Dobroff had indeed bound all the drawings and craft cards together perfectly. This man obviously had good working ability. Yang Mingzhi thought to himself. He was going to several arsenals today to submit new drawings. There must be one among his entourage.

People who know their stuff.

Anyway, it is definitely not enough to just bring a personal guard named Grishenko. Then he cannot be the only one to face the non-stop chatter from those factory directors.

Since Dobroff is determined to be a helper, order him to help explain it. If he explains it well, he will prove his ability.

It was already nine o'clock in the morning, and excessive mental and physical exhaustion could not be relieved by a few hours of sleep. Yang Mingzhi yawned a few times, wiped his eye mucus, and after eating breakfast, his condition was a little better.

Let's talk about breakfast. Today's breakfast is unparalleled in bread, and the side dish is still potato soup.

However, Annie got up very early. She signed a long-term bicycle rental agreement with the housekeeping department of the Academy of Sciences. So at five o'clock in the morning, she rode her bicycle straight to the warehouse of the canteen, took the note previously approved by the person in charge, and collected it.

A sack full of fifty kilograms of freshly ground flour.

The sacks were placed in the kitchen for the time being. Yang Mingzhi took a closer look and found that the flour was all whole wheat flour, which could obviously be further processed. Considering that the Soviet Union now wants to use all edible things as military rations, there was naturally no time for flour.

finishing.

Whole wheat flour just tastes a little rougher, and Yang Mingzhi can't forget the excited look in his wife's eyes early in the morning, as if what was in the sack was not flour, but gold.

"Brother, you are in for a treat now. You can go and get busy today. When you come back, I will make soup noodles for you myself. I will definitely let you experience the feeling of our hometown."

It was this promise that made Yang Mingzhi really full of expectations.

Nowadays, there are only a handful of people in the entire Soviet Union who can make Chinese noodles, and even pasta is rare. In the huge Soviet Union, the staple food of soldiers is mostly bread, and the 80 million people in the Soviet-controlled areas basically succumb to the policy and

Potatoes fill the stomach, and it is impossible to talk about eating well. Being full is already a great happiness.

While in Moscow, Anne had already learned about the principles of Chinese noodles from Carambola. She never imagined that the magical Chinese noodles are made by rolling the dough into dough with a wooden stick, folding it, and cutting it into strips with a knife.

Add to boiled soup and cook.

Compared to baking bread, Anne really feels that the Chinese are more efficient in cooking dishes and have more complex tastes.

There is just an insurmountable obstacle to eating noodles, chopsticks.

Using two wooden sticks as tweezers may take years of practice, and Anne's own attempts ultimately failed.

Noodle soup, if you think about it, it is delicious. Considering that Russians have eaten bread for thousands of years, it is more pragmatic to bake bread in ovens with limited capacity. At least, no one will hate bread.

Baking bread requires a lot of preparation. Since the weather suddenly gets cold, you don’t have to worry about spoilage by baking more bread. You can even freeze the pre-made bread outdoors to keep it fresh. In the next few months, the outdoor world will be a big one.

refrigerator.

Anne thought that she could quickly make a batch of small ribaba, each one enough for one person for a day. After completing these preparations, she baked a few particularly large ones as a reserve grain for consumption at any time.

Large lobster is very shelf-stable because it is always deliberately kept dry, so that it should not be called bread, but rusk. For this hard bread, cutting it with a hacksaw is no less difficult than

Saw wood.

"Okay, everyone's food will depend on you from now on."

Yang Mingzhi gave Anne a few more instructions and left the small kitchen that was heated by the stove.

The existence of Anne, an excellent cook, has always made Yang Mingzhi very happy. Now that he thinks about it, she alone has the heart to be responsible for the meals of the entire design bureau. At least she has the confidence to prove that she can be responsible for the catering of so many people.

Yang Mingzhi couldn't help but think more. He said that after the factory is built, there must be a supporting staff canteen. So, can Anne be the head chef?

The problem of eating is never a trivial matter. At present, the Soviet Union's food supply to civilians is limited, and the food provided to workers is slightly better. If the limited food is cooked to perfection, the workers will eat comfortably and have strength to work.

At least Yang Mingzhi is full of energy now. When he thinks that after finishing the day's work, he will be able to eat the bread made by his wife after dark. How happy is it?!

Regarding the meal, Anne patted her chest and promised that she would serve everyone's food well as she always did.

"Haha, if the funds are sufficient in the future, I should give her a bonus to encourage her to continue to make good meals."

Let’s put this matter aside for now!

Yang Mingzhi ordered the guards to put the drawings compiled overnight into wooden boxes and move the boxes and boxes into the back seat of the car.

In fact, the space in the trunk is large enough. Considering the extraordinary significance of these drawings, they are like treasures, and it is safest to keep them in your pocket at all times. Yang Mingzhi has decided that Grishenko will still drive for a while, and the young man

Dobrov was sitting in the passenger seat.

The success of precious labor is held in the arms of the director himself.

He explained everything in detail, including urging the technicians doing physical training to wash their undershirts and hang them to dry in the warm dormitory.

Immediately afterwards, Yang Mingzhi knew very clearly that regarding the "squad machine gun drawings", he should not go directly to the factory of Nikolayevsky and others with the drawings. This matter must be reported to the mayor or the city department.

A secretary explained it clearly.

"Well, let's talk to that Umov. At least I talked a lot with this guy alone."

Among all the local officials in Novosibirsk City, the one with whom Yang Mingzhi negotiates the most is Mayor Umov. On the other hand, Umov is also a powerful figure in the region.

The two have already formed a cooperative alliance at the dinner table, because in order to fulfill the "obligations" of the alliance, there is reason to report today's events in advance.

Yang Mingzhi first returned to the big office, turned the dial on the phone, checked the number list, and cautiously called the mayor's office.

In the Soviet Union in this time and space, ordinary citizens did not have private telephones at home.

Today's telephone itself is an institutional privilege. After all, in the 1940s, only private telephones in the United Kingdom, the United States, France and Germany had a relatively high installed base.

On the eve of the war in the Soviet Union, the authorities were not yet able to equip all local agencies with telephones. Communication in remote places was still through wireless telegraphy and even letter transportation by railway. Based on the Soviet Union’s national conditions, the telephone itself was a luxury product, so the entire new

Siberia City, a huge city with a population of 1.5 million, has only over 400 installed telephones.

Yang Mingzhi reported his identity to the operator, and the lieutenant general's identity was here, and the call went to the mayor's office smoothly.

The person who answered the phone was the mayor's secretary.

"Ah! This is the respected General Berekov. Please wait a moment. I will invite Comrade Mayor here..."

Next, Yang Mingzhi heard the tapping sound of a series of leather shoes.

He couldn't help but wonder, this old guy Umov would never have time to spare on weekdays, and he was afraid that he would have some outings today. He was about to go out? Or was there another meeting being held in the Municipal Soviet Building?

Mayor Umov answered the phone with a smile. Yang Mingzhi was sure that the mayor was in a good mood today.

Without Yang Mingzhi speaking first, the mayor spoke up: "It's General Berekov. What exactly is it? Oh, you must ask about your two factory construction issues. I have already been urging you to do this, although

The weather has changed dramatically today. Please rest assured that those workers are carrying bricks and stones with strong enthusiasm. Today, the construction of roof steel beams for several factory buildings has begun..."

Umov's words were like a barrage of words, all in rapidly pronounced Russian, which made Yang Mingzhi accidentally hear clearly.

At least the core words are very clear, and the factory is still under construction in an orderly manner.

In this regard, Yang Mingzhi had to agree: "Thank you very much, Comrade Mayor."

"There is no need to be polite. On the contrary, you have not taken control of the factory. This is a mistake in our work."

"I still thank you. But I didn't call you today to mention this matter."

"Oh?" Umov thought for a moment, "Or is it about the follow-up to the firearms test?"

"Of course, I made major improvements to the basic version of the assault rifle. As you can see, the gun on the range can work like a machine gun, so I suddenly developed a pure machine gun version."

"What? You...you are saying it again!"

Yang Mingzhi could feel Umov's surprise through the phone.

Umov was indeed very surprised. He had to deeply admire General Berekov's research and development efficiency. The Pripyat Weapons Design Bureau actually produced two weapons within a week.

Yang Mingzhi repeated it again. Considering that it was difficult to explain clearly on the phone, he would give a brief explanation.

"In other words, your latest firearm is still in the drawing stage?" Umov asked eagerly.

"Yes, today I plan to hand over the drawings to the factory I have cooperated with immediately. I hope they can produce according to the drawings. Considering..."

"Ah, you don't need to say more, I understand everything. You think that because there is no production license, forced production conflicts with their planned tasks. Don't worry about this, Comrade Berekov, I fully support your scientific research work, I

You can give orders to those factories and order them to cooperate with your research and development."

"That's great!"

In fact, this result is certain. Yang Mingzhi feels that there is reason to go through due procedures for this kind of matter. Since the top coordinator of all production operations in Novosibirsk is Umov, especially the order to give the factory special production tasks, then all aspects of

No worries at all.

Correct procedures ultimately mean that it is completely legal to add new production tasks. Since his factory is still under construction, any project research and development requires cooperation with others. The work is really inconvenient, and Yang Mingzhi has to endure it in special times.

Yang Mingzhi thought so, and after a short period of thinking, Umov suddenly stood out.

"General Berekov, let's do this. In the future, if you have a new weapon design, I authorize you to directly find those factory directors who have cooperated with you to directly produce experimental weapons. Production licenses and other issues

You don’t need to explain to me unexpectedly. When the weapon comes off the production line and enters the experimental stage, please be sure to report it to your superiors."

"Really? Thank you so much."

"So, your new weapon...well, how long does it take for the prototype of your new machine gun to be off the production line?"

Umov was obviously in a state of mind, and of course he refused to ask this very sharp and critical question.

"This... I have absolute confidence in my drawings and processing technology. I think that as long as the factory works seriously and responsibly, we can still get the sample gun in about three days."

"Three days?! Are you sure!" Umov suddenly raised his voice, which scared Yang Mingzhi and subconsciously held the microphone further away.

"Yes, it's three days."

"That's great. As long as it takes three days to complete, you will have another gift for the leader!" Umov's excited attitude indicated one important thing. Yang Mingzhi thought about it for a while and already guessed it.

ten.
To be continued...