Traveling Back to the 1960s: The Entire Internet Teaches Me How to Build Missiles

With the successful maiden flight of Dongfeng-1, a celebratory banquet to boost morale is inevitable.

So Ye Ling and Political Commissar Sun raised their arms and announced that the canteen would serve noodles to everyone that evening.

Such a significant and hard-won victory received no substantial reward; the only thing given was a bowl of noodles for all the comrades who participated in the launch test.

But Zhou Yunxiao understood that, in the current timeline, this was already a rather extravagant reward.

Besides, he had been here for so long and had indeed been craving noodles.

Zhou Yunxiao and Jiang Weimin squatted at the entrance of the cafeteria, holding aluminum lunch boxes, eagerly waiting for the doors to open.

When they finally got their food, they discovered that the so-called "noodles" were yellow and black, a far cry from the white noodles they had imagined.

It not only tastes bitter and astringent, but it also pricks your mouth.

While eating, Zhou Yunxiao complained, "Is this another new thing the logistics department has researched? Is this flour made with wild vegetables? What does it taste like?"

Jiang Weimin, trying to make a bitter joke, said, "They wouldn't have that kind of skill. This is called 'steel wire noodles,' made from cornmeal and cod shavings. Although it doesn't taste great, it's very filling!"

Zhou Yunxiao touched his belly and couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle.

Jiang Weimin asked, "What's wrong? What are you laughing at?"

He picked up the bowl and slurped his noodles, saying indistinctly, "I know you intellectuals are delicate and like to eat refined grains. But things are tough now, aren't they? Let alone getting refined grains, even the rations of coarse grains are limited. Be content with just filling your stomachs."

"No, I don't think the noodles are bad, they're pretty good."

Zhou Yunxiao laughed again. He was just amused by the few "late-night barbecue" and "braised food" emojis that some netizens had posted in the comments.

At that moment, someone from one of the teams in the canteen suddenly started singing.

Immediately afterwards, the comrades around him couldn't help but put down their chopsticks and sing along.

A wide river flows, its waves rippled, and the wind carries the fragrance of rice blossoms to both banks…

My family lives on the shore, and I'm used to hearing the boatmen's calls and seeing the white sails on the boats...

Zhou Yunxiao and Jiang Weimin exchanged a glance, then tacitly closed the lids of their aluminum lunchboxes, raising their chopsticks to provide accompaniment for their comrades with a clanging sound.

The girl is as beautiful as a flower, and the young man has such a broad mind...

To create a new world, the sleeping mountains were awakened, and the rivers were transformed...

Everyone was immersed in the joyful atmosphere, humming the tune over and over again.

Of course, some people are happy while others are sad.

Shelepin and several Surinamese experts in the corner all wore expressions of utter dismay.

Half a year!

It was a full six months ahead of schedule!

Xie Lieping's fists clenched so tightly they cracked, and his head was buzzing from the singing.

These people from Dongguo not only independently developed high-purity liquid oxygen, but they even managed to ignite it successfully!

Originally, the Kremlin instructed me to delay the maiden flight of Dongfeng-1 until at least the end of the year, but now the plan has been completely disrupted!

The cancellation of the order for the Siberian liquid oxygen plant is secondary; the key issue is how to explain it to the Kremlin.

To say that he single-handedly "made this happen"?

The thought of the possible investigations and interrogations, and the KGB's Lubyanka prison, sent a chill down Shelepin's spine, followed by a surge of anger and embarrassment.

thumping!

Just as the comrades dining in the canteen were singing the line "If the jackals come" with great emotion, the commotion caused by Sulian immediately shattered the beautiful atmosphere.

Xie Liepin angrily kicked the stool away and got up. Then he picked up the plate and dumped the remaining bread, sausage, and beef stew with potatoes into the slop bucket.

Splashing and gurgling—

The other Surinamese experts tried to stop them, but it was too late.

After Xie Lieping finished pouring, he glanced disdainfully at the "black noodles" on the other people's plates, muttered something under his breath, and then arrogantly sat back down.

The others couldn't understand Xie Lieping's words, but Zhou Yunxiao did.

His expression changed instantly.

Jiang Wei, a police officer standing nearby, asked suspiciously, "Yunxiao, what did that bastard just say?"

"Пошёлестьпомои!"

Zhou Yunxiao gripped the aluminum lunchbox in his hand so tightly it rattled. "Go eat swill!"

"What?! What the hell!"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Weimin, who was usually good-tempered, slammed his fist on the table and then rolled up his sleeves, ready to beat up Xie Lieping.

After venting his frustrations by pouring the rice into the swill, Xie Lieping soon felt a chill run down his spine.

He turned around and saw that one by one, the people in the cafeteria stood up.

They all had fierce expressions and angry faces, as if they wanted to devour him alive.

A skinny young man, looking like a monkey, rolled up his sleeves and strode over, angrily shouting a vulgar curse: "Xie Lieping, I'll fuck your ancestors!"

Jiang Weimin walked and cursed, as if he wanted to vent all the grievances he had accumulated over the past few days.

"Dongfeng Base has treated you well, hasn't it? The food at the base is already tight enough, and you Surians not only don't appreciate it, but you also demand a different meal every day!"

"Each person needs two bottles of milk a day, plus bread, ham, fruit, and beer. Every night, we also need to find female comrades from the performing arts troupe to dance. If you don't agree, you can complain to the General Political Department!"

"Alright, I'll satisfy your every need for food, drink, and entertainment. Ye Ling even begged the Air Force's special plane to bring you those 'damned vodkas' every week."

"And how did you repay us? You only revealed half of what you were taught, you gave us half of the blueprints and hid the other half, and when you tried to deliver liquid oxygen, it was either windy or rainy. And this beef stew with potatoes—do you know how many herders we begged from to get these few pieces of beef? You poured it into the swill, I curse your ancestors!"

Finally, Jiang Weimin walked up to Xie Lieping.

The tall and imposing Surinamese expert was actually overwhelmed in terms of presence by this skinny, bamboo-like Eastern man, and could only watch helplessly as the other raised his fist.

[Beat him! Beat him to death! Kill this ungrateful wretch!]

Old Jiang was eating cornbread that stung his throat, and that bastard actually poured the stewed beef and potatoes into the swill bucket! How disgusting! Even now, nobody wastes food like that!

[Have you seen Xie Lieping's true colors? This is the consequence of not having core technologies in your own hands...]

The viewers in the live stream, following Zhou Yunxiao's gaze, witnessed this infuriating scene.

In an instant, countless indignant comments flooded the screen.

Just then, Zhou Yunxiao suddenly cut in line, blocking Jiang Weimin's way.

"Yunxiao, what are you doing? Get out of the way!"

Jiang Weimin gave him a hard push.

But Zhou Yunxiao waved his hand, indicating that he would handle the matter.

Xie Lieping, sitting opposite him, breathed a sigh of relief, then became arrogant again, secretly annoyed that he was clearly stronger than the other man, so why had he chickened out just now?

He pointed at Jiang Weimin, who was blocked behind him, and asked in a harsh tone, "You brat, were you just insulting me? I'm going to complain to Ye Ling about you!"

Zhou Yunxiao was too lazy to translate his sentence. Instead, he turned his gaze to the swill bucket next to him, staring at the white grease on it, and remained silent for a long time.

Seeing his expression, Xie Lieping couldn't help but mock him:

"What's wrong, Comrade Zhou? Are you craving meat? Has your logistics team sunk so low that you have to scavenge for food from swill bins? Haha!"

His comrades silently surrounded him, looking as if they might rush over and skin him alive in a fit of rage.

Zhou Yunxiao, however, spoke in fluent Moscow accent:

"Comrade Xie Lieping."

"Do you remember what happened on September 20, 1941?"

Upon hearing this, not only Xie Lieping, but also several Surinamese experts who were watching the spectacle changed their expressions.

Zhou Yunxiao said indifferently, "Is it that you dare not recall it, or that you've forgotten the pain once the wound has healed?"

Xie Lieping: "You..."

"Then let me help you remember!"

Zhou Yunxiao slammed his hand on the table. "That year, when Ningrad was besieged, the food rations for the city's residents were reduced to only half a jin per day. As for women, children, the elderly, and non-productive workers, they only received 125 grams of black bread mixed with sawdust per day!"

Several Surinamese experts lowered their heads.

Xie Lieping was still forcing himself to look at him.

Zhou Yunxiao pointed to the stewed beef and potatoes being poured into the swill bucket, "During the entire Siege of Ningrad, Suriname had a population of over 600,000, who did not die from the war but from starvation."

He glared angrily into Xie Liepin's eyes. "Nineteen years ago, your fathers and brothers fought bravely and shed their blood for a few slices of black bread mixed with sawdust. And nineteen years later, you, you bastard, are throwing away the refined white flour and sausages that your comrades from the East painstakingly saved up and transported thousands of kilometers into the slop bucket like garbage!"

Xie Lieping's lips trembled slightly.

Zhou Yunxiao said, word by word:

"Comrade Shelepin, you have not only betrayed Bolshevik, but also those predecessors who starved to death in the winter. If your actions had occurred in Ningrad nineteen years ago, you would have been shot on the spot by the political commissar!"