After figuring out the principle of the electric engraving machine, Chen Muyang's eyes suddenly lit up.
This so-called ultra-high-speed electron engraving machine uses a rifle-based independent operating system to capture ultra-high-speed electrons, converts them into electron microwave beams through microwave devices, and finally forms electric engraving knives of various precisions.
Then, controlled by a rifle system, an electric knife is used to etch the electronic circuit diagram on the wafer.
The highest precision of ultra-high-speed electronic lithography machines is 0.5 nanometers. (This is just a fabrication, don't take it seriously. Just imagine it's better than a photolithography machine.)
After receiving the huge amount of information, Chen Muyang breathed a sigh of relief.
Now, domestic technology companies are saved!
Chen Muyang emptied his mind. Receiving so much information in such a short period of time made him feel a little tired, so he began to sleep soundly.
It is late at night and everyone is asleep.
The cockcrows and the sky turns white.
Chen Muyang slept until dawn and felt very refreshed.
I walked out of the room and went to the yard to do some simple washing, then started to make breakfast for everyone.
He was preparing to make scallion oil noodles, so he ran to his grandmother's vegetable garden to pick a handful of scallions. He saw that his grandmother had already gotten up and was preparing to light a fire to make breakfast.
"Grandma, why don't you sleep a little longer? Don't make breakfast yet. I'll bring you a bowl of noodles later."
"That's great." Grandma put down the firewood in her hand and said with a smile.
Chen Muyang returned to the courtyard and started to boil water and cook noodles.
Everyone has gotten up one after another. Some are washing, some are picking loquats, and some are staring blankly with dull eyes.
Drain the cooked noodles and rinse with cold water.
Pour oil into the pan and heat it slightly. Put the scallion segments in and fry until they are golden brown.
Add seasoning to the pot, cook on low heat for three minutes, turn off the heat and serve.
Chen Muyang found seven large bowls, scooped the cooled noodles into the bowls, added fried golden onion segments, three spoons of scallion oil, and a few slices of blanched lettuce, which were also picked from grandma's vegetable garden.
Finally, add chopped green onions and seven large bowls of scallion oil noodles are ready.
Everyone was already starving and couldn't stand the smell of onions filling the yard.
Seven people, each holding a bowl of noodles, squatted side by side at the edge of the yard, looking at the dew on the grass and eating the fragrant scallion oil noodles. How could it be more comfortable?
"Wow, this scallion oil noodles is amazing!" Sabelin praised it highly.
"Yes, it's delicious!" Song Zhuer's mouth was full of oil.
"If you're not full, there's more." Chen Muyang said.
"Brother Yang, I want another bowl." Cai Ji stood up and said.
"I'll have a bowl too." Deng Zhao followed closely behind.
Chen Muyang went back to the kitchen and mixed the mixture, then filled a large bowl for himself, and then filled another bowl for Cai Ji and Deng Zhao.
"Thank you~"
The two took the bowls and started eating.
Netizens who woke up early in the live broadcast room were attracted and posted barrages of comments.
"Oh my god, this must be so delicious! Brother Ji even ordered an extra bowl."
I can smell the scallion oil even through the screen.
〖My mouth is so moist after eating spicy claws.〗
After breakfast, there was nothing to do today, so everyone sat and played with their phones.
Just then, Chen Muyang's cell phone rang. It was an unfamiliar number from Beijing, so he answered it casually.
"Hello, are you Chen Muyang? I'm Su Wensheng."
A slightly old voice came from the other side, speaking at a steady pace. You could tell it was a cultured person.
"Hello, Professor Su, I am Chen Muyang." Chen Muyang didn't expect that the person opposite him was Su Wensheng, so he hurriedly said.
"My dear friend Mu Yang, I have known you for a long time. I savor your poem 'The Hard Road' every day. It is truly well written."
"I didn't expect that you would produce another masterpiece so soon. Your literary accomplishments really put me to shame."
"Professor, you're too kind. I'm just standing on the shoulders of giants. This is just a random creation, so it's nothing."
"Hey, my friend, please don't say that. You're so young, but you understand the sufferings of the people. This poem, 'Song of Pity the Peasants,' is truly wonderful."
"After our discussion, we've decided to include this poem, Pity the Peasants, in the first-grade Chinese language textbook. What do you think?"
"Professor, this is serious. It's up to you to decide whether to include it in the textbooks. It's my honor to contribute a little to the cause of education."
"Okay, there will be a copyright fee at that time, maybe not much..." Su Wensheng was very satisfied with Chen Muyang's words. He was talented, but he did not take credit for himself, was not arrogant, and was neither humble nor overbearing.
"Professor, I don't want the fee. I'm not short of money now. If you must give me money, please donate it for me." Chen Muyang spoke before Su Wensheng finished speaking. Although it was impolite, the money might have been a lot for him before, but now it was just a number and dispensable.
So, why not do a favor? It can also promote the idea of saving food.
Su Wensheng on the other end of the phone was silent for a moment, then said, "Okay, then let's do as you say!"
"Excuse me, Professor."
"Compared to you, my little problem is nothing. If you come to the capital, please let me know. I look forward to meeting you."
Chen Muyang hung up the phone and everyone looked at him.
"Is it Professor Su?" Sabelin asked. Professor Su was his teacher.
Chen Muyang nodded.
"Is 'Song of the Peasants' included in the textbooks?" Sabelin asked again.
Chen Muyang nodded.
"Something I have never heard of happened right before my eyes, Mu Yang, you are amazing." Sabelin was at a loss for words and could only give a thumbs up.
The live broadcast room became lively again.
〖Oh shit, it’s the third song!〗
"Hey, where's that elementary school kid who made fun of me reciting poetry last time? Come out and show off!"
〖Brother Yang is like a cow with its butt flying in the air, so awesome!〗
〖The little cow sets off firecrackers, it’s so awesome!〗
〖I am a primary school student, I hate Brother Yang!〗
At this time, Weibo was once again heated because the national education department announced that Minnong would be included in the first grade primary school textbooks!
Moreover, the national education department specifically mentioned that Chen Muyang did not want any copyright fees and would donate all of them.
Some people who didn't know the reason saw Chen Muyang on the hot search almost every day, and then they followed the clues and came to the live broadcast room.
For a time, the popularity of live broadcasts skyrocketed!
He Guang was laughing so hard behind the scenes that his eyes were wide open.
At this time, Wu Yougui came to the yard riding a small electric scooter.
"Everyone is here."
"Village chief, have you communicated well?" Chen Muyang asked.
"It has been communicated. I came here to tell you this."
"Peaches are sold at a uniform price of four yuan per pound. The town will subsidize part of the express delivery and packaging. The pressure on fruit farmers has been reduced a lot." Wu Yougui said to the crowd.
"That's good. Let's start live streaming and selling products the day after tomorrow." Sabelin said.
"We can go directly to the fields, pick, sow and sell them."
"This is good, this is good. Young people still have flexible minds." Wu Yougui said.
"Village chief, have you considered several specifications for packaging?" Deng Zhao suddenly asked.
"Not really. We don't really understand this and haven't thought about it." Wu Yougui shook his head.
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