Starting from 1950

Chapter 134 Donating Airplanes and Cannons

A white figure rushed into the security office, startling Erhu, who was standing at the door, into trembling.

"Woof woof!"

Xiao Bai put the two dead rats he was holding in his mouth on the ground.

"Hey! Little White caught another mouse!" Yu Feng and Su Yang said.

Su Yang looked at Xiao Bai helplessly, "How many times have I told you, just leave the mice at the door, don't bring them inside."

"Woof woof!"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Bai ran to the door like a gust of wind, threw the two dead rats there, and then ran back, wagging its tail wildly in front of Su Yang.

The saying "a dog catching a mouse is meddling in other people's business" perfectly describes Xiaobai's situation.

In order to outdo Xiaoyu, it started catching mice in the flour factory when it was a month and a half old. Thanks to the modification of the panel, it was quite efficient at catching mice, especially in some special corners that Xiaoyu could not go to.

With two capable assistants in charge, the number of rats in the flour mill has been reduced to a new level.

"This little white thing doesn't look like a wolf at all right now," Yu Feng said with a smile.

Su Yang patted Xiaobai's head and nodded with a light laugh.

Little White is now about four months old and weighs over 30 pounds. It has shed its puppy fur and now has short, stiff, pure white wolf fur that clings to its body and gleams with a cold, hard sheen in the light.

Its body has also grown out of shape; it is no longer a round little beast. Its shoulders and back have sharp lines, its chest muscles are firm, and its limbs are long and powerful. It looks like it has a wild spirit that can run, bite, and endure.

Only his head still retained a hint of childishness, but his ears stood straight up, and his pupils were deep blue, shining like cold stars.

However, thanks to Su Yang's training, it deliberately imitated the habits of dogs. Not only would its tail wag like a dog, but it would also bark like a dog.

"quack!"

Another white figure flew in—it was Xiaoyu!

It moved like lightning, its claws grabbing at Little White's rear end.

Su Yang saw this, shook his head, and did not stop it.

But Xiaobai didn't dodge; instead, it suddenly raised its tail and lashed out at Xiaoyu.

Xiaoyu nimbly turned around and pecked at Xiaobai's waist.

This time, Little White couldn't dodge in time and got pecked squarely!

"Woof woof woof!" Little White barked angrily at Little Jade.

It is no longer afraid to fight with Xiaoyu, but it is not as agile as her and is always ambushed.

Fortunately, despite their bickering, the two pets knew to hold back.

"Go outside and fight!"

Su Yang rolled over and stood up in bed, scolding him irritably.

"Woof woof!"

"Coo coo!"

The wolf and the bird ran off one after the other, uttering threats as they went.

Su Yang, who had been trying to take a break, was woken up by the two noisy guys and lost all sleepiness. He stretched and left the duty room.

"According to reports from the front lines, our ZGRMZYJ and CXRMJ combat capabilities completely overwhelm the enemy in every aspect. The only difficulty is that we do not have enough aircraft, artillery, and other weapons."

In order to enable our brave and skilled soldiers to eliminate more enemies with less sacrifice and achieve final victory in the war as soon as possible, we must quickly supply the front lines with more aircraft, artillery, tanks, anti-aircraft guns, anti-tank guns, and other weapons.

We suggest that patriotic compatriots from all walks of life, regardless of age or gender, launch a patriotic movement to increase production and income, and use part or all of the newly increased income to purchase weapons such as airplanes and artillery, and donate them to the Volunteer Army and the People's Liberation Army to strengthen their power and consolidate our national defense.

Airplanes, artillery, tanks, and other equipment donated from various regions will be named after the donating organizations as a mark of honor!

The broadcast echoed over the flour mill, and Wu Xinxue's clear voice reached Su Yang's ears.

The story of "Chang Xiangyu donating an airplane" from my previous textbook suddenly came to life.

In this time and space, this nationwide donation campaign has been launched in full swing.

Su Yang looked up and felt that the sun was a bit too bright.

With nothing to do, he took his slingshot and strolled around the workshop.

The document Wu Xinxue read aloud was sent to Limin Flour Factory by the higher-ups yesterday. Zhou Zheng called a meeting for all the factory's cadres before the end of the workday yesterday, and Su Yang also joined in the discussion, so he knew about it earlier than the workshop workers.

Most of the workers only found out about this today, so the whole factory was in an uproar after the broadcast was only halfway through!

The roar of the machines in the workshop seemed to have subsided somewhat.

The workers gathered in twos and threes, discussing the matter with solemn yet excited expressions.

"Did you hear that? We're calling for donations of airplanes and artillery for our soldiers!" Old worker Master Wang shouted the loudest, waving his flour-covered arms. "Those damn foreign devils just flaunt their power in the sky with their planes, right? Let's donate more and shoot them down!"

"Easy for you to say!" someone sighed. "How much does an airplane cost? We could work for a year without eating or drinking, and we probably couldn't even afford a wing!"

"If you can't afford wings, can't you at least buy a screw?" Young Li retorted, sticking his neck out. "You know, every little bit counts, right?"

There's strength in numbers! We'll donate even if we have to tighten our belts!

Someone saw Su Yang there and couldn't help but ask, "Little Su, you've been on the battlefield, you must know how much an airplane costs, right?"

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Most of the workers looked at Su Yang upon hearing this.

Su Yang actually knew the price of airplanes; Xiao Yu had overheard it by chance while in the Junzi Hotel.

The so-called "support" from the older brother's side was not actually free.

Seeing the expectant looks on the workers' faces, he laughed and said, "One MiG-15 costs about 15 billion!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the workshop erupted in uproar.

"How many?"

"15 billion? My monthly salary is only a little over 30. How many years would it take me to buy an airplane?"

"Ahem, let me calculate it for you. Without eating or drinking, you'd have to work for over 400 years!"

"My God!"

Many workers who were initially tempted to join were instantly terrified by the terrifying amount.

Seeing that some people were having second thoughts, Su Yang quickly added, "Don't be scared by the price of the planes. Think about it, how many people are there in our country? More than 500 million! Even if each person donates 10,000 yuan, that's more than 5 trillion yuan, enough to buy more than 3,000 planes. And as far as I know, the enemy has only deployed more than 2,000 planes!"

"That makes sense! Our soldiers are risking their lives fighting the foreign devils on the peninsula, what's a little financial contribution from the rear?" Workshop foreman Zhao Sanyuan stepped forward at the right moment and said in a loud voice, "Comrades! You've all heard the broadcast! Supporting the front lines and protecting our homeland is the inescapable responsibility of our working class!"

The factory has tentatively decided that all workers will work overtime this month to increase production and save costs, with the profits from the increased production going towards the first donation! In addition, individual donations are voluntary and can be registered…”

"I'll donate 100,000 yuan!" Master Wang was the first to raise his hand, which was ten days' wages for him.

"I'll donate 50,000 yuan!"

"I'll also donate 30,000 yuan!"

Once someone takes the lead, others immediately follow suit.

The donation frenzy instantly ignited the entire workshop, with even the most frugal workers quietly pulling out crumpled banknotes.

One by one, banknotes, still warm from body heat and dusted with flour, were solemnly registered on red paper that had been temporarily found.

The amounts may vary, but the sentiments are equally profound.