Chapter 73

Atomic bombs are not scary, there are many ways to prevent them.

Seeing the flash is a signal, use the terrain to lie down quickly.

Cross your hands on your chest, close your eyes, tighten your abdomen and open your mouth.

Qiao Wei: "..."

Qiao Wei flipped through the book casually, and it was such a hardcore content, and it was accompanied by clear illustrations.

Qiao Wei closed the book and took another look at the cover: "Militia Training Manual"

The name is so earthy, and the content is so hard that it shocked my mother. The main story

is about a wasteland stream of rebuilding a country from scratch after the world is nuclearized.

It is very similar to some online novels in later generations that engage in literary fraud. Either you miss it at a glance, or you are tricked into killing people.

People in this era think differently from later generations. The dark cloud of war always looms in the sky, and everything starts from the perspective of "one day the enemy will drop a nuclear bomb on me".

On the upper level, there is the cooperation between infantry and tanks to avoid nuclear explosions. On the lower level, there are burying mines and digging toilets.

This book covers almost all the contents of the military field, and it is easy to understand and uses the most rustic and simple language to teach you how to fight against the most advanced and powerful weapons in the world at that time.

As long as you can read, you can be taught. The time travel community calls it the time travel treasure book. With this book in hand, you can walk sideways in the end of the world.

Although Qiao Wei has heard of this magical book in some novels, it is the first time she has seen the real thing, which is more shocking than what is described in those novels.

Yan Xiang called it "particularly interesting".

"Militia Training Manual", "Friends of Military and Civilian Dual-purpose Talents" and "Barefoot Doctor" are collectively known as the three great books of time travel.

But in fact, what Qiao Wei really wanted to buy last time when she went to the county bookstore was another large book, also a great book, which is "One Hundred Thousand Whys" of this era.

This book is also very popular online. It is completely different from the books of the same name in later generations. It can be said to be all-encompassing, still following the wasteland flow, and the main theme is to restart civilization.

But Qiao Wei walked around the bookstore and didn't find any of these books. Even the "Modern Chinese Dictionary" had never been heard of by the staff. Qiao Wei didn't dare to ask again, guessing that it might be because the year was wrong and these books had not yet been published.

Qiao Wei asked Lu Tianming: "Is there such a book in the bookstore?"

Lu Tianming said: "How can there be such a bookstore? This is a reading material for workers, peasants and soldiers, and it was distributed by the higher authorities."

So that's why the "Militia Training Manual" is in the library of the town committee compound.

I opened the back cover and took a look. It was published in the late 1950s.

I don't know if the other ones have been published. But it doesn't matter. Those books are similar in nature to this book, and they are probably also reading materials for workers, peasants and soldiers. If they are published, they will appear in the library of the town committee compound sooner or later. Just pay more attention.

She glanced at Yan Xiang, who was looking at her, and his lips moved.

Yan Xiang wanted to tell Qiao Wei that there were many things mentioned in this book and he wanted to know more details.

Qiao Wei seemed to understand what he wanted to say. She gave him a look, and the mother and son had a tacit understanding, so Yan Xiang did not speak.

In the original text, Yan Xiang actually never communicated these inner thoughts with others.

But Qiao Wei came to this world and changed the direction.

Yan Xiang was willing to tell his mother all his inner thoughts. But he had to go home to talk, because there were too many people in the office.

The mother and son whispered at home in the evening.

Yan Xiang liked the book.

Qiao Wei could understand. The language of the book looked rustic, but it actually contained a lot of information.

Yan Xiang asked about the atomic bomb: "Is it that powerful?"

"It is the most powerful weapon now." Qiao Wei said, "One atomic bomb can destroy a city. Country M dropped two on Country R, ​​destroying two cities."

Yan Xiang's little face was filled with worry.

"Mom, imperialism is still determined to destroy us, what should we do?" the child asked.

These days she has been studying the thoughts of great men seriously. Yan Lei is her study partner.

But when they were studying together, Qiao Wei asked Yan Xiang to listen in.

Sure enough, he listened.

"Don't be afraid." Qiao Wei kissed his forehead, "We have it too."

"Our test was successful last year, and it was reported in the news. Our country also has an atomic bomb. The imperialists are afraid that we will also use atomic bombs to drop on them, so they dare not drop one on us first. We both have it, and neither of us will drop it first. As long as we always have it in our hands, our country will always be safe."

"This, having it but not dropping it, is called intimidation."

"Then there will be no war?"

"We will still have wars. There are too many countries surrounding our country, and there are many wars, big and small, to fight. But don't be afraid, we will become stronger and stronger, and we will make more guns and cannons. The truth is only within the range of cannons."

There was light in Yan Xiang's eyes.

"Mom, when I grow up, I will make guns and cannons to make our country stronger. No foreign country dares to attack us!"

Qiao Wei smiled and said, "Okay, then you grow up quickly."

She kissed the child's forehead and coaxed him to sleep.

Back in the bedroom, Qiao Wei talked to Yan Lei about riding in the morning: "...The sunshine is so good, the breeze blows on my face, and there are poplar trees on both sides of the road."

"Do you know the Tyndall effect?" "

...Then the light has a shape."

"Mmm!"

My mouth was blocked and I couldn't speak anymore.

...

After being tender, I closed my eyes and lay on his chest. Yan Lei asked, "Do you like bicycles so much?"

In another life, it was something that was full of things on the street, and you could ride it by scanning the code.

Here, everything is different.

Qiao Wei said lazily, "It's not that I like bicycles, but I like riding on the country roads in the sunny mornings."

And the morning breeze blowing on my face.

Yan Lei thought, isn't that what I like about bicycles? Even if I don't like bicycles themselves, I have to have a bicycle to have this feeling.

He patted her back gently: "I know..."

Qiao Wei fell asleep in his arms.

On Saturday, Qiao Wei turned on the radio and found that Yan Xiang was gone.

"Where's Yan Xiang?"

"Manman took him to see the flyer printing.

" "Oh, the one with wax paper? I haven't seen it either. Why didn't they wait for me to go together!"

Everyone laughed to death.

Hu Sui spit at her: "How old are you? You're already a mother."

"Mothers can also be curious. "

There was constant laughter in the office. Qiao Wei waited for the broadcast to end, quickly turned off the machine, and went to the publicity department to watch the excitement.

When she got there, she saw that everyone was surrounding Yan Xiang to watch the excitement.

Little Yan Xiang stood on a chair, holding the roller and rolling the ink seriously. Roll once, print a sheet, roll once, print a sheet.

Before he knew it, a streak of black ink was rubbed on his face.

"Yan Xiang, what are you doing?" Qiao Wei was overjoyed.

Yan Xiang raised the ink roller: "I'm printing."

Everyone laughed: "If he wants to do it, let him do it."

"It's good that Yan Xiang is here, it saves uncles and aunts a lot of trouble."

"Do it well!"

"Come on! "

Qiao Wei took Yan Xiang off the chair and said seriously, "Didn't I tell you not to mess with your uncles and aunts?"

Yan Xiang defended herself, "I didn't mess with them. I was just helping."

"We need to print a lot of copies of this, and children are too slow. Let the adults help."

The unscrupulous mother spoke righteously and snatched the roller from the child without any shame, "I'll do it."

Yan Xiang: "..."

Lu Manman laughed to death, "Weiwei, you haven't played this before?"

Qiao Wei said, "I've never seen it before. "

She understood the principle of this thing. The wax paper is a thick layer of wax attached to the paper. It may be written or engraved with wire or a special "pen".

Then stick it in a special tool box. The wax paper is pasted on the lid of the box, and white paper is placed in the box. Ink is brushed into the pen strokes, and then the lid is closed and pressed, and the content engraved on the wax paper is printed on the paper.

Open the lid of the box and put the printed one aside. Print another one.

It is quite stress-relieving.

Anyway, Qiao Wei is having a lot of fun.

Yan Xiang said eagerly: "Mom, I also..."

"Two more, I'll give you two more."

"It's already several twos. "

The people in the Propaganda Department laughed their ass off.

There were no printers in those days, and daily printed materials used internally were all mimeographed on wax paper. The people in the Propaganda Department were responsible for this, but they were about to vomit from printing this thing.

There were actually people scrambling to print it.

After letting Yan Xiang play with it for a while, they returned the tools to the people in the Propaganda Department.

Qiao Wei: "I won't delay you."

After all, they are novices, and their efficiency is far less than that of the experienced people in the Propaganda Department.

Colleague in the Propaganda Department: No, actually...

Qiao Wei and Lu Manman took a few copies of the printed materials. This is the specific arrangement of the mosquito eradication activity issued by the higher-ups. They are going to take it back and start broadcasting the propaganda.

The two of them took Yan Xiang back to the radio station together.

The people in the Propaganda Department had to reluctantly start printing themselves again.

"You know what, Qiao Wei's son is really cute. So sensible. "

I heard that only this one is the biological child, and the five in front are brought by the previous one."

"Oh, is that so?"

Today is Saturday, the last day of Qiao Wei's shift. Tomorrow is Sunday, and it is Lu Manman's turn again.

On Sunday, the scheduled bricklaying team came in a horse-drawn carriage.

There were two horse-drawn carriages full of loess and seven or eight men.

Qiao Wei asked quietly: "Do you want meals?"

Yan Lei said: "No, we agreed to provide lunch ourselves."

Qiao Wei went to communicate with the bricklayers. The bricklayers understood her intention: "Just cover it up and make it look like an adobe house? "

The men couldn't help but think that this woman... had a lot of problems.

Yes, the wall looked a little ugly after being repaired, but it was not uninhabitable. They had to spend money to cover it with mud.

The key point was that they felt that it was better to leave it as it was than to cover it with yellow mud. Although the wall was a little shabby, the stone house was ultimately of higher grade than the adobe house. She

was not very cunning, and her thoughts were inevitably revealed on her face.

Qiao Wei saw it.

"The main thing," she said, "is to keep warm. The stone house is too cold and unbearable. Adding a layer of yellow mud on the outside acts as a thermal insulation layer. "

This explanation is much easier to accept.

The bricklayers saw that she spoke like a city girl, and Yan Lei could not tell at all that she was from the countryside. They thought they did not understand and told them specifically: "It must be that the flue of the kang is not clean. It must be cleaned out before winter so that it can be burned in winter to keep warm."

"Okay, I will clean it out when the time comes. "Qiao Wei responded.

The craftsmen set up ladders and worked.

They agreed to bring their own lunch, but the villagers brought cakes, which they rolled up with green onions and ate

. Qiao Wei thought it was weird. The water was boiling on the stove, so she beat three eggs and mashed them into egg drops. She also threw in some pickled mustard greens and small green vegetables - grown by Yan Lei himself, and put them into the pot to cook together.

It was cooked as soon as the water boiled, and she served it to everyone: "Come on, have some soup. "

The craftsmen were very happy. They took their own teacups to drink the soup, which was better than chewing the biscuits dry with boiled water.

After eating, they worked harder than in the morning.

When the sun was setting, the work was completed.

The outer wall of the whole house was covered with yellow mud.

Maybe it was because of Qiao Wei's pot of egg drop soup, the craftsmen worked very carefully and applied it very finely and smoothly.

Qiao Wei stood in the yard with her hands on her hips and looked up. She was very satisfied. It was exactly what she wanted.

Now the mud has not dried completely, and the color is slightly darker. The craftsmen said that when it is completely dry, it will be the light earthy yellow color she wanted.

Under the earth wall, there are two bamboo lounge chairs, and three cushions are temporarily placed flat on the sunbed, but it can still be seen that the color and material are very compatible with the yellow earth wall.

Pure pastoral style.

Looking sideways, Yan Lei was looking at the renovated house with his hands on his hips.

"It looks like my house." He seemed to be nostalgic.

There was a mixture of sadness and joy in his eyes.

People are really complicated animals.

Yan Lei was born in the countryside. He longed for the big city and had been working towards this goal.

But deep down, he was attached to his hometown. Looking at this imitation adobe house, he felt very close to it.