Chapter 858 Spodumene Vein The next evening, Lu Qingyang finally returned to the courtyard house.
The persimmon tree in the yard has almost lost all its leaves, and a few persimmons hanging on the branches look like red lanterns.
Before he could even stand still, two small cannonballs burst out of the main room.
"Daddy!" Little Stone rushed into my arms like a real stone, his little hands tightly wrapped around my waist.
Little Fish slowed down and rushed over to hug Da's leg, tilting her little face up with bright, sparkling eyes.
"Ouch, slow down, slow down." Lu Qingyang laughed, hugging the children with one arm each, and squatting down to let them see as much as they wanted.
It hasn't been long since we last met, but Little Stone seems to have grown a bit taller again, and Little Fish's braids are crooked, probably Aunt Liu's doing.
"Qingyang is back!"
Hearing the noise, Aunt Liu came out of the kitchen, her apron covered in flour, her face beaming with joy. "Come in, come in! You must be exhausted from this trip. Look how thin you've become! Panyun, Qingyang's back!"
"Sigh, why are you the only one who came back?" Ding Panyun said dejectedly.
"Dad, where's Mom?" Little Stone suddenly remembered something, grabbed Dad's arm and looked behind him as if Mom would appear out from behind Dad.
Lu Qingyang put his back down and rubbed his son's head: "Mom is still treating more patients who need help. She's an amazing doctor, isn't she?"
Little Fish nodded and whispered, "Mommy, the needle doesn't hurt."
These were the words Shen Mo used to comfort her before she went on her business trip, as she was giving her a heads-up.
"Yes, Mom is the best."
Lu Qingyang took out two small, bluish-green bamboo baskets from his backpack. One was shaped like a small fish, and the other like a small duck. "Look, these were made by Dad and Mom over there, along with the uncles and aunts there. They're for you. There was a big flood over there, and everyone helped each other, just like Mom helped take patients to the hospital."
The children were immediately drawn to the novel handicrafts, examining them from all angles. Little Stone had already begun planning to use his little fish basket to hold marbles.
Dinner was naturally plentiful; Ding Panyun and Aunt Liu were determined to give her a good meal. At the dinner table, the children chattered incessantly with questions.
"Dad, how big is the flood? Is it as big as our yard?"
"It's much bigger than a yard; it could flood many houses."
"Are there any big fish swimming out?"
"...There are fish, but they've all been stunned by the water."
Lu Qingyang suppressed a laugh, trying his best to simplify the thrilling disaster relief process into a children's adventure story, omitting the dangerous and sad parts.
Even so, the two children stared wide-eyed, forgetting to eat.
After dinner, the main event began: Little Stone's homework. It was an application problem about "Uncle Gigi producing parts."
Lu Qingyang pondered the question for a while and found that he actually needed to think about it a bit to figure out the ideas. It seems that he was using a different kind of brain after returning from coordinating disaster relief efforts to teaching elementary school math.
"Dad, do you even know how to do it?" Little Stone asked, chewing on his pencil and looking at Dad with some doubt.
"How could I not?" Lu Qingyang put on a stern face and picked up a piece of toilet paper. "Look, let's think about it this way..."
While drawing, he explained, trying hard to recall the way his teacher taught him when he was a child.
After washing up, it's time to go to sleep.
Lu Qingyang kept his promise and took charge of the bedtime stories.
Leaning against the headboard of the children's bed, he flipped through an old copy of "Sun Wukong and the White Bone Demon," his voice deliberately low and steady.
As Little Stone listened, his eyelids began to droop, while Little Fish had already fallen asleep, clutching his little duck basket.
After tucking the children in and turning off the lamp, Lu Qingyang returned to Chen Mo's bedroom.
The room was very clean, just as it had been when Shen Mo left, with her face cream bottles neatly arranged on the dressing table.
I changed my clothes and lay down; the room beside me was empty.
The pillow still carries her scent, almost undetectable, but I can still feel it.
The exhaustion from the disaster area finally took hold, but his mind remained unusually clear.
She recalled the bumpy journey there and how Chen Mo rescued the wounded in the rain.
In the quiet night, the occasional chirping of insects could be heard from the courtyard.
Suddenly, I feel a little unaccustomed to this quiet.
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A few days later, Lu Qingyang arrived at Professor Qian's house carrying a simple net bag containing two boxes of Xinweiju's signature snacks, along with some hand-held baskets.
Professor Qian's study was still piled high with books and documents, but the few potted plants on the windowsill were growing well, softening the otherwise serious atmosphere.
The old man was in high spirits and was very happy to see Lu Qingyang, especially praising the exquisite bamboo basket:
"Wow, this hand has a magical quality. Where did it come from?"
"Yes, it's a village called Laohukou in southeastern Guizhou. Everyone came up with the idea to make it together after the flood."
Lu Qingyang sat down and placed the snacks on the coffee table, then began to recount his experiences in the disaster area.
Professor Qian listened attentively: "Behind the natural disasters, what is exposed is the resilience of grassroots organizations, the shortcomings in the flow of goods, and the fragility of the economic model in remote areas. So, have you decided to pursue graduate studies now, after your previous hesitation?"
Lu Qingyang sat up straight and said sincerely, "Professor, I've thought it over. If you're still willing to take me on as a student, I'd like to apply for part-time graduate studies."
“That’s right. The country is in dire need of talents like you. With advanced technology, we can save as many people as possible.”
"Professor Qian, you're right, right. How's the mineral deposit we found in the mountains last time? Any news?"
When Professor Qian heard Lu Qingyang ask about the mineral vein, his smile deepened. He took off his reading glasses and slowly wiped them with a cloth, his eyes shining.
"I knew you'd ask this. The joint preliminary survey report from experts at the Provincial Geological Bureau has come out and confirmed that it is a spodumene vein of quite good quality, with some rare metals as a byproduct. The reserves are more optimistic than we initially estimated."
Lu Qingyang took the document and quickly browsed through the technical terms and preliminary data.
Lithium... This word carries significant weight in the knowledge system where 놛 comes from 냭.
Seeing Qingyang's focused expression, Professor Qian continued, "The report specifically mentioned that the initial clues to the location of the mineral vein were thanks to very precise geological phenomena. Qingyang, your eyes have really done a great job."
"This thing, many people may not fully realize its strategic significance yet, but in the future, especially in the fields of new energy and new materials, it is absolutely a top-notch strategic resource! Your discovery, broadly speaking, adds an important piece to the national energy strategy."
Lu Qingyang closed the briefing, his mind churning with emotion.
The initial decision was mainly based on considerations for the development of the local area, but unexpectedly, we stumbled upon such a "treasure trove".
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