407 She Really Doesn’t Understand the Brain Circuitry of Genius Kids

Chen Chen went upstairs and put down his things, and the first thing he did was run to his father's bookcase.

The books on the bookcase were too high, so he moved a small stool and stood on it, then he could just reach them by standing on tiptoe.

When Fu Yuanhang came in, he saw the wobbly stool and his heart almost jumped out of his chest.

He didn't dare to make a sound and quietly walked behind Chenchen to protect him. After Chenchen got the book and slowly squatted down, Fu Yuanhang held his arm.

"Chenchen, that was too dangerous. Don't do that next time. If you need any books, ask me to get them for you."

Chen Chen didn't care, he waved his hands and said, "Do what you can do yourself."

Children of this age really grow up quickly and change every day. Chenchen is such a smart child. He has been learning Mandarin by listening to the radio every day. He now speaks in a standard broadcasting accent with clear pronunciation and full articulation. Except for calling "Dad", "Mom", and "Uncle" like his grandmother, he only speaks in a baby voice when he is in a hurry.

"You are still young, don't do anything too dangerous. You will cry if you fall and get hurt."

Chen Chen wrinkled his nose and said, "I'm a man, I won't cry."

Fu Yuanhang rubbed his little head and said, "What book are you looking for? You're in such a hurry."

Chen Chen handed him the cover to look at——

How the Steel Was Tempered?

Fu Yuanhang: “???…”

"You, don't read comic books anymore? Can you understand this?"

Chenchen shook his head, "I don't want to watch it anymore!" His big eyes blinked, "Because I'm grown up, I want to know some truths that only adults know."

Fu Yuanhang: “…”

…

Chenchen was reading the "truth book" with great interest, and he didn't even know when his father would come back, and he didn't even participate in the Rubik's Cube competition.

Fu Zhengtu subconsciously looked at Su Taotao, asking what happened to his son?

Su Taotao smiled and winked at him.

Fu Zhengtu curled the corners of his lips.

While eating, Su Taotao said to the children, "Chenchen, you may need to wait until you grow up to understand this book."

The child, who was eating rice with his head buried in the bowl, shook his head and said, "It's okay, Mom, I'll read Dad's book first, so I don't have to waste time reading it when I need it."

Su Taotao was surprised.

What does it mean? Turn yourself into an X-degree X-science engine? Store up knowledge first and call it out when you need it?

"Why do you have this idea?" Su Taotao asked uncertainly.

"Because I don't understand what you say," Chenchen tapped his head, "I have no choice but to store all my knowledge in it, so that I will understand it next time you say it."

Su Taotao: “…”

The rest: "..."

She really didn't understand the thought process of the genius child.

Before going to bed, Su Taotao told Fu Zhengtu what happened during the day.

Finally, he asked, "I seem to have overstepped my bounds and ended up forcing the issue."

Fu Zhengtu hugged her and kissed her: "It's okay, at most he has more knowledge than other kids his age. Even so, Chenchen still has more time to play than others. He won't become a nerd no matter how much he reads. Just let him pay attention to his eyes."

He got bored of playing with his modified Luban Lock Chenchen again, and Fu Zhengtu had to start thinking of new toys for his son. He was silently competing with his son in wits and courage every day. He didn't know how many brain cells he had to sacrifice. He might as well worry about whether he, as a father, was forcing his son to grow up too fast.

Su Taotao thought about it and nudged Fu Zhengtu's chest: "Okay, you are better at educating my son than I am anyway."

Fu Zhengtu touched Su Taotao's soft hair. The smooth texture in his hand made him unable to let it go.

"You spend more time with him than I do every day. You are the one who teaches him well."

Su Taotao laughed and hugged his waist tightly: "Okay, let's not be humble. We are the ones who raised our son well."

"Yeah." Fu Zhengtu said nothing more. He turned over and pressed her down. His warm lips followed and swallowed Su Taotao's exclamation that had not yet come out...

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The next day, little Chenchen obediently held his father's hand and took Lu Bansuo to the Yuhong class.

Su Taotao found the land deed and asked Xiao Lu to deliver it to Secretary Zhou.

She had not originally considered this a hidden danger, but now that it had come to light, it was a good thing that it could be resolved satisfactorily.

Of course, it's only the ownership of the factory land that is in dispute. There are no problems with the surrounding areas. If she wants to develop the sugar factory into an entire industrial park, there is enough land.

With this in mind, Su Taotao thought further ahead when designing the dormitory building.

Or in the future, they can build collective housing. The tube-shaped buildings allocated by the work unit must be very difficult to live in. Now there is no family planning policy and people believe in "more children, more blessings". It is common to see families of several or even dozens of people squeezed into houses of just over ten or even dozens of square meters.

It would be best if we could follow the example of later generations where people use loans to buy houses to raise funds for building houses, so that employees have more choices and their living environment can be improved.

Of course, it is too early to talk about this now. We have to eat one bite at a time and take one step at a time. We are still solving the problem of survival. We can only talk about improving our lives when the factory becomes profitable and everyone has extra money.

Besides, the idea of ​​spending future money is so shocking and unconventional that few people can accept it. But this is the way the times are going, so it doesn't hurt that she can make plans in advance.

Su Taotao took out the map and made circles and dots on it, with countless thoughts in her mind. This was the blueprint for her career and also the blueprint for the times.

There are only two to three years left before the movement ends.

Or, she could speed up the process in small increments and then pick it up when the exercise is over.

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