, please speak."

"The integrated flight and fire system is mainly used for close combat now, right?" After all, long-range medium-range air-to-air missiles don't require much maneuverability and have little to do with flight control.

"Yes, yes, we just want to solve the problem of combat."

"Have you ever thought about whether you're still one step away from achieving the unity of fire and fire?" Gao Zhendong's words, tinged with amusement, came through the phone.

To be honest, Gao Zhendong himself would have almost forgotten about this if the airborne weapons hadn't already been developed.

One step away? Which step?
Launch a missile? Fire it? But firing it is still up to the pilot to decide. Although it's already quite radical, the comrades aren't so radical as to completely delegate firing to the fire control system.

The comrades didn't expect this, and they didn't have time to think about it; confidential communications don't provide that kind of time.

"Chief Engineer Gao, what do you mean?"

(End of this chapter)