The data cabinet in Li Siming's laboratory was filled with books, including new or old, Chinese or foreign, including technical materials brought with the equipment. Li Siming searched all these books and took a lot of notes, and the books were filled with various annotated symbols.

Li Siming is making fakes, and he strives to create an illusion of "reading a lot of books" and "driving tirelessly". It can be said that Li Siming is a big liar. Although he is very tired, the effect is still good.

For example, the radar system he designed only proposed new design ideas based on the original information, gave correct or tortuous design methods, and let others study it. This not only accelerated the research and development speed, but also successfully avoided other people's guesses about their own knowledge, and at most only gave people the impression of a "genius". Now, it will also be "falsification" in the future, which is a long-term and arduous process.

Just as Li Siming was buried in a large number of electronic components and books, Xu Dashui pulled him out.

"I said, Dashen, today is Sunday. If you don't accompany Xu Li, why should you pull me out? You don't know that my time is precious." Li Siming asked.

"Today we will see a middle school teacher, who will be a teacher for one day and a teacher for life." Xu Dashuai said.

"Which teacher makes you miss it?"

"Teacher Zhang Hong and Teacher Zhang, you won't even forget your teacher, right?" Xu Dashuai explained.

"Oh, it turned out to be him. I still wonder why you insisted on pulling me there? It turned out that I felt guilty and dared not go alone. If I had known today, why would you have criticized others? I regret it now, right?" Li Siming remembered the terrified eyes behind the thick glasses back then.

"What do I criticize? You had a share back then. I just took the lead." Shuai Shuai defended himself.

"The eyes of the people are sharp. I want to destroy my relatives for the sake of justice and draw a clear line with you."

"Okay, OK, I was wrong back then, but are you all wrong? Don't forget that my nickname was also given by you when you supported me." Shuai Xu hurriedly begged in a low voice.

"It depends on your attitude being quite right, so I will trust you once." Li Siming held back his smile.

Teacher Zhang Hong and Zhang live in an alley near their alma mater. After inquiring about several people, they walked around the twisting alley and found Teacher Zhang's home.

Shuai Xu knocked on the door, and someone inside responded: "The door is not locked, come in." The two of them pushed the door open and entered. The house was very small, and the living room and kitchen accounted for most of the time. A young man of similar age was sitting on a chair with a cardboard box in his hand. Shuai Xu and Li Siming noticed that his trousers were empty from below his knees, no wonder no one opened the door just now.

"Who are you looking for?" the young man looked up and asked.

"Is this the home of Mr. Zhang Hong? We were his students. My surname is Xu, and his surname is Li. This time I came to visit him." Xu Dashuai asked carefully.

"Yes, that's my dad. Are you going to see him specifically?" What's different from his father is that his eyes are very bright.

"When will he come back?" asked Shuai Xu.

"It's almost noon, he will definitely come back. Look at me like this, I am a burden and I have to take care of me." Young man pointed at his legs and said self-deprecatingly. His name is Zhang Jianhua.

"You have gone to the countryside, too?" Zhang Jianhua asked.

"Yes, we returned to the city from the Great Northern Wilderness." Li Siming said.

"Then you are quite lucky. Only I am like this has to be sent back." Speaking of this, Zhang Jianhua was very sad, as if he recalled, "I went to Inner Mongolia. One year, I had something to go out and caught up with the white-haired snow. The vast snowfield was lost and my legs were frozen, so the Corps sent me back."

"Then who will take care of you in your family?" asked Shuai Xu.

"My father, fortunately, it's over. My father paid his salary and won't be criticized again after he has a job. Otherwise, I really don't know how to work. Although I can't do the work, I can also help the street factory to paste some paper boxes and supplement the house."

"It was us students who criticized him back then. It was so crazy at that time." Shuai Xu fell into deep guilt.

"At that time, I also criticized others, and no one could escape. I either punished others or was punished by others. However, although my father was criticized very badly back then, he also received help from many people. He told me more than once that a student once gave him food coupons and money. Although it was not much, it was rare. Just like now, although I cannot act freely, many enthusiastic people gave me a lot of help."

Li Siming said: "How did you come here over the years?"

"I'll just be here if I endure it!" A hint of regret and sadness flashed in Zhang Jianhua's bright eyes, "I'm so sorry, it makes you sad. No one comes normally, so whoever you catches and chats with."

Just as they were chatting, Teacher Zhang hurried in with a textbook in his arms, and his gray head was found to be completely white. When he saw two former students, he was stunned for a long time before he remembered it.

"You are Xu Zijian, I recognize you. You were a striking figure back then." Teacher Zhang said. Shuai Xu hoped that there would be a crack on the ground so that he could get in.

"As for you, I also know that your name is Li Siming. You helped me back then and said to me: Winter has come, will spring be far away? Live well, one day the sun will shine on the earth! You are still in Russian, don't forget that I learned Russian. There were very few people who could have such ideas back then." Teacher Zhang recalled the past.

"Teacher Zhang, I was really sorry for you back then!" Shuai Shuai Apologized sincerely.

"Student Xu Zijian, you can't blame you for this. Even if you don't have you, there would be others who would criticize you. If you feel guilty, everyone in the world will feel guilty."

"Teacher Zhang, are you still teaching?"

"It's impossible not to teach. Now there is a lack of teachers. Jianhua died early. He is alone at home. I'm not very relieved. I will retire in a few years and spend more time with him." Zhang Hong sighed, and the room fell silent.

Shuai Xu and Li Siming talked for a while, then stood up and said goodbye. Zhang Hong and his son wanted to keep them for lunch, but they politely declined. Before leaving, they emptied their money, and despite Teacher Zhang's rejection, they threw the money away and turned around and left.

Walking on the street, Shuai Xu was in a bad mood. Li Siming said, "Why are you still feeling guilty?"

"I'm wondering, how many families are there like Teacher Zhang?" Xu Dashuai answered the question irrelevantly.

"Then you should choose to apply for the Department of Politics. If you become an official in the future, you will be almost done with the people!" Li Siming said.

Walking a street corner, Marshal Xu suddenly stopped: "Amin, look, who is the one who pulls the cart? Does it look like the sea?"

Under the scorching sun, a man pulled the cart with his bare shirtless, and the cart was filled with coal, like a hill. The cart puller was tanned, and the stains and sweat mixed together, forming marks on his back. This section of the road was a small slope, and the cart moved slowly upwards as if it was filled with iron-sucking stones. The cart puller suddenly felt a huge force coming from behind, and the cart seemed to have suddenly installed an engine and pushed itself upwards.

After getting on the gentle slope, the car stopped. The puller looked back and said in surprise: "Master, Aming, it's you."

The chariot puller was Qian Dahai, their comrades-in-arms.

"Dahai, why did you pull up the car?" Li Siming asked.

Qian Dahai was a little sad. It turned out that his parents fell ill one after another, so he was able to get sick and return to Beijing. Although his father's unit took care of him and arranged work, he spent all his savings on his parents' illness and recuperation. There was no way, so he had to use Sunday to pull coal for others and earn some money.

"At the beginning, I secretly became a hawker. I was caught by the police when I was not careful. I finally got leniently, but I didn't lose much. I had no choice but to sell my strength. The people who have been to the countryside only have strength!" Qian Dahai said self-deprecatingly.

"Dahai, I'll give it to you how much money is missing." Li Siming touched his pocket, and then he remembered that there was no penny in his pocket, and so was the handsome man.

"Don't, Grandmaster, Amin, thank you for your kindness. We have the strength to pay it back slowly, and we can always pay it back." Qian Dahai didn't care. "Two comrades, are they still waiting for me to deliver the goods, and we'll talk later?"

Qian Dahai was sweating, and the white towel turned black immediately. He continued to pull the coal truck forward, and the rubber tires left long marks on the road burning with scorching sun.

"Two comrades-in-arms, do your best, and give us Daxing educated youth a good face in the future, so that others can know that our Daxing educated youth are all good!" Qian Dahai shouted from afar, continuing to move forward like a camel-like son, leaving the two standing by the roadside to ponder.

"Are we going to do something?" said Shuai Xu.
Chapter completed!