Chapter 79: The Pearl Is Covered in Dust but Its Brilliance Cannot Be Obscured (31)

In case he entered the city now and missed it again later, Professor Gu had no choice but to wait patiently in the village.

He thought he would live like a year, but he didn't expect that there were so many magical things in the village, and the sun went down before he could take a closer look.

When Song Dazhi arrived, Professor Gu was visiting the small house where Shen Minghuan used to live.

A simple wooden shelf was built in the corner, filled with neatly stacked books.

Next to the shelf is an unsteady desk. There are notebooks and scraps of paper scattered on the table. Most of the handwriting is very immature and looks like students' homework.

All the bedding has been removed from the bed, leaving only the empty bed board, which is filled with various parts. It is obvious that this is one of Shen Minghuan's research places.

Shen Minghuan took almost nothing with him when he moved to Yun's house. He used the small house as a warehouse, and there were still piles of semi-finished products made of wood by the villagers in the yard.

Shen Minghuan did not prohibit others from entering this room. Sometimes villagers passing by would check in and stand at the door, marveling at the book parts that were full of knowledge.

It’s just that everyone has a tacit agreement not to touch the furnishings in the room, so that when Professor Gu comes, he can clearly see the traces of Shen Minghuan’s actions.

For a scientific researcher, this place is too simple.

Professor Gu felt a little sad inside.

Shen Minghuan shouldn't be here, he shouldn't be in this dusty room, sitting cross-legged on the bare wooden board, playing with his ideals in the dim sunlight.

He deserves a better, bigger, brighter and more spectacular stage.

There will be many people taking care of the running of his laboratory, and he will not have to be limited to trivial matters, and he will not have to worry about the source of every part and every material.

There will be many people who will arrange his life to perfection, so that he does not have to worry about daily necessities when he is busy, and does not have to devote extra attention to solving life difficulties after the intense brain work.

Those who contribute to the country should be cherished by the country. Shen Minghuan deserves better treatment, and he should also have better treatment.

It is simply the cruelest thing to do to a scientist to allow a brilliant person to sit in a corner doing nothing, subject to poor conditions and unable to turn his ideas into reality, and to have no similar partners around him to communicate with.

- They banished him to endless loneliness.

Yes, loneliness, this was Gu Wenjing's only thought after seeing everything in front of him.

It was as if he was falling into the deep sea, and the boundless blackness was dragging him deeper. The dense sea water was undoubtedly squeezing out all the oxygen around him, but he opened his eyes and was clearly aware of all this happening.

Ah, Gu Wenjing thought, so this is loneliness.

Professor Gu, who has a strong sense of empathy, was feeling sad. Song Dazhi's furious voice came from outside the door, "Comrade Gu, so you are here. Aren't you looking for Teacher Shen? He is back."

"You also like this place? By coincidence, everyone in our village likes Teacher Shen's house. It looks comfortable." Song Dazhi said with a simple smile, as if he was advertising the village.

Densely packed and neatly organized, it looks really healing.

Gu Wenjing smiled and said, "Yes, I like it very much, but sometimes I also hate it."

Scientific research is such a thing that people love and hate.

Song Dazhi didn't know why, but it was normal for scholars to speak strangely. His son had also been very strange recently, "Comrade Gu, Teacher Shen is at the entrance of the village. I'd better take you directly to Yun's house. Teacher Shen should go back now."

Gu Wenjing responded and followed him away.

On the way out, I saw many people coming in this direction. The large and small bags in the hands of the children were all taken by the adults, and the group chatted and laughed.

Before Gu Wenjing could ask, Song Dazhi explained naturally: "Teacher Shen should have bought it. He used to buy these things often. I heard from the village chief that these things are valuable."

He said distressedly: "Every time, half of it is destroyed by these bastards. We wanted to use wood to replace it, but Teacher Shen said that wood won't work."

He became excited again as he spoke, "Comrade Gu, the wood-making skills in the village are very good now, and they can make exactly the same wood. Look, that is my son, his name is Song Youcai."

Zhang Jingchang, who was following him, was also in disbelief, "Where did he get so much money?"

No one knows better than them how expensive it is to conduct experiments, and the growth of an excellent scientific researcher must be accumulated through countless experiments.

The reason why China has so few talents today is because it is too poor and cannot let them freely test their ideas.

Zhang Jingchang didn't know which one was more surprising: "Shen Minghuan can afford a lot of experimental equipment" or "Shen Minghuan is willing to provide students with experiments".

Gu Wenjing had already gone up to strike up a conversation out of curiosity, "What are these for?"

Even though he was well-informed, he didn't see the use of these strange materials.

The adults racked their brains: "It seems to be used for... what, to shine? Oh yes, Teacher Shen said that he thinks Mutian Village needs to have light."

The adults looked confident and even thought it was cool and wanted to say it again.

Yun Gouer calmly explained: "This is used to make solar power panels. The teacher said he wanted to do it before, but he didn't have enough money."

As a king, Shen Minghuan has always been exposed to rain and dew, and will not care about one thing or the other. If he does something, he will make the entire Mutian Village light up at the same time, not just the Yun family.

He knew that these naive villagers wouldn't care, but he did.

"Solar power generation?" Gu Wenjing and Zhang Jingchang exclaimed at the same time.

Zhang Jingchang felt a little magical: "Teacher, can the sun generate electricity?"

The students were not happy, "Our teacher said yes, then it can be!"

Song Dazhi patted Zhang Jingchang on the shoulder and said cheerfully: "Comrade, don't mind, these kids don't let people say bad things about Teacher Shen, even I can only praise Teacher Shen at home."

Gu Wenjing looked at the materials without blinking, and answered softly: "I don't know."

He said to Zhang Jingchang dryly: "I heard that someone abroad has proposed this idea before, but it should not have succeeded yet."

And China has not even laid out all the wires, the most basic thermal power generation is still barely enough, let alone spending energy on solar energy research.

Gu Wenjing leaned over and looked at Yun Gou'er, and asked kindly: "Can these make Mutian Village, um, have light?"

"... Grandpa Gu, this is better used to coax these adults, we are not so naive." What light or not, they are mature children, they believe in science!

The children were very friendly to Gu Wenjing, who had taught them for a while. "These are not enough. The teacher said he would go again tomorrow, and then he could make the whole village use electricity."

The whole village.

If it really succeeds, even if there are twice as many materials as now, the cost will be extremely low.

You know, solar energy is inexhaustible. As long as the power generation panels can be made, there is almost no additional investment in the later stage except for maintenance.

As long as it can be made.

Zhang Jingchang was amazed: "Comrade Shen is very confident."

Otherwise, he would not buy the entire village's share at one time. It seems that this matter is extremely simple for him, and he can be completely sure of his success.

The adults didn't agree, "Do we have to go to the city tomorrow? I say, Gou'er, if Teacher Shen wants anything, ask him to write a note, and we can buy it for him when we are free."

"That's right, it's a pain to go to the city. Now the weather is getting cold again. Teacher Shen is not in good health. I just heard him coughing."

The village chief walked slowly by and said, "Gou'er, my son sent me some food. You can come to me later and take some back."

Yun Gou'er was embarrassed, "Uncles, village chief, it's useless to tell me. The teacher will definitely not agree."

They walked away while talking, but Gu Wenjing and others looked unhappy.

They knew that this person was in poor health as early as in the library, but they didn't care much at that time. There are too many sufferings in the world. There are many people who are hungry and full on this land. The word "health" is a luxury.

But for capable scientific researchers, the whole country will worry about their health. Every day they live may represent a hope.

Gu Wenjing was not familiar with Shen Minghuan before. Now he has the care and love for Shen Minghuan as a pioneer to a latecomer, as a senior to a junior, and also the feeling of empathy in the small room.

If this feeling is so deep that he can't help but feel sad when he hears that this person is sick, then it is indeed not. He is more worried and panicked now.

Gu Wenjing and others quickened their pace.

Yun Gou'er was still helping to sort things out in the small house, and Grandma Yun had already called Shen Minghuan to eat first.

Since Shen Minghuan came, Yun Gou'er's status in Grandma's mind has been declining again and again.

"Comrade, have you eaten?" Grandma Yun poked her head out of the kitchen again in a familiar posture of Fang Peng: "You are here to see Minghuan, right? Come on, let's eat and chat, don't be polite, I have done a lot."

Fang Peng stepped forward to negotiate, "Auntie, we have agreed with the village chief, and we will eat at his place later, don't be busy."

They had lunch at the village chief's place at noon.

After all, including the soldiers protecting Gu Wenjing, they came with a total of 14 people, and the village chief also specially invited two people to cook.

"Looking for me?" Shen Minghuan heard the voice coming out of the room, and he smiled: "Looking for Gou'er? Well, he will be back soon."

Grandma Yun originally planned to persuade Fang Peng, but after seeing Shen Minghuan, she didn't care about them. She smiled like coaxing a child: "Minghuan, your aunt Yang just sent a bowl of chicken soup, I will heat it up for you, you can drink it before eating? How about steaming a bowl of eggs for you and pouring some soy sauce on it? There is still some meat left from last time, how do you want to cook it?"

Shen Minghuan said helplessly: "Aunt, a bowl of porridge will do."

Although the porridge has no taste, it is at least not bad. In this era, few people pay attention to the heat when cooking, and the seasoning is pitifully few, and the meat is also fishy and woody.

If there is a choice, Shen Minghuan really doesn't want to eat.

"How can you keep up with the nutrition if you only drink porridge?" Grandma Yun advised distressedly: "Eat a little bit?"

Shen Minghuan listened with a faint smile, obviously not planning to change.

"Why don't you want to eat?" Gu Wenjing couldn't help asking.

Shen Minghuan said frankly: "It's not delicious, I can't eat it."

There's nothing to hide, he admits that he is picky.

Sometimes, watching Grandma Yun cook in various ways to persuade him to eat, Shen Minghuan would think that maybe his character in the past was really bad, so his tribesmen couldn't stand it and betrayed him.

It's bad, it's bad, he is a very annoying person, and he can't change it.

Shen Minghuan's words are very strange, at least the people present can't understand it.

Some people have never tasted meat in their lives. If a person is extremely hungry, nothing will taste bad. Even soil can satisfy hunger, not to mention meat, which is fragrant and tempting when boiled in water.

If it wasn't a problem with the food itself, then Shen Minghuan "felt" it unpalatable.

Gu Wenjing knew that people would lose their appetite when they were sick, and there was also a phrase called "no appetite for food and no appetite for food", but Shen Minghuan's health didn't look that bad, so it was... a psychological illness?

Grandma Yun sighed and whispered: "Young Master's illness, not Young Master's life."

Although it seemed a bit yin and yang, Grandma Yun was not sarcastic, she felt sorry for Shen Minghuan from the bottom of her heart.

If the naughty children in the village were picky and refused to eat, she would only think that they were spoiled and would just beat them up. But Shen Minghuan never made a fuss, he just drank the porridge quietly, and when he couldn't refuse, he just frowned and swallowed it with difficulty.

Seeing the indifference and embarrassment between his eyebrows, Grandma Yun couldn't bear to force him.

"Comrade Gu, Comrade Fang, do you want some chicken soup? I'll go get it for you." Grandma Yun felt bad, but she was more or less used to it, and soon became capable again.

The chicken soup was given to Ming Huan by someone else. If Ming Huan didn't want to drink it, she could use it to entertain guests. She was old and didn't want to waste such good things.

The amount of chicken soup was not enough for the dozen people present. Comrade Gu was said to be a teacher and had taught children in the village. Comrade Fang suffered a lot last time and needed to be replenished.

Grandma Yun smiled and gave the two special treatments openly. She whispered to Gu Wenjing: "Don't persuade Ming Huan. He, he really can't eat."

It's not that she is deliberately putting on airs, nor is it that she is angry and upset. That person is not so childish. He just...can't eat.

Grandma Yun went into the kitchen to get busy.

Gu Wenjing felt that this matter was very serious. He restrained his expression and said seriously: "Comrade Shen, will you go back to Kyoto with me?"

This person needs a detailed physical examination.

"Me?" Shen Minghuan didn't expect that there was something about him. He shook his head: "I can't go back now."

His wallet is here, the semi-finished protective shield is on the way, and the semi-finished missile is still stored in Country M.

What is there to go back? He wants to communicate with his dear friends!

Gu Wenjing said earnestly: "It will be convenient for you to do scientific research when you return to Kyoto. The conditions here are not sufficient."

Shen Minghuan said confidently: "I can do scientific research better here."

There is a whole M country scientific research team here to help him. Except for being a little stupid, there are no other shortcomings. Oh, the money they give can even make him forgive their stupidity.

China is too poor. Shen Minghuan feels that he will feel guilty if he asks China for money.

"It's time to eat. Let's make way. Be careful of the heat." Grandma Yun held a plate in one hand, as if she couldn't feel the temperature. She said enthusiastically: "Comrade, sit down and eat together?"

"Really, we..."

"Grandma, I'm back." Yun Gou'er ran back all the way, "Grandpa Gu, the village chief is calling you to eat."

It's not good to disturb people when they are having a meal, and Professor Gu's desire to survive told him that it's best not to poach people in front of the villagers, so he had to put it aside for the time being.

"Thank you Gou'er for passing on the message. We'll go now."

Professor Gu has always been gentle and amiable to these children.

Before leaving, he suddenly turned around and asked, "Comrade Shen, have you really been caught by a spy?"

Not really suspicion... well, a little bit, but more of curiosity, after all, it's not easy to escape from a spy.

Shen Minghuan didn't expect that they also knew what he had made up to the village chief, and he nodded seriously: "Yeah!"

Not only was he caught, but he even had a cordial and friendly exchange with the general of the United States. He felt that if he continued to lurk for a while, he would be "caught" and chat with the president.

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Before the sun completely set, Professor Gu and others were ready to set off back, and before leaving, they asked Shen Minghuan for his opinion again.

Shen Minghuan didn't want to go to the military base with them, so he had to settle for the second best and leave Fang Peng.

Enthusiastic Grandma Yun was very happy to have another mouth to feed at home, and Yun Gouer was eager to learn skills from Fang Peng.

Shen Minghuan had a blank expression on his face, "Do you have to follow me like this?"

"Of course." Fang Peng said firmly, "Only in this way can I better protect you."

"But I want to sleep now!" Shen Minghuan couldn't stand it anymore, "Go out, go back to your own room."

Fang Peng was still trying to sleep on the floor in Shen Minghuan's room, and Gu Wenjing on the other side scolded Jiang Li again.

"Asshole Jiang, Shen Yan entrusted the child to you, and this is how you act as an elder?"

Gu Wenjing recalled Shen Minghuan's "miserable condition" and his scolding became more and more sincere.

Jiang Li was confused: "What's wrong with me?"

"Um, Professor Gu, calm down, can you tell me what you saw today?"

The person next to him didn't expect the two professors to be like this in private, he smiled awkwardly and gently interrupted the quarrel.

Gu Wenjing, whose personality collapsed: "... Ji Wangchen, I recognize your voice, laugh if you want."

The elegant old man called "Ji Wangchen" stopped talking, but Jiang Li laughed out loud without hesitation: "You can't blame me, old man Gu, I wanted to remind you."

Ji Wangchen is a diplomat of China and is also responsible for intelligence.

China has few talents, and can only split one person into two halves, which is also unavoidable.

"You are directly responsible for Ming Huan's matter?" Gu Wenjing was surprised.

Ji Wangchen smiled lightly: "It is not too much to be cautious to be able to draw the design of the Kunpeng fighter."

Kunpeng, the name they gave to Jiang Li as a birthday gift from Shen Minghuan.

Originally, the designer should have named it himself, but Shen Minghuan was not there, and the fighter needed a convenient code name, so the gift owner simply named it first. If Shen Minghuan didn't want to, he could change it after he came back.

From here, we can see the difference in naming ability. If it was handed over to Shen Minghuan, he would probably name it by number.

Due to the tight time and heavy tasks, they could only modify the abandoned fighter on the original basis. Although only a rough prototype was made at present, the success of the detection system alone was enough to make them happy.

You know, what made them most helpless was not that they didn't have enough firepower to intercept enemy fighters, but that they couldn't even find the other party's position.

The enemy crossed the border at will, coming and going as they pleased, leisurely as if they were strolling in their own backyard. Sometimes the intruders could be seen with the naked eye, but the detection system had no response.

Their soldiers were willing to defend the dignity of the country with their lives, but they were sad that they often didn't even have the opportunity to sacrifice.

But all this will eventually become a thing of the past.

According to the information they have, the detection system carried by Kunpeng is one level higher than the current top shielding technology.

Jiang Li tried to name this technology "No Thief in the World", meaning that the traces of all thieves in the world are transparent in their eyes, and they can hit whoever they want.

But it was rejected because it was not low-key enough and did not conform to China's principle of "making a fortune in silence".

"Shen Minghuan's past resume is nothing surprising." Ji Wangchen frowned slightly, "Wen Jing, in your opinion, what kind of person is Shen Minghuan?"

Jiang Li was dissatisfied, "You should ask me this question, why ask him?"

Gu Wenjing ignored him, and the miracles of Mutian Village flashed in his mind very clearly. He took a deep breath and answered very seriously: "A well-deserved and unparalleled genius."

"I don't know how such a person could have been unknown before, but I think, Ji Wangchen, we have to pay more attention to him."

He told them about the planting machine, papermaking machine, growth liquid, solar panels...

"He has only been in Mutian Village for three months." Gu Wenjing said.

In three months, they have achieved results that others may not be able to achieve in three lifetimes.

Both sides fell into a long silence, and only the heavy breathing of each other could be heard.

After a long time, Ji Wangchen murmured: "He is only 24 years old this year."

Shen Minghuan, 24 years old, is so young, so... limitless.

A strong youth means a strong country.

Jiang Li leaned back on the chair, and the bamboo chair creaked under the weight.

Ji Wangchen was amused by his lifeless eyes and teased: "Now you know why I didn't ask you?"

If they didn't know Jiang Li and knew that Jiang Li's patriotism was unquestionable, they would suspect that this man was deliberately suppressing students and ruining the future of the motherland.

Jiang Li felt wronged. He even asked Gu Wenjing, "Why don't I know what you said?"

Gu Wenjing snorted, "What do you know? Do you know that Ming Huan can't eat?"

"Ah?"

"The villagers told me that Ming Huan can't eat anything except porridge, and he feels uncomfortable eating meat."

Jiang Li was anxious: "How can this body bear it? When Ming Huan was at home, at most he had a smaller appetite, but it wouldn't be like this!"

Ms. Feng asked Shen Ming Huan to eat at home from time to time, and he was obviously normal at that time.

"Either he was forcing himself, or the disease was not serious at that time, or... your family's food is better?" Gu Wenjing made a joke, but he fell silent after saying it.

He didn't think life in Mutian Village was hard, and he had experienced even harder days in his early years.

But Shen Ming Huan was born in Kyoto and had never been hungry since he was a child. For him, suddenly coming to a backward and barren place like Mutian Village, the gap must be huge, right?

He remembered that Grandma Yun sighed and said, "The young master has a disease, but not a life." If Shen Minghuan really had "the young master's disease," it was because they indulged him.

But they also took away his treatment as a young master.

Shen Minghuan obviously didn't need to temper his character as Jiang Li said, so this was just pure torture.