"Hahaha, it gets dark later here, so we usually eat at 8 o'clock and finish work at 12 o'clock at night," Zhu Rongfang said with a smile, "Let's go, you're in for a treat today. Comrade Li Xiaoshun went to town to pick you up and bought some pork on the way back. The cafeteria will make braised pork for you."

Ling Yue followed Zhu Rongfang to the cafeteria, but there were not many people inside.

Among the remaining few, these latecomers accounted for half.

"Little Crescent Moon, here." Qian Zilin raised his hand and waved it.

Ling Yue walked over, pulled a stool and sat down: "Why are there only these few people? Have the others finished eating?"

Zhu Rongfang was used to this situation: "No, some people bring food for others, then pack several portions together and take them away to eat at their workstations. This saves time."

Ling Yue frowned. This situation was not acceptable. It was unclear who had eaten and who hadn't. If they became hungry, it would cause problems and delay the meal even longer.

Thinking of this, Ling Yue also said so.

When Zhu Rongfang heard this, he thought it made sense. Health is the capital of revolution. Without a good body, how can one contribute to construction?

Without waiting any longer, he prepared food for Ling Yue and hurried out to call everyone for a meeting.

Ling Yue grabbed Zhu Rongfang's sleeve and blinked her big eyes: "Grandpa Zhu, there's a saying that goes, 'Don't do to others what you don't want others to do to you.'"

The problem of these people not eating actively was probably caused by Zhu Rongfang.

Zhu Rongfang: ...

Qian Zilin laughed and said, "Brother Zhu, now you know how powerful this girl is."

Zhu Rongfang sat down embarrassedly: "Finally I understand how you can go back and rest peacefully."

Speaking of Qian Zilin, Zhu Rongfang had also heard of him. Legend has it that Qian Zilin was a workaholic who would never be idle if he could work overtime.

When Qian Zilin suggested going back to rest, not only him, but even those who knew Qian Zilin were stunned.

Normally at such times, Qian Zilin would always be the first to run on the front line, but this time he actually took the initiative to ask to go back and rest.

Thinking of this, Zhu Rongfang was forced to sit down, pick up his chopsticks and eat, and Ling Yue nodded affirmatively.

Ling Yue ate slowly, taking small bites at a time. When she came across something delicious, her eyebrows would involuntarily raise, forming a sharp contrast with the soldier opposite her.

After finishing her meal, Ling Yue looked up and saw these people waiting for her, chatting animatedly.

"Have you finished eating? Is it enough? If not, get more." Zhu Rongfang said as he was about to take Ling Yue's lunch box.

Ling Yue quickly covered her mouth and shook her head. She was able to finish the whole box of lunch because she didn't want to waste it, otherwise the little girl would have been able to finish it.

But in Zhu Rongfang's mind, this amount is really not much more than what the cat at home eats. Thinking about his granddaughters at home, they are the same, and they all clamor to lose weight.

In this day and age, it’s good enough to have enough to eat. Unlike my granddaughter, who has never been out in society and doesn’t know how expensive food, oil, salt and firewood are.

"Grandpa Zhu, please help me show the design drawings, the current construction plan, and the current completion table."

Very good, by bringing up work, I successfully shifted Zhu Rongfang’s focus from a small appetite to work.

"Okay, I'll go get it now and send it to your tent later."

Ling Yue nodded solemnly, and after Zhu Rongfang's back disappeared, Qian Zilin tapped Ling Yue's forehead.

"You, Mr. Zhu is old, so he likes to nag, but it's for your own good. You have to listen to what you should listen to, understand?"

Ling Yue covered her forehead and rubbed it: "I know, I know, it's because Grandpa Zhu suddenly felt depressed, but I asked Grandpa Zhu to get something that he really needs."

Ling Yue and Qian Zilin walked side by side on the road: "I'll take a look tonight. I need to go to the site for an inspection tomorrow. Once the computer arrives, we can start implementing it immediately."

Qian Zilin lowered his head thoughtfully and looked at the ground beneath his feet: "Do you want to arrange everything and then go back?"

Ling Yue nodded and smiled slightly: "I can't just think about this. Although the satellite program is important, it is not enough for a country to have only this. At least it is too single-minded."

She didn't know how long she could stay in this world, but she always had a feeling that she would leave sooner or later.

She has so many things to give away, things flying in the sky, things swimming in the sea. She wants to leave as many things as possible in this world so that they can avoid taking detours in the future.

Perhaps by 4065, the world will not be so cold-blooded, people will leave their doors unlocked at night, and people will not pick up things on the streets. It is possible that the world will be peaceful.

"Okay, I'm your deputy anyway, I'll just follow you wherever you go." Qian Zilin joked.

Ling Yue raised her eyebrows. Qian Zilin was still middle-aged now and could still follow her around everywhere. But when Qian Zilin got old and Ling Yue ordered him around again, the guilt in her heart would crush her to death.

As they were talking, they saw Zhu Rongfang holding a stack of documents from afar.

"Why did Grandpa Zhu come so quickly?"

Zhu Rongfang laughed and said, "You two are not as fast as I, an old man, can run." He handed the information to Ling Yue and said, "Here, it's all in here. It's all built according to the drawings you gave me. I'll take you around tomorrow."

After thanking Zhu Rongfang, the two sent him away. Qian Zilin had nothing else to do, so he said hello to Ling Yue and left leisurely.

He also has a lot of things to do. At least he needs to review the plan and handle interpersonal relationships.

He was counting on Ling Yue, who was socially anxious, to handle interpersonal relationships. He would be thankful if she didn't scare everyone away.

Ling Yue took out the drawing and placed it flat on the table. This drawing was also part of the plan. A good researcher was also an excellent painter. At least on the drawing, no deviation was allowed.

"Number Seven, make a detailed comparison between the original blueprint and the current progress data."

Number 7, who had been quiet, was suddenly awakened and immediately started working hurriedly.

Ling Yue held a pen in her right hand, with a pencil sandwiched between her middle and index fingers.

The pen is used to make annotations and the pencil is used to correct mistakes. A one-square-meter drawing originally looked like a beautiful painting, but in one night, it became crowded, just like smearing the painting, with black here and gray there. There was no beauty at all, but it could make people feel satisfied in their hearts.

The next day, Ling Yue raised her head and heard a commotion outside. She threw down her pen, then lifted the curtain and went out.

A four-meter-long military green truck was parked in the open space, surrounded by soldiers, while the people at the base watched from afar. A team of people carried things into the tent, and Qian Zilin and Zhu Rongfang were talking with the leader.

Ling Yue walked over and asked softly, "Has the computer arrived?"

"Hey, I just arrived. Did I wake you up?"

Ling Yue shook her head. She hadn't slept the whole night, so it didn't matter whether it was noisy or not.

As he was speaking, the man in a Zhongshan suit who was helping unload the goods heard the familiar voice, turned around, and shouted in surprise, "Teacher Ling."