78: Bringing his wife and children to Harbin Institute of Technology

1978, April 9.

Harbin Institute of Technology Admissions Office.

Since the new students enrolled in February, the admissions office, which had been quiet for a long time, has once again become noisy.

"Ye Bingwen got a perfect score in physics; it's obvious he should be studying physics!"

"You're talking nonsense! He got a perfect score in math too, didn't he? Your physics department doesn't have much funding this year, don't hinder his child's development!"

"You're the one talking nonsense!"

"You're talking nonsense!"

It's worth noting that most of the people standing in this office are cultured individuals, and many have studied abroad.

Now he's acting like a noisy, disruptive child, which makes the freshmen's jaws drop.

The main fighting force consists of the heads of the mathematics and physics departments, while the protagonist is Ye Bingwen, a high school graduate from a rural area in Shenyang.

This Ye Bingwen is quite interesting.

He scored a whopping 493 points out of five subjects: math, physics, chemistry, language, and politics, with a total score of 500!

Even in foreign languages, which don't count towards the total score, he got a perfect score!

What is this?

This guy is a real talent!

The National College Entrance Examination was reinstated in 1977, leaving this year's candidates only about half a year to prepare. Not only was the time tight, but the learning conditions were also very basic.

The test creators knew that the test takers had a very poor foundation, as could be seen from the test takers in 77.

Many of them lacked any real skills and were simply pushed into the position by their employers.

These people took advantage of the chaos, causing the admissions office a real headache.

Against this backdrop, Ye Bingwen managed to achieve a total score of 493, including a perfect score in the crucial foreign language subject, and then applied to Harbin Institute of Technology, which is now facing a difficult situation.

Naturally, it was snatched up by this group of frenzied department heads.

Mr. Liu Deben, then president of Harbin Institute of Technology, looked at this scene and touched his round, bald head.

"cough!"

The principal's words still carried weight, and the office immediately fell silent.

Liu Deben glanced around at his generals before slowly saying:

"You may not have noticed, but this child wrote a line of small print at the bottom of each test paper."

With a "whoosh," he pulled the exam paper from under the enamel teacup and handed it to the department heads for them to look at.

At the end of the exam paper, it was written neatly:

"Bingwen is married with children. He hopes that your school can arrange a job and accommodation for his wife."

"Bingwen expresses his sincere gratitude!"

The department heads looked at each other in bewilderment.

They looked at each other in silence.

"This child has a lot of demands."

Math Department Head Ma Kui couldn't help but say, "Getting married is one thing, but having a child is another? Isn't she only 21?"

Seeing this, the head of the physics department quickly interjected, "If you don't want it, give it to me. Our physics department can allocate a position for you."

Ma Kui ignored him and looked at Liu Deben with a questioning gaze.

The 77 National College Entrance Examination was held in winter, and the candidates came from diverse backgrounds, with recent graduates making up only one-fifth of them!

Of the remaining four-fifths, a very small number were so-called child prodigies, while the rest were previous graduates, including many educated youth in their thirties and forties who had been sent to the countryside.

In their thirties and forties, getting married and having children is inevitable.

The admissions team had no other choice but to proceed with the admissions process as normal.

But how could Ye Bingwen allow the school to find a job for his wife?

This is against the rules!

Liu Deben took off his glasses and said casually, "In short, I think this student is worth recruiting. He's young and a recent graduate. Whichever department is willing to offer this position, they can go find him themselves. I don't care."

Ma Kui twitched the corner of his mouth; it seemed the principal was determined to become a hands-off manager.

......

The gentle sunlight shone on the black soil, making the rich, moist earth glitter slightly.

The rice seedlings are about half a calf tall and growing better and better. In about three months, the autumn harvest will begin.

Ye Bingwen squinted, looking at the scene with satisfaction.

This is the third year since his rebirth.

During his first year, he was in a daze, spending most of his time in a state of being neither well-fed nor warmly clothed.

There is a well-known uncertainty principle in quantum mechanics, which roughly means that the position and momentum of a particle cannot be determined at the same time.

If the position is measured accurately, then the momentum cannot be measured accurately.

If the momentum is measured accurately, then the position cannot be measured accurately.

Ye Bingwen felt that this was somewhat similar to his own experience: when he was full, he was not warm enough to wear, and when he was warm enough to wear, he was not full to eat.

By the following year, Ye Bingwen had begun to realize what was going on.

Going back is probably out of the question.

Why not think of a way to make life more comfortable?

So he found the village chief and village officials of Daxing Village and chatted all night over a small dish of pickled vegetables. Daxing Village then began to secretly implement the "household responsibility system" strategy.

The Ye family can finally eat their fill, and they've finally managed to accurately measure whether they're well-fed and warmly clothed.

Ye Bingwen also found a wife, and they had a daughter who was already eight months old.

In his previous life, Ye Bingwen was a professor of mechanical dynamics at Peking University. To be more specific, he mainly worked on the integration of airborne weapons. Simply put, he studied how to ensure that missiles would not collide with him during launch.

However, this is a skill that can be applied to other areas as well, and Ye Bingwen also knew a little about the others.

Ye Bingwen estimated that the domestic fighter jet field was still relatively weak at this time, and there was still a considerable gap between it and foreign technology.

The knowledge in your own mind can play a significant role.

So he chose to take the college entrance examination in July and made a seemingly outrageous request to give his wife a job.

Ye Bingwen's idea was actually very simple.

Having finally lived a second life, I'm actually quite indifferent to other things.

In my previous life, I spent most of my time doing research, but I forgot to spend time with my family.

So now, at least for now, family is what he values ​​more.

At least that's how it is now.

Just then, shouts came from not far away.

"Bingwen, Bingwen! Come back for dinner!"

"We're heading back now!"

Ye Bingwen smiled and replied, then stood up. His height of over 1.8 meters was not conspicuous in the field; if you squinted, he was just a small black dot.

However, Ye Bingwen is very happy with his current body.

Although it sounds a bit like a powerful being possessing a young genius in a novel... Ye Bingwen could feel the immense vitality contained within the young body.

After a few quick jogs, I saw my wife, Zheng Shuyun, walking gracefully towards me.

Zheng Shuyun has a pretty face, with her braids hanging halfway over her shoulder.

He was wearing a navy blue shirt, with the buttons fastened meticulously.

The trousers were made by Ye Bingwen himself, using black fabric to create the style of flared trousers from later generations, and they looked quite nice.

Zheng Shuyun thought he was handsome at first sight, and blushed as she rushed into Ye Bingwen's arms.

What should we eat tonight?

Ye Bingwen casually put his arm around her.

"Actually, I haven't eaten yet."

Zheng Shuyun blushed slightly. Ye Bingwen didn't care much about being intimate in public, and she always felt a little embarrassed at such times.

Zheng Shuyun whispered, "Uncle Wang came to the house just now."

"What's he doing here?"

He said Li Sanguang had a meeting late last night and asked why you weren't there.

Ye Bingwen's gaze sharpened.