In this era, death is still a very direct and effective method. In addition, the traditional concept of the dead being the most important thing allowed Li Jinming to escape the final judgment, and the things he had plundered before suddenly became irrelevant...

Director Zhang once again returned to the stranded site to be responsible for the daily work of the construction site. Because Li Kuiyong made contributions in this campaign to catch borers, Director Yang made an exception and gave him the identity of a formal worker.

After hearing the news, Mr. Li pulled He Yuzhu and wanted to deliver cigarettes to him. Unfortunately, the cigarettes were still not delivered, so he turned around and took half a pack of good cigarettes.

Today, He Yuzhu did not ride a bicycle, but held the newspaper on Mr. Li’s desk a few days ago, publishing "The Road to Industrialization of Flower Planters".

He Yuzhu, who rarely read newspapers in his previous life, looked at the two theories about Daqing people relying on teachers and took three years to take down the oil field.

The construction of the large oilfield has adhered to the principle of combining centralized leadership with mass movements from beginning to end, and has met the requirements of how fast, good and cheap the overall construction route of flower planters, and has opened up a correct path for the industrialization of flower planters.

It was the first time that Liu Yumo, who was following behind, saw He Yuzhu reading newspapers so seriously.

When he walked to the entrance of the alley, a bell suddenly rang, but He Yuzhu was still addicted to the ocean of knowledge.

Liu Yumo quickly stepped forward and grabbed He Yuzhu's arm. He Yuzhu, who was caught off guard, pressed Liu Yumo against the wall due to the effect of inertia.

A perfect wall buzzer made both of the unexpected stunned.

"Little comrade, is it okay?"

At this time, the ambiguous atmosphere was destroyed by an old voice.

Liu Yumo's eyes flashed with panic, and then he tried to calmly open He Yuzhu's arm, leaning against the wall, and walked away quickly.

Her steps were a little rapid, and a hint of redness began to slowly emerge on her face.

He Yuzhu was about to turn his head and yell at the uninvited guest: "Little? I'm not only not small, but also very big!"

But just when he turned his head to look at the old man, He Yuzhu suddenly felt that the old man looked so familiar and seemed to have seen him somewhere...

I saw him wearing a pair of round black-framed glasses, his hair was neatly combed behind his head with something like hairspray, and he was slightly thin and wearing a dark Zhongshan outfit.

In Sijiu City, as long as he is over fifty years old and Zhongshan's outfits are clean and tidy, He Yuzhu basically dares not be too rude.

Because when he was a child, his parents often said this in that generation: "If you don't have the capital, you don't know that the official is small; if you don't have the demon city, you don't know that the money is small."

Moreover, the person in front of him is so familiar, He Yuzhu dares not act rashly.

"Little comrade?" the old man looked at He Yuzhu apologetically and said, "Didn't you hurt you?"

He Yuzhu waved his hand and said, "It's okay, I'm fine."

"It's fine." The old man smiled and asked randomly, "Then, comrade, do you know Yuzhu, the canteen director of the steel rolling mill, where Director He lives?"

He pointed at the monk and asked the bald donkey, and he didn't recognize him, so what are you doing?

He Yuzhu did not answer him, but asked back: "Is there anything wrong with you when you look for He Yuzhu?"

"It's nothing," the old man said indifferently, "I'm just entrusted by someone to talk to him."

Someone asked you to chat with me?

what?

Chat with me?

Do you think you are Sister Dandan and you have to chat about two cents at any time?

Don’t you know that the popular monthly tickets in this era?

He Yuzhu nodded and said, "Tell me, what's the matter?"

"You are He Yuzhu?" The old man looked at He Yuzhu and said in a little surprised, "I didn't expect you to be so young."

The old man stretched out his hand and introduced himself politely: "My name is Liang Chengsi. It was Mr. Jin who asked me to come and see what kind of stranded land project you have."

grass!

No wonder it looks so familiar.

After a long time, he turned out to be the super giant who planned the Sijiu City and designed the overseas glory and monument!

As for the old man he mentioned, he should be Director Yang’s teacher and the old dean of the Academy of Agricultural Sciences.

Sure enough, there is a circle in every field. Only by getting involved can you discover how small you are...

He Yuzhu held Liang Chengsi's hand and said excitedly: "Your boss is here, you are in a bad mood to welcome you."

"No." Liang Chengsi suddenly said, "It's not yet your house, it's already a far-reaching welcome."

The slightly humorous words brought the distance between the two one step closer.

Along the way, Liang Chengsi told He Yuzhu about the purpose of Mr. Jin asking him to come.

This reminded He Yuzhu of the spirit of the people of Daqing in the newspaper, that is, everyone is working hard for the progress of society, the prosperity of the people, and the strength of the country.

Although a small experimental project seems inconspicuous, in their eyes, it plays a good role in efficient development, comprehensive utilization, and scientific exploration.

Liang Chengsi also told He Yuzhu through simple and clear meanings based on the information he saw with Mr. Jin.

Liang Chengsi's words made He Yuzhu, who had basically never touched architecture, refreshed his eyes. At the same time, some of the insights that He Yuzhu put forward from time to time on TV broadcasted on later generations also made Liang Chengsi's eyes lit up.

In this way, a chef and an architect were on the road from architecture to education, from structure to science. Although sometimes He Yuzhu said that the donkey head was wrong, Liang Chengsi would always ponder for a moment and then give some answers.

When he arrived at the Sihe Courtyard, He Yuzhu diligently brought tea and water to Liang Chengsi, then took out a small notebook with only a few pages and a rotten pen from the drawer, and listened carefully to some of the improvement measures Liang Chengsi had to make for the project.

When Han Chunming came with his schoolbag on his back, he saw his master giving a lecture as seriously as an old man, and his heart was moved.

The master worked so hard, how could his disciple be behind others?

I walked into the side room silently and started washing my hands to practice cutting the pier...

...

At this time, a few low moans came from an office of the steel rolling mill.

If He Yuzhu was here, he would clearly see his neighbor, the good wife of the Jia family, who was celebrating her love under someone else's crotch.

The rain scattered and the clouds were collected. Qin Huairu asked in a low voice while tidying up her clothes: "Manager, what I'm rating..."

"Don't worry." The strong middle-aged man looked at Ke Ren'er in front of him with unsatisfactory satisfaction and said with a smile, "As long as you are obedient, let alone rating, you can even be a deputy director!"

At this moment, he suddenly thought of something and said playfully: "I heard that you are quite familiar with Director He?"

Qin Huairu, who was buttoning, paused slightly, and then said softly: "It's just a neighbor in the yard, so I can't be very familiar with it."

The middle-aged man hugged Qin Huairu from behind, turned his head and blew gently in her ear, "Then can you do something for me?"

Qin Huairu tilted her head and nodded silently...
Chapter completed!