It just happened that what she learned could be of some use in this world.

Qian Zilin put the newspaper on the table and said, Ling Yue has done enough.

Then he changed the subject: "How is your project proposal going? What else do you need me to do?"

Ling Yue said nothing, went into the room and took out the documents:

"The first part is ready. You'll have time to submit it in the next two days. Also, how is the construction of the tank test site going?"

"It's almost half done. If it weren't for the shortage of people in Jiangnan, we would be able to progress even faster." Qian Zilin put the documents into his bag, then carefully placed it aside, holding the bag by the handle.

There was another thing that Qian Zilin didn't dare to say. A total of 217 bodies were dug out from under the green grass, including three pregnant women and 29 children.

Comrade Zhu buried these people not far from the military area. With soldiers guarding them, they felt more at ease in the afterlife.

"Half is fine. Now I can hand over the manufacturing work."

All parts were broken down, and all arsenals and research bases across the country were responsible for a portion of the work.

For example, the 170 Arsenal in Guizhou was changed to the 170 Aerospace Base.

The 032 Arsenal in Fujian was changed to the 32 Research Base, and there are related bases in Shanxi, Sichuan and other places.

Only one or two parts came out of each base, and no one knew what these parts were.

A single wing may consist of parts from more than a dozen factories, all shipped to Beijing for assembly.

What Ling Yue submitted now were the parameters and drawings of each part.

Now we just have to wait for the stuff to be built, shipped over, and then they can assemble it and test it.