Courtyard House: My Hidden Wheat Seeds Caused a National Sensation

Li Jianye gently rolled up the blueprints and glanced at the crowd below the stage, whose expressions varied.

Those gazes cast upon me contained doubt, curiosity, and a complex mix of emotions.

"Then, let's begin."

He walked forward, his voice clear and firm, "The creation of this machine stemmed from a simple wish: to alleviate the hardship of labor for the villagers who toil in the fields."

Its core design principle is to liberate labor.

The advantage of tracked tillers lies in their strong adaptability to complex terrain, making them especially suitable for intensive cultivation of small, scattered plots of land.

It has a simple structure, is easy to manufacture, and is equally convenient to transport and assemble, resulting in considerable production efficiency.

At the heart of all design lies "practicability".

Four words.

The core technology of this machine lies in its power system.

As Li Jianye's explanation progressed step by step, the audience's expressions gradually changed from curiosity to astonishment.

In order to maintain his status as someone who "never attended school"

With his simple image, he deliberately transformed complex mechanical principles and difficult engineering terms into the most plain and simple language.

In this way, even ordinary workers with no technical background can clearly understand how the machine works.

However, it was precisely this simple and easy-to-understand explanation that gave Liu Weiping and the other highly educated young people an unprecedented shock.

They were astonished to discover that Li Jianye's analysis of the problem was more thorough and his explanation of the logic more clear than that of a professor in a university lecture hall.

This is truly unbelievable.

"Is he... really just a farmer?"

Liu Weiping stood there, stunned and completely bewildered.

He had prepared several tricky questions to test the other party's abilities, but now he found himself speechless.

Li Jianye had already broken down and explained every step and every consideration, even the basic details such as why tracks were chosen instead of wheels, how to balance material strength, and the relationship between pressure and support area.

"Did he really never attend school even once?"

The officials present looked at each other, deeply shocked.

They all felt the same way: with this person's eloquence and insight into technology, he was fully qualified to stand on the podium of a university.

That's all I wanted to say. Do you have any further questions?

Li Jianye smiled and glanced across the room.

Seeing that no one responded, he looked at Director Yang standing to the side.

Factory Director Yang was overwhelmed with emotion and could hardly contain himself.

When he first received the assignment, he was secretly worried that his superiors had assigned someone who needed special attention. Now he suddenly realized that this was not a burden at all, but rather the arrival of a truly powerful and unassuming "Buddha".

!

"Since no one has any objections,"

Suppressing his excitement, Factory Director Yang announced in a loud voice, "Then, the production of small tracked tillers shall commence immediately!"

"OK."

Li Jianye nodded calmly, "I will distribute the broken-down design drawings to each production team as soon as possible."

……

Almost at the same moment, in a quiet courtyard somewhere in Beijing.

A person respectfully addressed as "Master H"

The elderly man was holding a thick stack of files and carefully flipping through them.

The owner of the file was Li Jianye.

It meticulously records every detail of his growth process, including some childhood anecdotes that are not easily shared with outsiders.

"He and Qin Huairu, a girl from the same village, have been childhood sweethearts... They often play together, and he even takes her to school every day. Because his family is poor and he cannot afford to go to school, he spends his time reading and studying in the library while Qin Huairu is in class. He even won the favor of the librarian, who personally taught him to read and write... No wonder this young man has no crude manners, but rather exudes a scholarly composure."

To possess such knowledge and ability without ever having stepped into a school is truly a gift.

Mr. H put down the file on Li Jianye, sighed softly, and revealed undisguised admiration in his eyes.

He then picked up another file.

This file belongs to a woman named Qin Huairu.

"Qin Huairu was born on August 12, 1933... Her family was once quite wealthy, which enabled her to go to school."

Later, due to the turbulent times, he gradually neglected his studies.

After Li Jianye dropped her off at the school gate each time, she would pretend to go into the classroom, but in reality, she would often sneak out of the school to play around with her friends.

Therefore, despite having formal educational experience, they did not accumulate much real knowledge or skills.

Afterwards, her family paid for her to buy a junior high school graduation certificate... Ah, it's a blessing that such a woman could not marry Jianye.

As for her father being transferred to the Northwest to participate in construction... Good riddance! Such a person should be tempered there sooner rather than later.

After reading it, Mr. H shook his head slightly, his words carrying a hint of relief, but also a touch of sternness.

He was indeed gratified that such a rare talent as Li Jianye had not been entangled with a woman like Qin Huairu; otherwise, his future would likely have been tarnished.

"I wonder how Jianye's progress is at the steel rolling mill?"

He looked out the window, a hint of expectation in his eyes.

Mr. H's thoughts were still lingering on the plow that was still just a drawing, and his fingertips unconsciously tapped lightly on the table.

Just then, the phone rang abruptly, breaking the silence of the office.

He picked up the receiver.

In just a few words, the doubt on his face was replaced by surprise, and then that surprise turned into uncontrollable excitement.

"good!"

He couldn't help but raise his voice, praising repeatedly into the microphone, "Well done! He actually made it happen, even those arrogant leaders and students at the steel mill are convinced... Amazing."

After a brief pause, he muttered to himself, "If the machine proves to be reliable after the trial production, he deserves the title of a Level 8 agricultural machinery engineer."

……

The noise in the conference room gradually subsided, and Li Jianye walked out alone.

The factory leaders originally suggested hosting a small banquet to celebrate, but the canteen simply couldn't offer any decent dishes—yesterday's hospitality had exhausted their supplies, so they had to give up on the idea.

Li Jianye simply smiled indifferently at this.

He had two other important things to do at the moment: first, to buy a bicycle for transportation, and then to go to the Academy of Agricultural Sciences.

……

In the fitter's workshop, the machines hummed softly.

When Yi Zhonghai returned from outside, his face was so dark it looked like it could be wrung out of water, showing not a trace of joy.

"Master, how is the situation?"

Jia Dongxu immediately stepped forward and asked in a low voice.

They had agreed yesterday to exploit Li Jianye's weaknesses—how could a farmer who toils in the fields and has never had a proper education really know anything about technology? Their flaws should have been easy to spot.

"Don't even mention it."

Yi Zhonghai glanced at his apprentice with annoyance, his tone full of frustration, "I don't know what kind of luck he had, or if he had a master guiding him, but he actually laid out the entire set of design drawings, and even explained the principles inside in great detail, leaving no room for criticism."

Even now, he still firmly believes that those exquisite drawings were plagiarized and that those fluent explanations were nothing more than memorized scripts.

This was the deep-seated arrogance of an eighth-grade fitter, and also a blind spot he couldn't understand.

"What?"

Jia Dongxu was stunned, somewhat flustered. "Then... we're just going to let it go like this?"

"What's the rush?"

Yi Zhonghai waved his hand, his expression regaining some of its gloomy sophistication. "A peasant is still a peasant. Can he pretend for a while, or for a lifetime? His true colors will be revealed sooner or later."

"But are we just going to wait here and do nothing?"

Jia Dongxu looked resentful. "Master, I'm really angry about this!"

"We can't just wait idly."

Yi Zhonghai's eyes turned cold. Yesterday's losses felt like a thorn in his heart. "We need to let everyone in the factory 'get to know' this new level 13 technician."

A farmer who had never been to school suddenly became a cadre, in charge of a new project that the entire factory was eagerly anticipating… When word got out, how could the workers not have something to say? Public opinion is powerful; once enough people started talking about it, the higher-ups couldn't withstand the pressure and naturally had to let him go.

"Wow, that's brilliant, Master!"

Jia Dongxu's eyes lit up.

"remember,"

Yi Zhonghai leaned forward slightly, lowered his voice, and spoke in a tone as if imparting a secret, "You have to say it nicely, so it sounds like you're praising someone."

"How should I put it?"

"for example,"

Yi Zhonghai cleared his throat and began to demonstrate, "You just say this to people: 'You know, our factory's new level 13 technician, Li Jianye, lives in our compound. He's the one who came to visit with the leaders the other day...'"

He paused, observing his disciple's expression of understanding, and continued to instruct him:

"Starting like this will naturally pique people's curiosity."

When he asks you for details, you continue: "Technician Li is really remarkable. Although he doesn't have much formal education, he relied entirely on his own hard work to become a level 13 technician."

I admire him very much and am thinking about how to learn a few tricks from him.

""

"Understood, Master!"

Jia Dongxu nodded repeatedly, a knowing smile appearing on his face.

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In the afternoon, as the rain slanted down, the water droplets on the eaves formed a beaded curtain.

Yi Zhonghai put down his enamel teacup and glanced at his apprentice's bewildered face.

"How much of what you just said do you remember?"

Jia Dongxu rubbed his rough palms together: "You said that when you meet people, you should speak frankly and leave some room for maneuver."

"more than."

The old fitter's fingers tapped on the old wooden table, making a thumping sound. "Good words should be spoken like pebbles—smooth, heavy, and capable of creating ripples when thrown into water."

You said Li Jianye is young and promising; to others it's praise, but to different people it sounds like sour grapes.

He paused for a moment, then said, "Words travel on the wind, and their appearance changes beyond your control."

The young man's eyes suddenly lit up, and he slapped his thigh: "Master, that was brilliant! It's simply... simply a fox spirit!"

Yi Zhonghai's lips twitched.

"That's called strategic planning."

He rubbed his temples and sighed, "I'll have to consult the dictionary more often from now on."

Ever since he was tricked by Granny Jia the day before yesterday, he has been waking up in the middle of the night, thinking that his apprentice is too naive and needs to be carefully trained so that he will not cause trouble.

Fortunately, Dongxu was kind-hearted and took every word of advice to heart.

"I'm going to Xinhua Bookstore tomorrow morning!"

As Jia Dongxu solemnly agreed, similar whispers were also emanating from the west wing.

Jia Zhangshi sat cross-legged on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), with her five-year-old grandson nestled in front of her knees.

The child's eyes were red-rimmed, and his fingers unconsciously picked at the patch.

"My belly is pressed against my spine."

A faint sob mingled with the sound of rain.

"My dear grandson, please be patient."

A withered hand stroked the boy's sparse hair. "Your mother went back to the production team, and your maternal grandfather is in charge of the granary key."

A low chuckle escaped her throat, and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes formed a cunning web. "But that family in the front yard—the new young man has four hundred dollars in his pocket, how can they not be living the high life?"

The child suddenly stopped crying, and his dark eyes looked like pebbles soaked in oil.

"Is there meat?"

"His place had the strongest grease and grime smell on the whole street."

The old woman lowered her voice, "While everyone is at work now, go and take a look."

See something good...

She made a scooping motion, "Just think of it as taking back something from our home."

The boy smacked his lips, drool glistening at the corners of his mouth.

"I'll leave only mouse holes in his house!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already plunged into the rain.

Jia Zhangshi leaned against the door frame and watched her go. On the other side of the rain curtain, a thin shadow darted across the blue brick ground like a raccoon cat and stopped in front of the brand-new cypress door on the east side of the hanging flower gate.

The lock on Li Jianye's door was smashed yesterday.

It was late at night when the meeting ended, and he didn't have time to buy a new lock.

So the door remained ajar.

The stick easily slipped inside.

"Where are the good things hidden?"

He stood in the center of the room, his gaze sweeping around before finally settling on the old cabinet.

"It must be there!"

He crept closer and suddenly pulled open the cabinet door—

It was completely empty inside, without even a speck of dust.

"How could there not be?"

Banggeng frowned, turned around and began searching the room.