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

[How careless! We only thought about how we were short of rice, forgetting that our big brother hardly grows this stuff at all!]

[This almost gave the streamer acute iron poisoning. The Surinames researching hybrid rice is as absurd as Americans using their funding to research how to make dumplings...]

[Xie Lieping: Slander! Pure slander! We haven't even figured out how to grow corn, how could we possibly understand rice?]

【Then let's plant potatoes! It makes perfect sense for the Russians to research how to grow potatoes, right? Just copy their "Highly Disease-Resistant Virus-Free Potato Breeding Technology," and the yield will definitely skyrocket...】

[Beets are good too. The "High-Sugar Beet Cold-Resistant Improved Formula" can not only be used to extract sugar and supplement calories, but the leftover residue can also be used to feed pigs, which fits the style of by-products of Suriname's heavy industry...]

[Answerer, to increase the credibility of the information, I suggest adding a classic Soviet slogan at the beginning of each article, such as "In order to achieve food self-sufficiency east of the Ural Mountains, this exploratory plan is hereby formulated..."]

As Zhou Yunxiao copied the book, he helplessly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

The suggestions from netizens are of varying quality, sometimes effective and sometimes not, and not everything should be adopted.

"Moderator, when compiling the book list, remember to filter it and delete these unrealistic ideas. Also, ban those fans who flood the screen with emojis. If you can't help, don't cause trouble..."

After assigning tasks to the "white vinegar" room manager, Zhou Yunxiao rubbed his sore arms, unscrewed the ink bottle to fill his fountain pen with ink, and continued working.

As the light outside the window gradually brightened, Mu Chunsheng, who had been standing guard in the corridor all night, knocked on the door and came in.

Seeing the other man's equally dark and swollen eyes, Zhou Yunxiao knew that Captain Mu had also been up all night. He put down his pen and smiled.

"Captain Mu, you look so listless. Are you really going to stand guard?"

The three translators, Liao, Xu, and Hu, also lifted their heads from the table where they had been lying down and began to organize the translated materials.

As Captain Mu collected the documents, he said, "You think I was joking when I said I was on guard duty? This matter of stealing and translating documents at night is a secret known only to the five of us, and it's absolutely confidential. What if some clueless person barges in one night? That would be terrible!"

Zhou Yunxiao thought about it and agreed. "Thank you for your hard work, Captain Mu."

"Pshaw, compared to you guys, this is nothing. Back when we were stuck in the tunnels at Chosin Reservoir, that was real hardship..."

Upon receiving the documents from Zhou Yunxiao, Captain Mu's eyes widened. "Comrade Zhou, did you translate all of these documents? How come there are so many? Adding them together, it's almost as much as the work of Translators Liao, Xu, and Hu!"

Zhou Yunxiao made up a story without changing his expression: "I studied in Moscow, so I'm more efficient. The capable should do more, so I helped share the workload."

"Great, impressive!"

Captain Mu had rarely admired anyone in his life, but this time he couldn't help but give Zhou Yunxiao a thumbs up, "Well done!"

Seeing that it was almost seven o'clock, Mu Chunsheng hurriedly grabbed the original documents and rushed out of the government building, heading straight for Sulian's expert building to "return" the items.

Zhou Yunxiao stretched and got up. His brain was a little foggy after staying up all night. He went to the canteen with translators Liao, Xu, and Hu.

"Look, there's only one bowl of corn soup left. Let's save it for our little Zhou. He did the most work on the translation, right? Nobody objects?"

Before long, translator Liao excitedly brought over a bowl of bright green, sticky porridge.

When Zhou Yunxiao looked, it was the same old reed root and corn soup.

Translator Xu and Translator Hu both expressed no objection, saying that the porridge should be a reward for those who made contributions.

Seeing the camel thorn buns and licorice leaf bread in the hands of the other three, Zhou Yunxiao wanted to decline, but scholars also have their pride. As the saying goes, one should not accept a reward without merit, so he resolutely refused to drink a drop.

Translator Liao sighed, "The base's food rations are getting smaller and smaller; even the staff canteen isn't enough. Although Ye Ling's 'five directives' encouraged land reclamation, hunting, and the production of substitute foods, they're ultimately just stopgap measures..."

Translation Xu also said, "Yes, with terrain like the Gobi Desert in the Northwest, what kind of food can be grown even if the land is cleared? As for the hunting teams, there are only so many animals in these mountains, and they will eventually run out of resources."

Hu, the translator, said: "The logistics department has done a lot of research on substitute foods. They steam buns with camel thorns, steam bread with licorice leaves, and cook porridge with reed roots. I heard a couple of days ago that a comrade got diarrhea after eating them and had to be sent to the base hospital for an IV drip."

Ye Ling said it didn't matter, as long as it didn't kill anyone, they would promote it throughout the entire base! Saving lives was the priority.

Zhou Yunxiao pondered the information he had netizens find last night, thinking to himself, "Perhaps the good days when our comrades can eat their fill and stay warm are just around the corner..."

After finishing their meal, the four of them washed their aluminum lunchboxes by the sink and then squatted down in front of the tap to wash their faces with cold water.

After wrapping the lunchboxes in old newspapers and putting them into their satchels, the four of them walked together toward the "makeshift bus stop" at the No. 10 outpost, which was just a stone block.

Translators Liao, Xu, and Hu looked at Zhou Yunxiao and said, "Comrade Zhou, why aren't you going back to your dorm to sleep? You've been up all night, aren't you tired?"

Zhou Yunxiao chuckled and said, "The three of you haven't rested either."

"Oh dear, there's a lecture by a Sullian expert this morning, the three of us have to go and audit it!"

Translator Liao slapped his thigh and explained, "As you know, the officers and soldiers at the base have low levels of education. They simply can't understand things like Sin, Cos, Tsiolkovsky's formula, logarithms, reciprocals, differentials, trigonometric functions, and all those convoluted terms."

Translator Xu explained, "Furthermore, the experts lecture in Russian, speak quickly, and often leave parts of the lecture unfinished, making everyone even more confused. We translators have to sit in and explain the parts the trainees don't understand..."

Translator Hu said indignantly, "Those damn experts always complain that the trainees are stupid. Once they secretly called us as dumb as pigs. I really wanted to punch them!"

Zhou Yunxiao said, "There's nothing we can do; we have to ask for help from others. You guys have worked hard too, staying up all night and still having to go to class."

"It's okay, we at least managed to doze off for two hours this morning, you didn't sleep a wink all night! If you're really sleepy, don't stay up, go to sleep when you should!"

The three translators all tried to persuade him with concern, but Zhou Yunxiao had already made up his mind. He waved his hand and got into the Jiefang truck and headed to Garrison No. 1.

The First Division is the surface-to-surface missile testing division. The Dongfeng-2 is positioned as a medium- and short-range surface-to-surface missile. Therefore, assisting the Dongfeng base in completing the missile's entry test is also the main task of the First Division's technical team.

When Zhou Yunxiao entered the office, he didn't see Director Zhang, guessing that he had gone to a meeting somewhere again.

Xiao Su, on the other hand, sat upright in her chair, her slender waist ramrod straight, meticulously fiddling with the hand-cranked mechanical calculator on the table.

Next to it were an abacus, a plastic slide rule, a copy of "Second Generation Mathematical Function Handbook" compiled by Shigeichi Moriguchi, and a large stack of thick calculation papers.

Zhou Yunxiao walked over and joked, "Team Leader Su, you're getting pretty good treatment. You just got promoted and you're already getting a hand-cranked calculator. Is this thing any good?"

Xiao Su exclaimed cutely, "Oh!" and quickly stood up. "Comrade Yunxiao, what brings you here? Weren't you supposed to be on a very important mission? Haven't you been coming lately?"

"You can't stay idle, come and sit down for a bit."

Zhou Yunxiao fiddled with the computer for a bit, producing a crisp mechanical clicking sound.

This precious hand-cranked calculator is something that Xiao Su doesn't allow anyone to touch on a normal day. Even Director Zhang has to ask the little girl's permission before he can even touch it.

However, after Zhou Yunxiao fiddled around for a long time, she remained silent and pretended to be deaf and dumb.

Soon, Xiao Su brought over a mug of hot water and saw Zhou Yunxiao staring intently at her calculation paper.

"Comrade Yunxiao, have some water!"

Zhou Yunxiao thanked him, then smiled and said, "Team Leader Su has made great progress! It's not even noon yet, and you've already finished calculating the trajectory of the first set of flight data?"

"Ah... how did you know it was the first group?" Xiao Su asked blankly.

"Isn't it written on the scratch paper? June 7th is today. Your mathematical talent is truly remarkable. It takes others a whole day to calculate a single ballistic trajectory, but you finished it in less than half a day. You might just be a female Hua Luogeng in the future!"