Siheyuan: I am Yi Zhonghai's biological son

The successful launch of "Eighth Master" gave Yi Ping'an and his team even more enthusiasm. Now that "Eighth Master" has been born, are its brothers and sisters far behind?

Yi Ping'an suddenly thought of "Fat Ya" from his previous life. That chubby figure was really nostalgic. However, he also knew that "Fat Ya" could not be created now, but he could create "Tainai"!

Also, should the H series appear sooner rather than later?

Yi Ping'an reported his idea to Chief Engineer Shen, who agreed with him and asked him to design out his idea first and then they could discuss it together.

Although Yi Ping'an is not an aviation major, he was also interested in these things in his previous life.

While recalling the drawings and appearance, he also had to consider the current technical level. This time it took a long time, and he didn't want to repeat the embarrassing situation of the first time.

When you work hard on something, time always passes quickly. By the time a series of drawings were finalized and approved, three months had passed.

I was unable to see the original birthday gift due to heavy rain, but there’s no rush. If I don’t have the chance this year, there’s always next year, right?

After the drawings are finalized, the next step is the intense work. Everyone has their own responsibilities. Yi Ping'an's work is still the heart. He constantly experiments and improves, so that his processing technology level has been greatly improved.

Finally, in June of 57, the H-6 successfully completed its test flight, eleven years ahead of its previous completion.

Due to time constraints, the grandmother of "Fat Ya" has not yet unveiled her face.

Finally, at the tribute in 57, "Eighth Master" and his brothers flew over the square. This time they didn't have to fly twice.

This time, Yi Ping'an and his colleagues were listening to the radio in the workshop. When the host's powerful voice came out, everyone was crying silently. They did not let their hopes down.

After the tribute, everyone did not stop, because they knew that we were still very weak and had no time to waste. The shock was not enough, and some people were still clamoring.

In a blink of an eye, Yi Ping'an has been here for two years. During these two years, he has learned a lot and improved himself through continuous learning, making himself a more useful person.

The tribute of 58 years finally took the old "Fat Ya" away. The technology that is more than ten or twenty years ahead has made us no longer afraid. It is no exaggeration to say that this is no longer a place they can come whenever they want.

Yi Ping'an also completed his mission and set out on his journey home.

When he returned to Sijiu City again, it was already late autumn with falling leaves. Yi Pingan was a little excited. He didn't know how his family was doing, whether his father had reached level eight, and whether his mother was in good health.

Standing at the gate of the compound, Yi Ping'an looked at the familiar gate, smiled, and stepped into the courtyard.

"Ping'an?" The third aunt was sewing clothes at the door. When she saw Yi Ping'an coming back, she shouted in surprise.

"Hello, Auntie Three," Yi Ping'an greeted her with a smile.

"Oh, good, good, you're back. How long have you been gone? Two or three years, right?" The third aunt put down the work in her hands and greeted Yi Ping'an.

"Well, it's been more than two years. Third Aunt, I'm going back first. I miss home a little." Yi Ping'an hurried back. He was afraid that if he didn't leave, Third Aunt's next question would be "Where have you been?"

After entering the hanging flower gate and passing through the hall, we arrived at the central courtyard.

At this time, an old lady named Yang Cuiyun was sewing shoe soles at the door.

"Mom, I'm back." Yi Ping'an was happy and excited when he saw the old lady.

The aunt heard someone talking, and when she looked up, she saw Yi Ping'an standing in front of her. She couldn't believe it, "Ping'an?"

"Yes, it's me. I'm back." Yi Ping'an looked at her with a smile.

The next moment, an old lady stood up and rushed over, hugged Yi Ping'an, and started crying.

"You're safe, you're back. Come, let me see you. How long has it been? Why did you take so long?"

He looked Yi Ping'an up and down, "Well, you've become thinner, taller, and whiter. Come on, come in."

Then he pulled Yi Ping'an into the east wing, and turned to the children in the yard and said, "Can anyone help me go to the steel mill and call the old man back? Tell him that Ping'an is back, and I'll give you candy when he comes back."

When the children in the yard heard that there would be candy, they ran out in a group.

"Mom, how have you and dad been these past two years? Are you in good health?" Yi Ping'an asked.

"Okay, we are all fine. We just missed you. Why did you take so long?" An old lady talked to Yi Ping'an while pouring water for him.

"I didn't expect it would take so long. I miss home." Yi Ping'an also answered happily.

"Are you still going?" This is the question that the aunt is most concerned about.

Yi Pingan shook his head and said, "I don't know either."

"Your father won't let me ask, so I won't ask anymore. I'm glad you're back." Auntie remembered what the head of the household said and changed the subject, "Ping'an, you take a rest. I'll go buy some meat and ask Zhuzi to cook a meal tonight. I'll give you some nourishment. You've lost weight."

As he said this, he took the basket and went out in a hurry, fearing that if he went too late, the good meat would be gone.

Yi Ping'an also took the opportunity to put a dozen cans of meat and several bacon and sausages in his luggage. He had not dared to enter the space in the past two years, and only drank some spiritual spring water when he was tired.

Back in the courtyard, I looked at the vegetables that his mother had planted in the yard. They were all neatly planted with cabbages and radishes. That was all they had at this time of year.

After entering the house and putting away his things, Yi Ping An saw that the house was clean and tidy. It seemed that his mother often came to clean. He opened the closet and found that the bedding inside was clean and neatly folded. Yi Ping An felt relieved.

He was indeed exhausted over the past two years. With the huge amount of work and calculations every day, he felt that his CPU was about to burn out. He didn't know how to use an abacus, so he had no choice but to do it himself.

Yi Ping'an was thinking whether he should take out a calculator. He didn't want to do calculations manually anymore as it was too tiring. This one seemed to be possible.

After making the bed and organizing the things he brought back, he went to the cellar. There were not many things in it. All the things he had left behind were gone. The food in there was obviously not put there by him, and the quantity was not large.

Yi Ping'an thought that next year would be the first of those three years, so he had to store some grain. This year was a bumper year, but unfortunately a lot of grain was wasted because of the "big pot meal". The second year would be a famine again, and because of satellite broadcasting and false reporting, many people had no food.

Alas, I can't remind them of this, so I can only store food slowly, hoping to attract the attention of people in the hospital and store some food. This matter has to be done by her mother, who has experience.

Fortunately, Yi Ping'an was relieved that due to the emergence of converters, the country's steel production soared, and the situation of "Great Steel Production" did not occur.

When he came out of the cellar, he heard footsteps. When he went out, he saw his father coming back.

When Yi Zhonghai saw that his son had really returned, he happily went forward and hugged his son. He was not afraid that the child was in danger, but it was really frustrating not to have any news.

"Ping An, you're back? I'm glad you're back, I'm glad you're back." Yi Zhonghai was obviously very excited.

"Dad, how are you feeling now? Are you tired from working?" Yi Ping'an asked his father.

"Well, I'm at level eight now, and I'm doing fine work. I'm not tired at all. I read the notes you gave me every day." Yi Zhonghai said happily.

"Really? You're already a level eight worker, that's awesome." Although Yi Ping'an knew that his father would definitely be level eight in the end, it was still several years away. He was very happy that he could get there so long ahead of time.

The father and son were talking, and they both knew the rules, so they only asked about trivial matters in life.