Chapter 66 (Chapter 66 (Two Hundred Thousand Nutrient Solutions...)

Finally, Yuan Jiang walked to the big tree, and the two children hiding behind the tree jumped out with relief.

Song's father had been waiting patiently, and was stunned when he saw Yuan Jiang coming:

"Comrade Yuan Jiang, why are you here?"

He hadn't seen anything yet.

Although it seemed that this experiment was lonely for the two children who were far away, it just proved the success of the silencer.

You know, the sound of a normal gun can cause tinnitus in the person who fired the gun.

Even Yuan Jiang, who always managed his facial expressions well, couldn't help but smile slightly when he spoke:

"The experiment was successful."

Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong, who looked at him expectantly, immediately jumped up on the spot.

"Wow!!!"

"We are awesome!!!"

The two kids were so happy that they came to Yuan Jiang with anticipation:

"Brother Yuan Jiang, since you succeeded, can you do it again for us?"

Zhao Xiaodong nodded repeatedly to agree with Song Yao:

"Yes, yes, this time we don't have to hide behind the tree, we can watch from the side!"

Yuan Jiang wanted to agree.

But the thought "This is the hope of Zhongzhou and needs to be treated with caution" kept popping up in his mind, so he chose to refuse.

"Not yet. Although this experiment was successful, it has not been tested in large quantities. If there is an accident, it will be very dangerous."

Zhao Xiaodong was still a little reluctant, but Song Yao was immediately excited.

When he was studying history books, he saw that many talented people died in accidents while doing various things on the road of scientific research.

The child who cherished his life very much nodded immediately:

"Then let us play after a lot of experiments... Let's see!"

Yuan Jiang, who was still excited:...Did Song Yao just say [play]?

Song Yao didn't care at all about what he almost said.

Seeing that Zhao Xiaodong was not very willing, he brainwashed Zhao Xiaodong:

"Have you forgotten what the teacher taught us! We are all the only children in our families!! We are also the hope of the whole village! So we must protect ourselves well and be careful in everything!"

Zhao Xiaodong was reminded, put away the reluctance on his face, and nodded heavily:

"Yes! We are so important! We must try our best to protect ourselves!"

He turned to look at Yuan Jiang and said worriedly: "Brother Yuan Jiang, then you will keep experimenting, right?"

Song Yao also looked worried: "Although I am very confident in the pipes we made, but if you keep experimenting, what if something unexpected happens?"

He remembered that when he was studying systematic learning, he had read a sentence in a book.

The general meaning is that there is no 100% safe thing in this world, it just depends on who is unlucky to encounter it.

At this moment, little Song Yao was a little worried that brother Yuan Jiang would be unlucky.

Seeing that the two children were very worried about him, Yuan Jiang felt a little warm-hearted, but also a little amused.

"Of course I won't try it myself."

"The effect of this muffler is beyond expectation. It should be useful to the country. I will hand it in."

After handing it in, the experimental performance and other things will naturally come to the country.

When he said it, he had roughly guessed the reaction of the two children. Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, the eyes of the two children in front of him lit up.

Song Yao: "Wow!! If it is useful! Will there be another bonus!"

Zhao Xiaodong: "Wow!! If the bonus is issued! Can we go to a restaurant again!"

Yuan Jiang knew it would be like this.

In the eyes of the two children, they are also very happy if there is a commendation, and it doesn't matter if there is no, as long as there is a bonus.

Because the bonus can buy a lot of food, and all kinds of materials they want.

He thought: It's still a child's thinking.

Just thinking about it, Song's father next to him also joined in happily:

"Then you have to treat us, at least two meals."

He also didn't think about the commendation at all...

Yuan Jiang:... Well, it may also be a family inheritance.

Because there was a bonus hanging in front of them, the two children who had lost interest in pipes for a long time and had not started their plans for this aspect became excited.

They ran back happily and searched through boxes and cabinets to find the forgotten [Plan for Installing Guns and Pipes].

Song's father and Yuan Jiang came back with the door panel.

After putting the door panel away, they went to see that the two children were still looking for it.

Song Yao looked for a long time without finding it, then looked up and asked Zhao Xiaodong uncertainly:

"Did we leave it at home?"

Zhao Xiaodong couldn't remember it either.

But after recalling it, he felt that it was really possible:

"At that time, we suddenly decided to come to Lecheng to play, and we had to chase the teacher. We were so anxious that we might not have packed it."

Song Yao said: "It must have been left at your house. I took all the plans that were left at my house."

Zhao Xiaodong pouted, but didn't refute.

After all, Song Yao has always been the more careful and serious one among the two of them.

Things left at his place have never been lost, and they are as safe as possible.

He even folds the quilt first when he wakes up every morning.

Zhao Xiaodong is the complete opposite.

If Song Yao hadn't been watching, he wouldn't have washed the back of his ears in the morning.

The two children sat in the messy room, dumbfounded for a while.

If they didn't bring the plan, how could they hand it over to the country?

Then would they still get their bonus?

When Yuan Jiang entered the room and quietly helped them clean up, Song Yao slapped the table:

"Okay! Let's rewrite it!"

Zhao Xiaodong's expression immediately became painful.

What he disliked most was writing a plan book, because there were many words to say and he had to analyze each step.

Song Yao saw that he was unhappy and patted his arm:

"Don't be unhappy, think about the bonus, we made this pipe together, and we both have a share of the bonus."

Zhao Xiaodong was just happy for a second, and then he heard Song Yao say:

"So I draw a design, and we will write together according to the design!"

Zhao Xiaodong: "..."

He cried and started writing with Song Yao.

Yuan Jiang couldn't suppress his excitement. After the two children generously said that they could look at it at will, he handed over two pieces of cut fruit and took a look.

He handed over two small moon cakes and took a look.

Seeing that the children had already written the cost, and the price on it was cheaper than he thought, Yuan Jiang was really happy.

So the soldier entrusted the two children to Song's father with a cold face, and quickly went downstairs to buy a bunch of things.

Song's father didn't quite understand what Yuan Jiang said, "The two children must be kept within sight, and the distance cannot exceed five meters."

But Yuan Jiang asked so carefully, he still moved a small stool, sat at the door, ate melon seeds and read books, and looked up from time to time to see Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong who were writing plans in full swing.

Then he saw Yuan Jiang coming back with a big bag of snacks.

All kinds of snacks.

Song's father: "..."

Seeing Yuan Jiang go into the house first and take a look at the two children, after making sure they were still fine, he went into the kitchen and quickly put together a fruit plate.

Then he walked into the big house with a blank expression.

Song's father: ... Forget it, as long as Comrade Yuan Jiang is happy.

Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong were not very interested in the muffler, so they did not enter the state of "working hard and ignoring the outside world at the beginning".

When the fruit was delivered to their mouths, they looked up happily and thanked them sweetly:

"Thank you, Brother Yuan Jiang."

The two children completely forgot the lesson of being fattened by feeding before, and they happily ate whatever they had.

However, although Yuan Jiang was feeding them online, when Song's father estimated that the time was about right and urged them to go to see Professor Wang together, they still hadn't finished writing the plan book.

Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong put the book on the table and ran out.

The children were very happy:

"Dad! Remember to bring our Zhiliaoji! Master will definitely like it!"

Yuan Jiang originally went out with them, but after a few seconds he couldn't help it and came back to pick up the book.

"Let's take it with us."

The two children didn't know the importance of the silencer very well. After all, Yuan Jiang couldn't tell them that "the border of our country is not peaceful. With a silencer, many soldiers' lives can be saved, and it may also affect the situation of the war."

No matter how genius they are, they are only eight and nine years old at this moment.

Yuan Jiang never said this kind of words that seemed full of sacrifice and blood in front of them.

But although they didn't understand how important the silencer was, they were still happy to put it in their schoolbags after Yuan Jiang's brother said so.

Anyway, a thin book doesn't take up much space.

Song Yao put the plan book in his schoolbag and happily went to circle around Song's father who was moving the cicada machine.

"Dad, be careful, don't drop it."

"If it drops, our recording yesterday will be in vain."

Song's father picked it up with some effort: "Little boy, how much iron did you use to make this thing? It's too heavy."

Song Yao was proud: "Although it's heavy, my master will definitely like it."

It's like he likes to eat candied haws, and if someone gives him a straw target of candied haws, he will definitely be very happy.

Originally it was just a toy made for playing, but now it has transformed into a gift to be given to the master (he will like it to a great extent), and Song Yao is super proud.

Yuan Jiang's reaction to the cicada machine was okay.

He had seen a tape recorder, and maybe in the last century, it could still be used in the military, but now, its importance is not enough to be targeted by spies.

Except for the fact that it screamed very loudly for a long time when it first appeared, which cast some shadows on the cold-blooded soldiers, there were no other problems.

Song Yao didn't know that the cicada machine he made was called a tape recorder. The child was still looking forward to asking Song's father about Professor Wang.

Although he felt that everyone loved him, especially the elders liked him when they saw him.

But! You still need to know more about your master to have a bottom line in your heart!

When Professor Wang was mentioned, Song's father immediately boasted.

"My teacher, that is to say, he is also a famous figure in Lecheng..."

Although Song's father's boasting was a bit exaggerated, to some extent, he was not wrong.

Professor Wang is relatively old. It is said that he was also a rich young man in the past, but the war came, his family was broken, and his elders were gone.

He took a lot of money to seek refuge with his relatives. His relatives were attracted by the money but did not want to support a half-grown boy like him, so they sold him out.

Then Professor Wang was shipped overseas by a black ship to work as a laborer.

He struggled on his own and escaped from a black mine abroad. Then he gritted his teeth and made money, then went to school locally and met his wife. The couple supported each other.

Later, when he heard that Zhongzhou had settled down, he returned to China with his wife. Because of his beautiful resume and his real talents, he was hired as a teacher at Lecheng University.

It was considered stable at first, but unfortunately his wife suffered too much in the early years and was always lingering on the bedside. She finally returned to her hometown and died within a few months of enjoying the blessings.

Professor Wang didn't say much about this, but Song's father suspected that when Professor Wang and his wife had just settled down in Zhongzhou and were still being watched by other countries, they came back in a hurry, probably because Professor Wang's wife didn't have much time.

When Song Yao heard this, he was puzzled by Song's father's analysis:

"Why are you so anxious to come back when you are sick? Can't you just get cured and come back?"

Although the child never passed by when he was sick, he was an expert in illness in the past.

When you are sick, you are already so uncomfortable and you have to come back from such a far away country (it is said that their country in Central China is separated by a sea), won't your condition become even worse?

Father Song glanced at his son lovingly:

"You kids don't understand."

"It's just because the disease can't be cured that I have to come back quickly."

Although he is young, if he were to live overseas, he would have become seriously ill.

Not to mention rushing, even if he vomited blood along the way, he would not die until he returned to his hometown.

Otherwise, he would die outside and he would not be able to close his eyes until he died.

"You will know when you grow up. People miss home the most when they are outside."

Song Yao felt a little guilty.

Because he didn't think much about going home when he came to Lecheng.

He and Zhao Xiaodong get together to make puppet arms every day. Brother Yuan Jiang feeds him delicious food from time to time. His father also brings him food from outside every few days.

If you feel bored at home, you can go to the teacher's house for dinner.

Moreover, the teacher was busy taking care of Grandpa He in the hospital and had no time to supervise them and assign them daily homework.

Song Yao was having a great time, and when he thought about going home after a while, he was a little reluctant to part with it.

Although the child does not show it consciously, adults can tell what he is thinking just by looking at his guilty look.

Father Song didn't care either.

The child is still young.

He continued to talk to Song Yao and the others about Professor Wang.

In fact, there is nothing to say later.

Since the death of his wife, Professor Wang's life has been dull.

While teaching, if someone asked a question, he would answer it.

Later, as he got older and suffered from more physical ailments, his temper became a little weird (although according to students who took classes with him, he had a weird temper when he was young), and he became increasingly impatient with the students.

Except for those businessmen who have been beaten up in the mall and can look down on themselves and ask for advice, most of the students who come to ask for advice are asked by their teachers.

Because everyone knows that Professor Wang has a bad temper.

But he is really awesome.

He had cheered a few people before, and everyone praised them fiercely.

It's a pity that Professor Wang has a weird temper, especially after retirement.

No matter whether the person who comes to seek advice is rich or not, or has a good attitude or a good attitude, he always looks down on him.

Only teachers he knows are willing to teach their students when they come to ask for advice.

But it was only for a moment.

When the time comes, everyone has to get out.

So it’s really amazing that Father Song can become Professor Wang’s disciple.

After Song Yao Xingxingyan finished listening, he went to see his father again.

"Wow, Dad, if you put it this way, you were accepted by the master because you are better than many people!"

Father Song actually felt this way secretly in his heart.

But he didn't say it.

"Let's not say this to the outside world. Your master likes humble students."

Song Yao immediately had an expression on his face that said "No problem, I will keep this big secret" and nodded.

Then he turned around and quietly said to Zhao Xiaodong:

"Let me tell you, my father defeated many people before he was accepted by the master."

After finishing speaking, the child should say something very cautiously:

"But don't tell anyone else because it's a secret."

Zhao Xiaodong nodded immediately.

Then he went to Yuan Jiang: "Brother Yuan Jiang, let me tell you a secret. Don't tell others."

Yuan Jiang, who had long heard what Song's father was saying to Song Yao: "...Okay."

The two children really couldn't keep their words.

But they feel that Zhao Xiaodong and Yuan Jiang are not "others".

After telling the secret, they happily chased each other on the road.

On the road, I met a group of children running past, laughing and joking. Two children even extended their hands to say hello.

The other party invited them to play together, but they regretfully refused:

"Not today, we have to go to Master's house."

"You don't know what master means, it's dad or mom's teacher. Well, this is my dad. He is amazing, and his teacher is also amazing!"

During his son's triumphant introduction, Father Song gave the children a amiable smile.

After the children left cheering, he asked:

"Yao'er, haven't you guys gone out for half a month? When did you make friends?"

Song Yao didn't think this was anything at all:

"It was the first time we went out in half a month. We played together for a long time."

Song's father: ...

You made so many friends after just one outing?

He's even better than his father.

Song Yao didn't know what his father was thinking.

He was still running all over the street.

It was afternoon time, and there were still relatively few people on the street.

The two children ran freely, looking at the tall trees on the roadside and thought they were beautiful, looking at the beautiful aunts and sisters passing by and thinking they were beautiful, and looking at the office workers riding bicycles passing by quickly and thinking they were beautiful.

Song Yao also picked up a beautiful leaf. It should have been gnawed by insects before it fell, but in the eyes of the children, the gnawed part looked like a rabbit holding a book and reading.

So he decided to give this leaf to Professor Wang, probably because his father said that the master liked reading very much.

Along the way, Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong felt that they had found a lot of treasures, and their moods were bright.

They arrived at the door of Professor Wang's house with laughter.

Professor Wang was basking in the sun in the yard.

When he heard the children's laughter, he was still wondering whose child dared to run to his door to play.

Because he looked fierce, had wrinkles all over his face, and was always alone at home, the children didn't know what kind of image he had created for him in private, and they didn't dare to play near his house.

Professor Wang didn't care much about these.

After all, he had done similar things when he was a child.

It happened a long time ago. At that time, he was still a young master, young, and always ran around the city with a group of cousins.

At that time, there was a family at the gate of the city, and only an old lady lived there. She squatted on the roadside and burned paper money every day, crying while burning.

The children couldn't feel her sadness, they just thought she looked so scary.

There were horror stories about the old lady among the children, and finally when it came to the young Professor Wang, it became:

She was possessed by a demon, and her crying was to attract children to go over. If the child went over, she would catch him and eat him.

So every time he passed by the old lady burning paper money, Professor Wang would run away screaming with his cousins, and if he ran too slowly, he would cry out of fear.

Once, when Professor Wang was seven years old, he turned his head and saw the old lady staring at him in a daze. She was so scared that her shoes fell off.

Now he is over seventy years old.

Recalling carefully, it was not a scary monster, but a poor person whose men were all killed in the battlefield.

After being sold overseas, experiencing hardships, and losing his wife, Professor Wang finally understood the old woman's eyes.

It was longing, sadness, and numbness.

Maybe when she saw him, she was thinking of her little grandson, or her son who was once alive.

And now, decades later, the child who was afraid of her has become a lonely old man who is feared by the child.

Professor Wang smiled bitterly, sat up, and was about to write a diary that could represent his mood.

At this moment, he was absolutely depressed.

——Boom!

The door was pushed open from the outside, and the two children came forward happily.

Seeing that he opened his mouth and had no time to speak, he was tripped by the high threshold.

Professor Wang didn't even have time to react, and then he heard two thumps, and the two children fell to the ground.

They looked at each other in confusion, and then the pain came over them, and they burst into tears.

"Wuwuwuwu Daddy!! It hurts! It hurts!!"

"Wuwuwuwu Mommy!! Grandma!!!"

Professor Wang: "..."

What happened?

Where did these two children come from?

Why are they crying so skillfully?

Father Song and Yuan Jiang were left behind with Zhiliaoji, and he knew something was wrong when he saw Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong pushing the door.

He forgot to remind them that the threshold of Professor Wang's house was very high.

If it were other children, they might be a little more timid when they first came to the door.

But Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong had heard a lot about Professor Wang's deeds from their father, and they felt that he was their "grandmaster", so they didn't think there was anything to be afraid of.

Grandfather and grandmother liked them very much.

Grandmaster would definitely like them when they saw them.

In addition, Father Song said that Professor Wang didn't like knocking on the door, so they pushed the door and went in happily.

As a result, the word "Master" was on the tip of his tongue, but was blocked by the crying.

When Song's father and Yuan Jiang walked over quickly, Professor Wang was squatting in front of the two children with a look of helplessness.

He looked like he wanted to reach out but didn't know whether to do so.

Song Yao obviously didn't know what politeness was.

He cried so hard that his eyes were blurred. When he saw an adult squatting in front of him, he opened his arms and asked for a hug, making a choice for Professor Wang.

When Song's father Yuan Jiang entered the door, Professor Wang was holding Song Yao with a stiff face, holding him up and shaking him unskillfully.

When Zhao Xiaodong saw that someone was holding Song Yao and no one was holding him, he immediately cried even louder.

"Wuwuwuwuwuwu! It hurts!!!!"

Professor Wang: "..."

It's not that he didn't want to hold him.

He couldn't hold such a big child.

It was Yuan Jiang who put down the chime in his hand and went up to hold Zhao Xiaodong skillfully.

Song's father also came over immediately:

"Where does it hurt? Where did you fall? Let me see if there is any bleeding?"

With the adults coaxing her, Song Yao's sobbing became a little quieter.

She sobbed and said aggrievedly, "My knee hurts..."

It was common for Song Yao to fall to his knees, so Song's father skillfully pushed up his trouser legs.

Sure enough, the white and tender little knees were already bleeding.

As you can imagine, after a while this area will be bruised.

Song Yao's tears that had stopped started to fall again after seeing the blood.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuah, it hurts..."

Father Song was also a little distressed: "Move, see if you can move?"

Song Yao was very familiar with the inspection process after an injury, so he moved his short legs obediently.

The movements were quite smooth, and Father Song breathed a sigh of relief.

This means that the muscles and bones are not injured.

He went to check on Zhao Xiaodong again.

These two kids are truly good friends.

Song Yao injured his left knee, and Zhao Xiaodong injured his right knee.

They were all the same scratched and bleeding knees.

After letting him move his legs as usual, and making sure that Zhao Xiaodong was fine, Song's father finally calmed down and began to educate his child.

"How many times have I told you to watch the road when you walk, but I always refuse to listen."

Song Yao felt aggrieved: "But who would set such a high bar behind the door?"

Their Xinghe County does not have such a habit.

Professor Wang, who has set up a high threshold at his door: "..."

He raised his eyes to look at the newly admitted students: "Are these two children from your family?"

Professor Wang looked fierce, his expression was as serious as ever, and his tone of voice was full of old-fashioned flavor.

It would definitely look more intimidating if it weren't for the fact that there was a soft, crying child in his arms.

Anyway, Father Song was not fooled, so he laughed directly:

"This is Zhao Xiaodong, his nickname is Dongdong."

"This is Comrade Yuan Jiang, a teacher in our village and Dongdong's cousin."

"Yes, teacher, the one you are holding is my son. His name is Song Yao, and his nickname is Yao'er."

After he said this, Professor Wang remembered that he was still holding a child: "..."

His body immediately stiffened.

After receiving the teacher's frantic signal, Song's father quickly hugged his son over.

Without the limp body in his hand, Professor Wang recovered a little:

"Ahem, you should educate your children well when they are young. Nothing happened this time. If something happens to them, it will be too late to regret."

Song Yao, who was being held by her father, admitted her mistake pitifully:

"I'm sorry, Master, I will definitely look at the way next time I open the door."

Suddenly, such a young child called Professor Wang his master in a tender voice:

"...Where did you know about Master?"

Song Yao immediately replied: "Dad's teacher is his master."

Professor Wang: "Which book did you read?"

Song Yao glanced at his father with a guilty conscience, but did not dare to lie, and whispered:

""The Two Musketeers of Jianghu Dream"."

Professor Wang: I knew it was a martial arts novel.

No one has used the title "Master" for decades. Besides martial arts novels, who else would use this title?

He didn't care that this kid who looked like he was only five or six years old actually read martial arts novels.

After all, when he was this old, he could only run around with his brothers, and he could barely recognize their words.

After being effectively coaxed by adults, the two children gradually stopped crying.

It can also be put down and left on its own.

Although it still hurts a little when I move around.

But for two children who often fall here and there, it's still bearable.

They tried to re-develop the first impression they had made on Professor Wang.

Song Yao spoke first, followed by Zhao Xiaodong.

Each voice said hello sweeter than the other: "Hello, Master."

Professor Wang, who had witnessed them crying together, looked at the two well-behaved children in front of him: "...Hello."

The eye is still swollen.

Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong didn't think it was anything at all.

They sat obediently on their chairs, expressions of anticipation on their faces:

"We have brought gifts for Master!"

Professor Wang, who also had a childhood: Could it be a grasshopper on a leaf?

He nodded reservedly: "What is it?"

The two children immediately jumped off their chairs and started working.

Professor Wang was a little surprised to see that the gift they mentioned was such a big object.

When he saw the two children starting to connect, even if he didn't know much about it, he was a little impressed by their proficiency.

Forget about the older children, as teenagers, it’s okay to have stronger hands-on skills. The younger one is only five or six years old, and he can actually get started with such complicated equipment.

Song’s father said thoughtfully next to him:

"Teacher, Yao'er is eight years old this year and Dongdong is nine years old."

Professor Wang: "...I know."

Father Song immediately looked at his teacher with admiration: "You actually know."

"Many people see these two children for the first time and think that one is a teenager and the other is five or six years old. Teacher, you are really amazing. You actually know it without me having to tell you."

Professor Wang:"……"

Why did he always feel like he was being ridiculed?

He looked at Father Song suspiciously and saw that the newly admitted student was indeed sincere, so he reluctantly believed that Father Song was not deliberately sarcastic.

While the two children were assembling it, he simply asked Song's father directly how he was doing with the homework assigned yesterday.

Father Song immediately took out his notebook and handed it over respectfully.

"Teacher, please take a look."

Professor Wang looked at him with satisfaction before taking the notebook.

This is the main reason why among so many students, only Dad Song wins his favor.

Although Father Song is not the smartest one.

Even because he has no basic knowledge, he seems a bit stupid.

But his seriousness is absolutely first-class.

As a teacher, Professor Wang can tell whether students do homework just to deal with the teacher or because they really like to do homework.

After all, the homework he assigns is not just flipping through books, it requires a lot of brainpower.

Song Youcai's foundation is not as good as others, but he is willing to run all over Lecheng to do market research for an assignment assigned by Professor Wang. This serious attitude still makes him very satisfied.

Moreover, the cooking tastes pretty good.

After flipping through Song's father's homework, Professor Wang nodded: "Well done."

If other students saw this, they would probably complain to death.

They did much better than Song's father, but they were scolded.

Song's father's homework was done like this, but Professor Wang said it was good.

But Professor Wang himself did not think he was biased at all.

He felt that his grading was reasonable.

What kind of people are the other students?

College students, the pride of heaven, of course they should be treated strictly.

But Song Youcai is different. He didn't even finish elementary school. It's the result of his hard work to achieve this.

And Song Youcai is too open-minded. No matter how he criticizes, he just filters out the bad words as if he has a filter.

He is not afraid when he sees Professor Wang. He smiles as if he just picked up money.

After many times, Professor Wang doesn't like to criticize him much. He thinks it's good to have someone around who is so happy every day.

If he is looked at by others with fearful eyes, he will doubt whether he really looks like a monster.

And it's good to have a fool around.

After all, in this way, no matter what he does, the other party will look at him with a look of amazement and admiration.

Song Yao pretended to be a confidant with Zhao Xiaodong while looking back secretly.

Seeing Professor Wang teaching his father, the child was very proud:

"Master, you teach so seriously, hehehe, he must have accepted my father because my father is also a genius."

Zhao Xiaodong also looked back and agreed.

"Uncle Song is really amazing. I feel my eyes hurt just by looking at what he learns every day."

Song Yao felt sympathetic: "Me too, I feel sleepy when I see it."

Yuan Jiang stood beside them and helped them, and looked at Song's father with a little admiration.

He also didn't understand economics.

So he also thought that Song's father was amazing for studying hard.

Professor Wang was teaching students with materials from everywhere:

"You said before that you wanted to do honey farming business. This model is quite good, but you must first make sure whether there is a market for honey."

"Because although from the time you decided to find someone to raise it, your main money-making group has shifted to the people who raise honey, but they can only be good if they are good, so you also need to be good in the honey market..."

Song's father listened carefully, and even took out a pen and paper to take notes while listening like his son.

From time to time, he showed an admiring look of "Wow, teacher, you are so amazing" and "Wow, you can understand this teacher, you are worthy of it."

Professor Wang didn't say it on his face, but he was still very happy with this invisible rainbow fart in his heart.

He was even happier when he talked:

"Besides, you have never done business before, so you need to understand it clearly first, and you also need professional guidance. In order to win him over to your ship, I suggest you give him some shares appropriately."

Song's father immediately replied: "I already have it now."

Professor Wang was a little unresponsive: "When did you have it?"

Song's father came to him every day, how could he not know.

Song's father smiled embarrassedly: "It's you, teacher. You have given me so much professional guidance."

Professor Wang: ... It's really comfortable to be flattered.

He said with a fierce face: "Don't look for me, I don't have time to deal with these trivial matters."

Then he continued: "You also need a lot of funds, because since you want to be the source of bee breeding, you must ensure sufficient shipments."

Although Song's father is currently the young man he likes the most, Professor Wang is used to being poisonous.

As he was talking, he couldn't help but become sarcastic:

"So first you need to make a lot of money in a short period of time, but it's not easy to make so much money. You need to find the right time and luck.

Luck is really mysterious. You look like you don't have much luck..."

Song Yao clapped his hands and said excitedly in the yard:

"Master! Dad! We're done!!"

He pressed the button happily.

Immediately, the sound of opera sounded like being there.

Professor Wang was stunned, stood up and walked forward: "Is this... a tape recorder?"

Of course he had seen tape recorders before. The university where he taught had one, and there were old friends around him who had one.

But this is the first time I've seen a tape recorder like this.

Professor Wang asked: "Why is it so big?"

Song Yao immediately introduced: "Master, this is not a tape recorder, it's a cicada machine. It has two parts, so it's big."

The child turned on the "cicada" next to him.

The volume, which was not low to begin with, immediately jumped up.

This scene may be a bit familiar to Song's father and Yuan Jiang.

But compared with the last time when "the cicadas are chirping very loudly" turned into "the cicadas are chirping very, very, very loudly", this time it seems very different.

The sound of opera filled the whole courtyard, loud but not too noisy.

It sounded like it was no different from being there.

Professor Wang was stunned.

He couldn't help but listen to it for a while, and then he said:

"This cicada machine is so much better than a tape recorder?"

The name is just a little weird.

Why is it called a cicada machine? Is it from a foreign country, a transliteration?

When Professor Wang asked, Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong were immediately super proud.

"It's not from a foreign country! We made it ourselves!"

"Yes! Because we want to use it to record the sound of cicadas, and the first sound it made was also the sound of cicadas, so we called it a cicada machine!"

The sound of opera was like a live opera performance in my ears, and in front of me were two children with their chests and heads held high.

Even Professor Wang, who had seen many rare things, couldn't help but be a little surprised.

"You made it yourself?"

Such sound quality, such effect...

It was actually made by two children?

He couldn't help but look back at Song's father.

Song's father had the same proud look on his face as the two children:

"Teacher, they made it themselves. When they heard that I had taken you as their teacher, they said they would give it to you."

Hehehe, seeing that the teacher who usually had no facial expressions was surprised, he felt so proud.

Professor Wang knew Song's father quite well.

He knew what the student was thinking after taking a look at him. He couldn't help but said:

"Can you do it?"

Song's father was stunned: "I can't."

Professor Wang chuckled: "No, why are you so proud? You are not even as good as the two children, but you are so happy."

Song's father was not affected at all: "But one of these two children is my son, hehe, of course I should be happy."

Professor Wang: "..."

...It actually makes some sense.

The poisonous tongue suffered another Waterloo. He glared at Song's father and moved closer to continue observing this Zhiqi.

Seeing that the master was interested, Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong proudly began to introduce:

"Master, its circuit is... the components are... this placement also has skills, if [Cicada] is placed here, people standing here will feel more sense when listening to the sound, and this position can also..."

Professor Wang heard it: Ba Ba Ba, Ba Ba Ba.

He nodded expressionlessly, and when the two children finished speaking with expectations and praise, he nodded:

"Well, it's good."

Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong immediately jumped on the spot in surprise and clapped their hands to celebrate.

Master is a professor!

That's better than college students!

Master praised them for being good, hehehehe they are really good!

In fact, Professor Wang, who is not familiar with this area, walked around inside and outside, listening to the opera in the yard that he couldn't tell whether it was live or not with his eyes closed.

Still couldn't help asking again:

"Did you really make all this?"

Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong puffed up their little chests and nodded proudly.

Professor Wang pondered for a moment.

Turning to Song's father, he said:

"Since the child has such a talent, we should still inform the country."

Such a young child can make such a great thing, even if this "Zhi Le Ji" looks tattered and looks like it will fall apart in the next second, it is still very remarkable.

As far as he knows, the current tape recorder market has always been occupied by S country.

That thing is expensive, he has never seen a tape recorder from S country, but based on the experience of the "Zhi Le Ji" on the spot today, Professor Wang feels that maybe this "Zhi Le Ji" can compete with S country.

Although this is an entertainment product, it is not considered military.

But the country is now vigorously cultivating talents, and these two children have this ability, so they can't be buried among the people.

Perhaps for the sake of the relationship between the master and the apprentice, or perhaps for the sake of the country, Professor Wang pondered for a second:

"How about this, I know a state official, I'll call him and tell him about the children's situation."

Song's father quickly stopped him:

"No need, teacher, the youngest child has been commended by the country before, and the country is very aware of their contributions. It's just that the two children are still young, so they didn't go to the capital. They will go when they are older."

Professor Wang was stunned, and then he felt that this was reasonable.

The country is not blind. If there are really talented people, it would be strange if they can't find them.

He nodded, still cautiously said:

"In this case, it is best to apply to the higher authorities to send protection personnel. You may not know that your hometown is Xinghe, but spies have been active in my Central Continent recently.

It is inevitable that they will target these two children. If they take action, no matter how smart these two children are, it will be difficult to escape."

Speaking of this, Professor Wang sighed:

"I saw their methods with my own eyes when I was abroad in my early years. They would rather kill the wrong people than let them go."

That is to say, he majored in economics, otherwise he might not be able to return to China safely.

Seeing the two children looking at him curiously, Professor Wang immediately swallowed the rest of his words:

"In short, it is better to be careful."

"If you are afraid that you can't contact the country, I can make a phone call. I can still contact a few people."

Song's father immediately glanced at Yuan Jiang, and when he saw him nod, he breathed a sigh of relief:

"Teacher, you don't have to worry about this. In fact, Comrade Yuan Jiang was sent by the country. He follows him 24 hours a day, and there is absolutely no problem."

Professor Wang: "..."

The look in his eyes when he saw Yuan Jiang changed, and he walked over and carefully extended his hand:

"Comrade Yuan Jiang, thank you for your hard work."

Yuan Jiang was a little flattered, but in Professor Wang's eyes, this comrade sent by the country also extended his hand with a firm and serious face and shook hands with him.

As expected of a comrade sent by the country, he is steady.

Knowing that the country has made all the arrangements, he is relieved.

He took a look at the "Zhi Le Ji" and said to Song's father:

"Do you remember the market I told you about? This Zhi Le Ji definitely has a market, and it may be able to seize the foreign market. With it, the large amount of funds you need will not be a big problem."

When he thought that their Zhongzhou products could actually squeeze out foreign products, Professor Wang felt excited.

However, he still looked at Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong with a little worry:

"But you will be very busy, who will take care of the children?"

Yuan Jiang said in a deep voice: "I will take care of them."

"Yes, yes, yes." Song's father nodded immediately: "Comrade Yuan Jiang has been taking care of them these days, and the two children have gained a few pounds."

Yuan Jiang nodded with a reliable look on his face.

Although his cooking is not delicious, it is not a big problem.

He can take the children to a restaurant.

Professor Wang: "..."

His student is really lucky and needs guidance. With him as a teacher, he can make a lot of money immediately.

If there is no time, the state will send someone to take care of the child.

Turning around and seeing Song's father's happy look, Professor Wang's mouth is itching and he wants to be venomous again:

"What are you happy about? Do you understand what I just taught you? Where did you just teach?"

Song's father immediately put on a posture of listening carefully:

"Timing and luck, teacher, you talked about luck."

Professor Wang nodded: "This luck, it is very mysterious..."

He looked at the students with expectant faces, then looked at the Zhiliaoji in the yard, and Yuan Jiang standing next to the two children:

"... Forget it, let's talk about timing."