Chapter 61: The Pearl Is Covered in Dust but Its Brilliance Cannot Be Obscured (13)

Shen Minghuan spent half a day in the library with his two children, and then returned to the factory gate.

This time he entered the door openly and bought some necessary tools and several special parts and materials.

These things are not cheap. In order to survive, Shen Minghuan learned the skill of bargaining without a teacher... but his level is not very high.

As we all know, bargaining usually turns into a pity show at the end, but often before the other party starts to sell, Shen Minghuan already feels that he is miserable.

With his personality, he is even more unwilling to argue with others over such trivial matters.

Seeing Shen Minghuan retreating step by step, Song Youcai pulled this man behind him aggressively. He and Yun Gou'er, one on the left and one on the right, relied on their young age to act like a spoiled child and complain.

After a while, the person in charge of the factory raised his hands helplessly to surrender.

He wrapped the things in waste newspapers, handed them to Shen Minghuan, and said with a wry smile: "You two kids are really amazing."

Shen Minghuan took it and said "hmm" briskly.

Song Youcai and Yun Gou'er smiled at each other.

Shen Minghuan originally wanted to make the power generation equipment first to solve the energy problem initially, but no matter what form of power generation, the cost was too high for him, and some parts could not be made in this factory, and it was too time-consuming for him to make them himself, so he had to regretfully put this idea aside.

He sighed, there were too many things he wanted to make, and he hoped that the pockets of these spies would be a little fatter.

Oh, right, the United States should be very rich, right? Shen Minghuan thought.

There were no street lights at night, and he had to go back before dark, otherwise it would be a bit dangerous to walk on the mountain road again. Therefore, at four o'clock in the afternoon at the latest, Wang Mazi would drive a donkey cart to the exit of the city gate to wait.

After going through another ordeal, Shen Minghuan returned to Mutian Village with a pale face. He was still frightened: [Xiaojiu, we can put the issue of power generation aside for now. We still have to build roads first after we have money.]

This is as if the money of the spies has become Shen's.

The system agrees: [The host is right!]

"Mr. Wang..., I want to go to the city again in half a month. I have to trouble you to pick me up. Is it convenient for you?" Shen Minghuan asked with a smile.

After he came to this world, his temper has improved a lot, and he rarely puts on that arrogant look. He is still arrogant in his bones, but I don't know why he subconsciously hides his edge a little now.

Perhaps he finally realized that for the simple and simple villagers around him, his undisguised arrogance and contempt are sometimes really irritating.

Because he cares, he is gentle.

He used to pay attention to the safety of every citizen. He would think about how to make the lives of his citizens better and ask himself to do his best to realize everyone's wishes.

He undoubtedly loves his people, but this love is too broad, and Shen Minghuan's vision is too high, so he can't see the small joys and sorrows, and can't take care of the complicated thoughts of others.

Although Wang Mazi didn't understand why he went to the city so "frequently", he was a fool not to make money. He patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, Mr. Shen, I will come on time."

Shen Minghuan paid the fare and double the deposit.

Now he is really penniless.

The money that the original owner remembered was enough to live a life of worry-free food and clothing, but Shen Minghuan spent it all in just one day, oh, it was not even enough.

Two weeks passed quickly.

Shen Minghuan taught students in the morning, let them practice in the afternoon, and ran to the mountain, mysteriously doing something unknown.

After confirming his safety, the villagers didn't care. After all, they were college students and intellectuals, it was normal for them not to understand.

As expected, a heavy rainstorm hit Mutian Village. Before that, four "wheat harvester and threshing machine" had been produced, which successfully helped the village and nearby villages to quickly harvest grain.

Of course, it was paid.

-- After seeking Shen Minghuan's consent, the village chief did a business with the surrounding villages.

Nowadays, everyone is poor, and the money collected is not much, but for Mutian Village, it is also an unexpected income.

The village chief happily came to Shen Minghuan to share the spoils, "Minghuan, the wheat harvester was your idea, you take half of the money."

He rubbed his hands embarrassedly: "Dazhi and others helped deliver it to the next village, I think I have to give them some of this money."

Shen Minghuan said indifferently: "Uncle, you don't have to give me this money. It was done by the villagers and children from beginning to end. I didn't even touch the wood."

"How can this work?" The village chief said anxiously: "Our physical work is nothing, what's in your head is valuable. The country has said that reading makes you rich, and knowledge changes your destiny."

The village chief remembered every national propaganda slogan he heard.

Shen Minghuan thought for a while, "Then give my share to the children. I have assigned a lot of homework recently, so prepare more pens and notebooks for them. If there is any left, use it as funds for studying in the city. There are many books in the county library, and the children can go there to read more."

The simple old man's eyes were full of tears. He excitedly grabbed Shen Minghuan's hand: "Minghuan, uncle knows how good you are to the children. You are a good teacher, but how can I always let you spend money? Listen to uncle, this money is yours, and no one can take it away."

You should know that Shen Minghuan came here to teach voluntarily. He only received a meager subsidy from the county government every month, and the village did not pay him a salary.

"It's okay, uncle, this money is useless to me." Shen Minghuan said sincerely.

It's really useless. This small amount of money can't even buy a single part. Shen Minghuan is indeed a little disdainful.

And he noticed that the signal from the gadget he placed on the mountain had been received, which was smoother than he imagined.

To say that Shen Minghuan ran up the mountain all day long, he did not mean to guard against the villagers. He wandered around the mountain for a long time and selected a location with open terrain that was most suitable for placing the signal transmitter. Subsequent debugging in all aspects was based on the terrain and environment to design.

In the absence of money, natural resources can only be utilized to the maximum extent possible.

*

The fighter planes of country M crossed the national border again.

"Hey Kenia, how long do you think it will take for us to be found in China this time?" Conchano sat in the driver's seat, chatting relaxedly with his colleagues around him.

Kenia was more cautious: "Actually, Conchano, I don't agree to provoke China again. The Chinese people are a bunch of lunatics, and they will really fight for their lives."

"Man, you just think too much." Conchano tapped the screen on the console: "Look, the latest X-735 fighter jet, ha, desperate? If they really come, we will send them to meet God. "

"I don't think this is a good idea." Keniya saw his colleague's face becoming a little unhappy because of his repeated objections, so he had to take back what he originally wanted to say: "Well, maybe you are right."

[Beep! alarm! alarm! 】

There was a sudden harsh sound inside the plane, and the two of them were startled without warning. Conchano almost fell from the chair, but luckily the seat belt stopped him.

"Damn, what's going on?"

The two people urgently checked the fault and tried to restore the plane to normal, but the alarm kept sounding. Conchano quickly contacted the commander on the ground, "Sir, yes, the alarm cannot be cleared... shit! How do I know what the situation is! That is something that the people who build the aircraft should consider!"

"Huh?" Conchano seemed to hear words that were difficult to understand. He shouted into the communicator: "Sir, I can swear to God, Kenia and I didn't do anything. Yes, yes, of course I I know this is the latest fighter plane, but it suddenly broke down!”

Kenia pressed many buttons one after another. He interrupted the communication between Conchano and the ground, and forced himself to calm down: "Conchano, the fighter plane was interfered by unknown signals."

This strange signal should be man-made. Keniya was a little confused. He felt that the other party did not seem very hostile.

The person on the other end of the communicator immediately shouted with confidence as if he had the handle: "Admiral Rice, did you hear that? There is no problem with our research, it's just that someone more powerful has cracked our signal receiving system. The X-735 is still the most advanced fighter jet in China.”

"Sir, I think this is not something to be happy about." It could be heard that the man opposite, known as "Admiral Rice", was also suppressing his anger.

Nowadays, various countries have become more and more aware of the power of science and technology, and the status of scientific researchers has also been rising. Therefore, Errol is not afraid of him: "Admiral Rice, you should know that things in science and technology are far more rude than those of you." It is much more difficult to fight with only four limbs. There is no doubt that the opponent is an absolute genius. It is not unacceptable to lose to such a person. I think even God will forgive me. "

Conchano was a little irritated. They were now at a high altitude, and their lives could be in danger if they were not careful. However, their own scientific researchers actually acted in a non-serious tone and only tried to shirk responsibility.

He interrupted without respect, and his tone was urgent and fearful: "Sir, please allow Kenia and I to find an opportunity to evacuate. God bless, I don't want to die here yet."

Although the aircraft currently seems to have no other problems except for the abnormal siren sound, Kenia also said that it was caused by signal interference, and the operation console may be affected and malfunction in the next step.

Of course, this evacuation does not refer to simply exiting the Chinese border. It means that if they see a bad situation, they can look for opportunities to jump out of the plane and escape.

But this would mean giving up the plane.

"No, no!" Errol firmly objected: "Soldier, it is your responsibility to protect the fighter plane. Do you know how high its cost is? Do you know how much effort we put into it? You should keep it as intact as possible. Save it."

Conchano yelled into the communicator: "Shit! Do you know that I will die?"

The delicate scientist had never heard such vulgar remarks. He stamped his feet angrily, turned his target to Rice, and said in a sharp voice: "If X-735 falls into China, you will become the enemy!"

Noisy and chaotic.

Kenia suddenly said: "Sir, Mr. Errol, and Conchano, please stop arguing."

He swallowed and said with difficulty: "The powerful person Mr. Errol mentioned, the absolute genius, seems to be... we are from country M."

"What?"

"I'm not kidding," Keniya said. "This signal seems to be just to convey a message. Now I see a line of words on the screen."

That's M Mandarin:

[Under the sycamore tree, take me home. ——Floss. 】