In the train carriage, Yang Xiaotao was still talking.

"This is what I think, from a biological point of view, solar energy can be used."

"Of course, if we want to make better use of it, we have to overcome it from a chemical and physical perspective. Although I don't understand it, I feel that if we leave this kind of thing to professionals, it will always be done."

Yang Xiaotao said confidently, because he is someone who has seen the future.

Moreover, there is a little guy in his chest. From Yang Xiaotao's understanding of Xiaowei, this guy is just a big battery.

Especially after controlling lightning, solar energy is directly converted into electrical energy.

For a moment, Yang Xiaotao's mind flashed back to what the junior high school biology teacher said about how to take a smear and how to observe it!

Fortunately, this thought was erased by him as soon as it came up.

What a joke, that’s his Xiaowei, his beloved relatives and friends...

bang bang bang bang

Mr. Qian suddenly clapped his hands, Mr. Zhang and others also clapped their hands, and then they all laughed in unison.

"It seems that we are still old and can't keep up with the speed of this train."

Mr. Qian suddenly sighed with emotion, but there was a flavor of time in his words.

"Teacher, you are not old. You are getting stronger with age."

Yang Xiaotao interrupted quickly, "Besides, without your escort, this car would have gone nowhere."

Yang Xiaotao said this sincerely, especially when facing Mr. Qian, he regarded himself as a student.

Moreover, Mr. Qian had no objection to Yang Xiaotao’s title.

The two of them accepted this relationship by default.

"You, the great man said that the future belongs to you young people."

Mr. Qian said meaningfully, looking at Yang Xiaotao with a look of care.

…

Forty-nine cities.

After Mr. Peng came back, he submitted a summary report of the matter, and then waited for a day before receiving the news and coming here to attend the meeting.

At this moment, except for the two top seats in the auditorium, all other seats were filled with people.

Everyone chatted with each other about recent events, and laughter continued.

The people here include not only high-level decision-makers, but also people in power from the military, as well as leaders from other agricultural departments, foreign trade departments, etc.

In a word, those who can come here are all high-level people.

High level.

Two words are enough to sum up the meaning of power.

At this moment, Mr. Peng looked at Mr. Chen who was diagonally across from him. The two looked at each other, then moved away tacitly, and continued chatting with the people around him.

At the top of the table, a thin old man was chatting with a lady. If he listened carefully, he was talking about childcare. This made Mr. Tao, who was sitting behind him, curious. These two people, who are over a hundred years old in total, were actually chatting.

Parenting?

Is it appropriate to talk about this in this situation?

Shouldn't we care about national affairs?

What is the amount of investment in agriculture this year, how much is the investment in military industry, what kind of medical care, sanitation...

This is the purpose of the meeting.

Talking about raising children here, this...

Mr. Tao took a deep breath, then moved closer to the two of them, and said in a serious tone, "This child is too young to eat whole grains. He must eat something fine, preferably rice noodles..."

...

"Lao Peng!"

Suddenly a small voice came from beside me. The voice sounded familiar, but...

Haven't heard of it for a long time.

Mr. Peng turned around and looked at the old man on the left, wrapped in a coat and hat, with some surprise on his face.

However, Mr. Peng reacted quickly and nodded.

The old man didn't care about Mr. Peng's reaction. He just asked himself, "Can our planes and missiles really catch up with the opponent?"

Mr. Peng shook his head after hearing this, "It's hard to say."

"Because the opponent did not fly past at full strength, but our plane can catch up with the opponent."

The old man nodded, then coughed twice.

It's been a bit cold this winter, and his bones are a bit weak. This time he came to the meeting because of injections.

"If we encounter it again, can we continue to shoot it down?"

Mr. Peng frowned upon hearing this, "This is uncomfortable."

The old man nodded after hearing this.

He had investigated the affairs of the Seventh Machinery Department and the Red Star Machinery Factory, and knew that the capture was purely accidental.

Perhaps, what someone else would get is a pile of wreckage.

"This time, I'm very lucky."

After hearing this, Mr. Peng looked at the old man in surprise. In his impression, this man never believed in fate. Why did he talk about being lucky at this old age?

"You are right, there is indeed an element of luck this time."

Seeing the other party's appearance, Mr. Peng softened his tone as he remembered that he had fought in a trench before.

That's the kind of person he is, he doesn't care about the situation but the person.

Even if you don't like someone, you won't deliberately target them.

"Please be careful with your body."

Seeing that the other party couldn't stop coughing, Mr. Peng spoke at the right time.

Hearing Mr. Peng's sudden words, the old man's hands covering his mouth trembled, confusion flashed in his eyes, and then he quickly recovered and nodded lightly, "That's it."

"I'm sixty, I'm satisfied."

Mr. Peng was stunned when he heard this. Then he realized that the old man in front of him who was nine years younger than himself was actually sixty years old.

And I am going to be seventy.

"Time flies so fast."

"Having spent half your life fighting as a soldier and half your life singing songs, how can you not be happy?"

The two of them were talking like this one sentence after another, their voices were not loud, but they talked more than before.

What the two of them didn't notice was that the people around them were either surprised or surprised and glanced at the two of them, with more surprises in their eyes.

The thin old man who was exchanging parenting experiences suddenly felt sour when he saw this scene.

In my eyes, I seemed to see the scene of fighting together in the cave dwelling, the scene of everyone singing the Internationale together after the victory of the Anti-Japanese War, and the scene of a group of people shaking hands and saluting after coming off the battlefield.

In the corner, two figures also saw this scene.

The tall old man pulled out two cigarettes tremblingly. The gray-haired old man beside him took out a match from his pocket and lit it. The two of them smoked together and watched quietly.

"Our comrades all have a dream."

"That is, the country is strong and the people are prosperous."

The gray-haired old man speaks with a Shonan accent and speaks slowly, but there is no doubt about it.

The tall old man nodded solemnly.

"The premise is that comrades can unite together."

"yes..."

After a long time, the tall old man spoke again, "Have you read the main topics of this meeting?"

"Well, I think the nine suggestions put forward by Lao Peng and Lao Chen are feasible."

The tall old man nodded and stretched out his hand in front of him, "Lao Peng and Lao Chen are very strategic. If the country wants to go fast, it cannot only rely on two legs. It also needs two wheels, just like

It's like a bicycle, so it can run fast."

"Yes, but the leaders of these nine departments are somewhat..."

Speaking of this, the gray old man's voice was filled with helplessness.

After hearing this, the tall old man looked forward with his eyes looking a little uneasy.

"Let's go, it's time for us to meet our old comrades."
To be continued...