Forced to marry a disabled man in the countryside? I'll repay you tenfold!

After the planes took off, a number of people from relevant departments arrived on the ground. Suddenly, there were dozens of top-class passenger planes. Flight formation, ground crew scheduling, security and confidentiality, and military coordination all had to be coordinated.

Secretary Zhou and the construction team leader walked over quickly.

The construction team worked incredibly fast; in just a short while, they had completely leveled the surrounding dilapidated walls and weeds.

"Comrade Su, this is Engineer Zhao, who is in charge of the subsequent construction and renovation of this factory area. You can directly communicate with Engineer Zhao about any ideas you have regarding this factory."

Without further ado, Su Wanqing handed over the planning map she had just drawn: "Hello, Engineer Zhao, I'd like to rebuild a large-scale warehousing and logistics hub on this land. This is my initial idea and zoning plan."

Engineer Zhao took the blueprints, unfolded them, and examined them carefully for a long time, nodding more and more as he looked at them.

The marshal happened to stroll over, peeked at the blueprints, and laughed heartily: "Su girl, your idea is excellent! And you've come to the right person—Engineer Zhao recently built the largest grain reserve in the capital for us, and isn't that a coincidence? That grain depot is right near your land. So he's the most experienced in building these kinds of large-scale storage facilities."

Engineer Zhao chuckled and scratched his head, saying, "Comrade Su's design is even more advanced than the grain warehouses we built before. It not only has a normal temperature storage area, but also a cold storage area and a constant temperature area. The elevation is also high, and the range is large. It's quite challenging."

The blueprints also included an open-air storage yard—however, this type of general-purpose storage frame structure is quick to build; the main structure can be erected in two or three days, and the remaining internal equipment and partitioning can be completed within a month.

Su Wanqing nodded in satisfaction, but suddenly caught a glimpse of the key information in the marshal's words—there was the capital's largest granary nearby?

Since there are already existing granaries, it would be too unreasonable not to take advantage of them for free.

She now has a spiritual spring water in her space that can hold the volume of West Lake, which gives her a sense of security, but she doesn't have much food—the batch she had stockpiled before was all used to help the 65th Regiment. Although she has a lot of miscellaneous things in her space, she doesn't have much food.

We need to stockpile more food!

So Su Wanqing immediately asked, "Marshal, since there are granaries nearby, are they stocked with grain? Could Secretary-General Zhou take me around to see them in the next couple of days so I can find out more? I just want to look at them from the outside."

Not today, she's already used up her ten-times-return chances.

If you go alone, you'll probably be arrested before you even get close, so it's safer to have someone take you.

If you can't finish copying in one day, just do it over several days. Anyway, you get ten times the return three times a day. No matter how many varieties there are, three days is enough to get all the resources for free.

In short, with ample space to store grain, there's no need to panic in case of trouble; just store tens or hundreds of tons. But how much grain does the capital actually have in storage?

The marshal waved his hand: "You silly girl, the amount of grain stored, the varieties, and the exact location of the granary are all classified information and cannot be disclosed to outsiders. But since you want to go, what's the big deal? Go ahead and go. I'll have Secretary Zhou arrange it for you and give you a proper explanation of our resources. It's just that I've been too busy these past few days to spend with you. Also, I'll need to trouble you to take good care of Old Master Sun."

Secretary Zhou quickly replied, "I'll go write the report right away. You can come over anytime you're free these next few days."

Su Wanqing was secretly delighted, but nodded obediently, "Don't worry, I'll take care of Old Master Sun. I'll go back and check on him in a little while."

Once things were mostly settled, people kept coming in and out to ask for instructions, keeping the marshal extremely busy.

Zhou Yanshen returned in less than half an hour, striding into the temporary command center. His voice was calm and concise: "The first aircraft has been safely transferred, and the reception there went smoothly. Next, I will optimize the flight path to shorten the one-way time and strive to complete the transfer as soon as possible."

The marshal repeatedly said "good," and seeing that Zhou Yanshen was reporting on his work while his eyes kept scanning the crowd, he smiled and patted him on the shoulder:

"Looking for a wife? Don't worry, your wife went back to see Grandpa Sun and specifically asked me to tell you—she's waiting for you in her room. Don't rush, young man, hurry back after you're done today, you'll make it in time, hahaha!"

For some unknown reason, Zhou Yanshen's ears turned red, though his face remained expressionless.

He turned around quickly, his voice even lower than before: "I'm going to move on to the next one."

But in his heart he was thinking that he probably wouldn't have time to help his wife with her breast engorgement today, and he didn't know what she would do on her own.

After feeding her three children, Su Wanqing didn't pay any attention to the engorgement in her breasts.

In her opinion, this was not difficult at all—she had always believed that "the less you use a man, the less effective he becomes," and had assigned this task to Zhou Yanshen every day.

If he really can't come back today, then she'll rock each of the three babies up to nurse.

Anyway, even if the child suffers, she can't let herself suffer.

After entrusting her three children to Ding Xiaomei, Su Wanqing hurriedly went to Old Master Sun's ward.

Professor Zhou and Professor Lin's group had been quietly waiting in the back. When they saw Su Wanqing come in, they simply greeted her quietly and then stepped aside.

In the ward, an old man and a young man were exchanging rapid answers—the one asking the question was Old Sun, who stammered but did not lose his momentum; the one answering was Gu Zhixing, who looked utterly hopeless.

Old Sun lay on the bed, pounding the bed frame: "You really are a genius! How come no one told me that besides nuclear knowledge, you're also so amazing in the field of aerospace?"

Sun's student, standing nearby, added excitedly, "Teacher, Xiao Gu has truly given us a tremendous surprise! The nuclear industry and aerospace are interconnected in terms of materials, thermodynamics, and computational models. Once we finish our nuclear project, we can immediately move on to aerospace research—this is simply a treasure sent to us by God!"

Su Wanqing looked at Gu Zhixing in surprise, not expecting this child who seemed to be a reincarnated person to be so powerful.

It's a pity they were born into such a family; it's truly a case of good bamboo shoots emerging from bad bamboo.

Upon seeing Su Wanqing enter, Gu Zhixing felt as if he had seen a savior and quickly bowed to Old Master Sun, saying, "The doctor has come to examine you, so I'll head back now..."

Old Sun pounded the bed board even louder: "You brat, where are you going? The consultation will be quick, you stay here!"

He then turned to his student and instructed, "Go and find this kid some more materials, and let him quietly look at them from the side."

This kid knows the data by heart, but he's not very familiar with our current experimental procedures and equipment parameters. During my recovery period, I'll have him fill in that gap. It's a pity; if we could get our hands on American supercomputer technology now, the entire research and development process could be accelerated by several years.”