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

Political Commissar Sun also praised from the side:

"Although my country has a history of pig farming for thousands of years, in terms of scientific pig farming technology, it still lags behind the Suriname and the West. The number of veterinarians is also relatively small, and many places rely on 'traditional veterinarians' to treat pigs. Their experience comes from the master-apprentice system and lacks a rigorous system."

"The Sultan's records are detailed about hygiene management before and after farrowing, identification and treatment of dystocia, methods for keeping newborn piglets warm and disinfecting their umbilical cords, etc. It's practically an encyclopedia of pig farming."

"With the materials Xiao Zhou translated, we can totally start a 'pig farming training course' and train a large number of pig farming professionals and veterinarians, so we can have meat every day!"

Ye Ling, Political Commissar Sun, and Director Qin were all eloquent speakers. Zhou Yunxiao waited for a long time before finally finding a chance to speak and hurriedly began:

"Ye Ling, I'm here to report on last night's translation work..."

Ye Ling said nonchalantly, "Oh, this matter? There's no need to rush to report it. Just make a list of which materials you translated from Sulian and submit it later. There's no need to make a special trip."

Zhou Yunxiao shook his head, looking very serious, and took out the prepared translation materials from his military green canvas satchel.

He carefully selected a few portions and handed them out.

"Ye Ling, why don't you read through these documents first?"

Seeing his demeanor, Ye Ling couldn't help but become serious. He put down his chopsticks, wiped his hands, and carefully accepted the document.

"Implosion Hydrodynamics Algorithm", "Type A Separation Membrane Technology", "High-Energy Explosive Lens Casting", "Two-Bomb Integration and Warhead Miniaturization"...

Just by glancing at the headline, Ye Ling's eyelids twitched, and he immediately realized the seriousness of the situation.

He calmly gave the order:

"Hey... Lao Qin, could you call Chief of Staff Xu and ask how his alms-begging trip is going? If he can't borrow any more food, our base is going to run out of food!"

Director Qin understood immediately, picked up his bowl of porridge and cornbread, and left. "Okay, Ye Ling, I'll call and ask right away..."

Only Ye Ling, Political Commissar Sun, and Zhou Yunxiao remained in the office.

Ye Ling carefully flipped through the contents of the document, but found it overwhelming. He then handed it to Director Sun, hoping to give him a headache as well.

Even the well-informed and erudite Political Commissar Sun was bewildered by these chaotic equations and formulas, and was at a loss for what to do.

Whether the content is true or not needs to be reported to the Ministry of National Defense and the Science and Technology Commission, and then verified by Lu Guangda, the president of the Ninth Academy, before it can be known.

Anything involving nuclear issues is never a trivial matter, so Ye Ling asked with a serious expression:

"Xiao Zhou, besides you, who else has had contact with these documents? Have Captain Mu and Translator Liao read them?"

Zhou Yunxiao said, "Reporting to the commander, besides you and the political commissar, I am the only one who knows the truth. They haven't even read the words on the cover, let alone read it. There is absolutely no leak!"

"Good! You're going to do something good again this time!"

Ye Ling and Political Commissar Sun exchanged a glance and Ye Ling asked, "Besides these documents, are there any other nuclear-related documents?"

Zhou Yunxiao shook his head. "There are only these four copies. As for whether there are any others in Sulian's archives, we don't know. We'll probably only know after they've all been copied."

"Here's what we'll do... From now on, you'll be responsible for reviewing all the materials that Captain Mu steals... no, borrows. After identifying the nuclear-related documents, translate them yourself while keeping them confidential. Don't let Liao the translator and the others handle them anymore."

"Yes, sir!"

After giving these instructions, Ye Ling's shoulders slumped slightly, and he couldn't help but smile at Political Commissar Sun:

"Old Sun, I never expected that the Surian's archives would contain such a treasure! Four copies at once! This will be a huge help to our Project 596!"

Political Commissar Sun nodded in approval. "Yes, it's like a treasure chest. It has nuclear technology, agricultural technology, aquaculture technology... any one of them is a treasure. The key point is that Comrade Zhou was the first to discover all these treasures?"

Ye Ling couldn't help but agree, "That's right, Xiao Zhou is a lucky charm. I should thank Dean Qian for keeping him, haha!"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yunxiao immediately scratched his head guiltily, "Just lucky..."

At this point, Ye Ling looked somewhat worried again.

"I was originally planning to consult with Su Weiluo and ask him to find more agricultural and aquaculture-related information and translate it first, so as to promote the 'self-reliance and self-sufficiency' progress of the base."

"But now it seems that Sultan's nuclear technology also needs to be translated first. The former ensures we have enough to eat right now, the latter ensures we have enough to eat in the future... Sigh, they're both so important!"

At this moment, Zhou Yunxiao had a sudden inspiration and couldn't help but interject, "Ye Ling, these agricultural and aquaculture-related technologies are useful, but they can't put food on the table right now."

He immediately gave an example:

"If we're going to clear land for planting, it's already summer, which is too late. The earliest we can sow seeds is next spring, and by the time we have a bumper harvest, it will be autumn."

"Raising pigs is more efficient, but even then it would take ten months to get meat. From what I've observed, the rations have been decreasing lately; I'm afraid the grain reserves at the base are running low."

Political Commissar Sun nodded and said, "To tell you the truth, we only have enough grain for five more days at most."

"Five days?"

Zhou Yunxiao was taken aback.

Ye Ling said, "Originally, a trainload of grain was to be transported to the base, but it was seized by Wu Dongquan of the Jinling Garrison. Director Chen is already coordinating, but the situation is not optimistic. There is a shortage of grain everywhere, and even the combat rations for each branch of the armed forces are insufficient. Where would we get surplus grain to send to us..."

However, he glanced at Zhou Yunxiao and still feigned generosity, laughing, "Don't worry, even if we starve to death, we won't mistreat you intellectuals. If we really run out of food in five days, I'll personally send you to Huangyang Village, take the train back to Jingzhou to mooch a meal, and then apologize to Dean Qian!"

"It's not that bad... Ye Ling, there's something I'm not sure if I should say..." Zhou Yunxiao said, licking his lips.

"Go ahead and talk, do you think I can shut you up?" Ye Ling waved his hand and said.

"Ye Ling, I feel... we're basically 'begging for food while sitting on a mountain of gold'!"

Upon hearing this, Ye Ling's eyes lit up.

He squeezed past Political Commissar Sun and hurriedly asked, "Hey kid... what's up your mind this time? Tell me!"

Zhou Yunxiao pointed to the pile of nuclear documents and said, "Ye Ling, Political Commissar, you just said that these are all treasures. Translating these documents is a great service, so exchanging them for some grain with Director Chen of the Science and Technology Commission isn't unreasonable, is it?"

Ye Ling and Political Commissar Sun slapped their foreheads, then looked at each other and smiled, as if they had reached a consensus.

"You little brat, you dare to try and bully Director Chen? You're asking for trouble, aren't you?"

Although Ye Ling was scolding him, he kept smiling, especially when he thought about how he was going to "extort" the old leader.

The more he thought about it, the more feasible it seemed. He even skipped breakfast, and while putting on his military cap, he shouted towards the door, "Xiao Li, drive the car to the door, we're going to Dingxin Airport right now!"

Then, disregarding the presence of Zhou Yunxiao, the junior technician, Ye Ling directly instructed the political commissar:

"Old Sun, I don't know how long this trip of breaking bamboo poles will take. If we eat our five days' worth of food sparingly, we can last ten days without any problem."

"Let the land reclamation team and reservoir team rest for a while and reduce their working hours. Also, give the guard regiment, engineering regiment and motor transport regiment a short leave so they can go home and eat at home."

"Let's take out all our savings and buy some more expensive grain from the Nanjing Garrison Command and the Grain Bureau to supplement our supplies. We need to be prepared for extraordinary times, and our savings are for emergencies. Don't be stingy with them, what do you say?"

Political Commissar Sun nodded: "I agree. I'll convene a meeting later to discuss this matter, and we'll go to the provincial capital to buy the expensive grain as soon as possible!"

"Alright, wait for my triumphant return!"

After saying that, Ye Ling patted Zhou Yunxiao on the shoulder, laughed loudly, and went out the door.