Ning Anmin followed Ning Jianzhong into the study room on the main room on the right side of the main room. Ning Jianzhong pointed to the four black leather booklets placed on the crimson desktop.

"Just watch it in this room. If you can't remember it in two days, don't go home. Just go to the Nansha War Zone to report."

Ning Anmin moved to his desk in a depressed mood and sat down. He opened a black-skin booklet, and the words "Sensing City, Data City" came into view.

"Ah!! Grandpa, how could you have these books here?"

Ning Anmin's voice suddenly rose a lot, and his expression became excited.

"Why, why can't I have these books here?"

"The environment gap is too big. My friend in my dormitory was poached to Shencheng by Hong Kongji Electric Corporation at the beginning of this year. When everyone was on May Day holiday, they would gather in the capital. The guy made this set of books difficult to find in the sky and underground. I asked him to send me a few books, and he even said something so squeamishly."

In the 1980s, some accommodation departments of Peking University were mixed with each other. Ning'an Minshangpu's professionalism was computer engineering. Due to its solid foundation and strong curiosity, at the beginning of the year, Hong Kong Major Corporation would dig out from the Chinese Academy of Sciences to optimize the wafer production line.

Speaking of Ning Anmin's keenness for supercomputers, he also has to thank the cultivation and indoctrination of the brothers on the upper bunk back then.

Ning Anmin kept talking, his hands moved faster, and he opened the booklet with some difficulty. Then Ning Anmin saw the opening words of Li Yuanling in "The Digital Age" that were enough to reshape the three views of ordinary people.

"Digital Age" - Hong Kong-based collector's internal journal.

We work hard not for our ideals, nor for our leadership of the world, but for our money to go home to our wife.

——Li Yuanling.

"Ai, grandpa, who is Li Yuanling? It's so bright that half of the sky is so good. It's just right to be the chairman of the Women's Federation in Haizili."

"Only this time, no big or small ones are allowed. If you start from your sister, you have to call your auntie ~."

"Uh~uh~~, it turns out that it's that mother, grandpa, and sister's mother-in-law, look a bit strong."

Ning Anmin looked up at Ning Jianzhong and looked again and again, trying to find answers to some questions he had never understood from Ning Jianzhong's expression.

"Eat salty radish and worry about it, and repeat what you said just now."

Mr. Ning was as motionless as a mountain, and Ning Anmin's temptation was rewarded without any results.

"Uh~uh~~, it turns out it's Liang Yuan's mother, grandpa, sister's mother-in-law, my aunt looks a bit strong."

Because his little tail was held in his hand by Mr. Ning, Ning An repeated his words in his unloving tone again. Apart from adding some subjects, he did not even dare to omit the auxiliary tone.

"Just say you're worried about eating salty radish."

As soon as Ning Anmin finished speaking, Mr. Ning made another critical verbal blow.

Looking at Ning Anmin's faceless life, Ning Jianzhong laughed and said, "Do you know why I object to your father sending you into the army?"

Ning Anmin shook his head.

"Speaking of Anmin, you should be more like your mother. Since you were a child, you have been insensitive to changes in the surrounding environment. Going to the battlefield is just to die."

Ning Anmin, who had just been hit by language, instantly became a true life without any desire.

"Look at grandpa's study, what's the difference?"

"It seems much brighter than before."

Ning'an Minyou looked around and compared his memories from the last time he came with the decorations of the study in front of him.

"Ah, I found that the windows in the study were replaced by small grids to large glass. I said why is it so bright? It's a bit dazzling when reading books by the table."

"Show you something good."

Ning Jianzhong smiled mysteriously and took out a thin plate-like object with wire B5 paper size from the lattice mahogany bookcase, with a piece of red silk covered it.

With a little caution, Ning Jianzhong slowly placed this thin square object on the book.

At Ning Jianzhong's instructions, Ning Anmin lifted the silk and found a square screen similar to the first generation of large tablets in his eyes.

Ning Jianzhong reached out and pressed the switch on the thick side of the screen. After a very slight "pop" sound, the flat display lit up.

The ordinary black and white LCD screen looks very clear under the white backlight, and the square flat panel display is divided into nine-cable grids of equal size.

If you don’t consider resolution, true colors, high-definition and other things, even in the early 1990s, flat touch displays have mature industrial products available.

But there are more technical camps, including traditional CRT, plasma, field emission display, electroluminescence display, vacuum fluorescence display, infrared display, and liquid crystal display that dominated the world in later generations. There are mature products to choose from in this era.

Of course, it is incomparable to later generations where you can't compare with the screens that can hold your fingers and scratch your left and right. This flat panel display currently only supports the first screen and the first scene. However, in terms of the number of displays on the same screen, Hong Kong-based power collectors have chosen the nine-grid in the traditional culture of the Republic.

The nine-dish grid is marked from top to bottom, from left to right, with TV, refrigerator, washing machine, water heater, air conditioner, air purifier, sunlight intensity, light control, and these nine options are marked in sequence.

Each option has an icon that looks very delicate in this era on the text.

After the Lunar New Year, Ning'an Min heard the brothers in the upper bunk boasting about the concept of Hong Kong-based electric collector technology leading life. You can tell at a glance that this thing is used as a smart home control center.

Nowadays, except for a few people like Ning Anmin, I really don’t know that this flat display controls smart homes.

The electric lights and telephones upstairs and downstairs represent the developed and prosperous republic in the early 1990s, and smart homes can be regarded as a product of the communist era.

Ning Anmin's excited hands shook a little, and said incoherently: "Grandpa, where did this thing come from?"

"You know, ask."

"I can't believe it?"

"Oh, it hurts, I know I didn't dream."

Ning Anmin glanced around the room, but didn't see the TV, but only found an air conditioner. Ning Anmin poked the screen with a little sacred mood~~~~.

Hey! The air conditioner didn't respond?

I poked it again, but still no response?

"That's uneasy, it's useless to poke the screen."

Ning Jianzhong said slowly.

Ning Anmin moved his finger to the air purifier~

"This has to wait for two months. It is said that there is a problem with the data transmission interface."

Ning Jianzhong added another sentence slowly.

"Grandpa, which one of these icons can be used?"

Ning Jianzhong coughed lightly, stretched out his finger and pointed the sunlight intensity carefully. The icon that was clicked turned into half the size of the screen, and a progress bar with a slider appeared on the right side of the icon.

Ning Jianzhong pressed the slider on the progress bar with his index finger and gently pulled it down. Less than half a breath, the sunlight in the study suddenly darkened.

"Ai, I'll go~~"

Looking at the four originally clear and transparent large glass in the study room, suddenly blew with foggy white light. Apart from the meaningless tone auxiliary words, Ning Anmin's brain could no longer find the appropriate adjectives.

Ning Jianzhong slid up and down the screen with his fingers a few times. The light in the house quickly responded to the changes in light and darkness as Ning Jianzhong's fingers.

"These nine icons are lit up, and each household has one. I dare not say that communism should be almost realized."

Ning Jianzhong looked at this flat touch screen that seemed to be really careless to Liang Yuan, with a focused look and a gentle tone as if he had returned to the wedding night of the wedding night.

"How did this glass do? Where did Grandpa get these things? This glass is simply amazing! Which other icons can be used?"

"When you read the book honestly, have you never heard the old saying that there is Yan Ruyu's own golden house in the book? Once you understand the book, you will know where the things come from."

Ning Jianzhong reprimanded Ning Anmin, who had not yet come back to his senses, with a magnificent momentum.
Chapter completed!