Shared Brain: Yuan Longping

Chapter 87 Shared Brain: Yuan Longping

"Our Ansteel only needs to focus on tackling the most crucial power components, namely, mass-producing engine blocks and crankshafts."

"Once it's made, it will be directly handed over to the Central Military Commission's Aviation Bureau for unified allocation and use!"

As Jiang Fan finished speaking, his tone became particularly solemn: "Factory Director, once this thing is completed, it will be the first aircraft that our new China can produce and fly."

"Even if its performance is rudimentary, it is still contributing to the Air Force."

He Xiying listened to Jiang Fan's long string of words and remembered clearly what kind of work each factory could do.

This shows that he had been thinking about this for more than just a day or two.

"Comrade Xiao Jiang, do you know what what you just said means?"

Jiang Fan met his gaze and said frankly, "I know."

"So this time, there will only be one version of the gyroplane."

"After all, this thing is too simple. Once someone with ulterior motives cracks the process, it won't just be a matter of making some money."

"After it's made, it will be handed over to the Central Military Commission's Aviation Bureau to decide how to use it."

He Xiying's expression finally relaxed a little after hearing these words.

He was initially worried that the kid might pull some tricks again, but to his surprise, the kid figured things out on his own.

I'm glad you think that way.

He Xiying nodded, then turned to Zhou Chunsheng and said, "Zhou Chunsheng, you are not allowed to say a single word of what you heard today."

Upon hearing his name called, Zhou Chunsheng immediately straightened up: "Don't worry, Factory Director, my mouth is very tight!"

He Xiying then looked at Jiang Fan: "Comrade Jiang, you should not conduct any actual operations related to the rotorcraft in the workshop for the time being."

"This matter is of too high a strategic level to be within the jurisdiction of Ansteel."

"I have to submit a report to higher authorities first, and we can only start construction after the Northeast Bureau and the Military Aviation Bureau have given us clear approval."

"As for the rest, don't let a single word slip out."

Jiang Fan replied, "Yes, factory director, I understand."

He Xiying is not making a mountain out of a molehill.

The construction of the People's Liberation Army Air Force was just beginning. If a small aircraft with a simple structure and easy manufacturing suddenly appeared at this critical juncture, and could be outsourced to local factories to increase the economy, it would be an unexpected bonus for the Aviation Bureau of the Central Military Commission.

However, if such a secret is leaked and targeted by certain forces, the consequences could be disastrous.

After saying that, He Xiying gave him a deep look, then turned and left.

Zhou Chunsheng watched the factory director leave before turning to look at Jiang Fan with admiration in his eyes: "Engineer Jiang, you just finished working on the tractor, and now you've got this flying thing popping up."

"It's really..."

In the end, Zhou Chunsheng didn't know what to say anymore.

Jiang Fan simply smiled and didn't offer any further explanation.

In fact, this simple steel tube rotorcraft was merely an appetizer used to integrate the industrial resources of Northeast China.

The year 1950 is almost here.

What Jiang Fan really wants is to leverage the gyroplane platform to develop a series of heavily modified sub-products:

What about "aerial three-wheeled vehicles" equipped with recoilless rifles, "low-altitude gunships" carrying rockets, "eyes in the sky" acting as battlefield information nodes, and "aerial trucks" performing special raids?

Of course, to realize these much larger military industrial blueprints, simply scavenging scraps won't suffice.

All of this could only proceed after the trip to the Soviet Union, during which foreign exchange was used to purchase a batch of truly high-precision seamless steel pipe processing equipment.

At the same time, Jiang Fan's watch vibrated again, indicating that a new function had appeared.

Of course, with Zhou Chunsheng present, Jiang Fan did not take out his watch to check it.

He calmly put his hands behind his back and said to Zhou Chunsheng with a normal expression, "Engineer Zhou, let's not talk about this for now. Let's find two people to teach this tractor first, so we won't be in a panic later."

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Zhou Chunsheng was sensible enough to stop asking questions when Jiang Fan changed the subject. He climbed onto his tractor and drove off with Jiang Fan.

Once they reached a secluded spot, Jiang Fan immediately flipped up his wrist and glanced at it.

What he saw surprised him quite a bit.

Instead of the usual countdown timer, the watch now displays an optional blue lettering.

[Shared Brain: Yuan]

This is a true legend in the history of agriculture in New China, a modern-day Shennong who has fed hundreds of millions of people.

But he quickly suppressed his excitement, still vividly remembering the experience of falling into a deep sleep for twenty hours the last time he shared Alexandrov's knowledge.

It's broad daylight, and there are people coming and going in the factory area. If he falls to the ground again, and it gets back to Director He, who knows what kind of trouble it will cause.

He decided to wait until he returned to Mengtai's cabin that evening to discuss it further.

The daytime work proceeded as usual. The two apprentices, Zhao Xiaoshun and Liu Changsheng, were both children of veteran factory workers. They were quick-witted and nimble-fingered.

Jiang Fan, holding onto the tractor's mudguard, ran back and forth with them twice in the experimental field, shouting and gesturing, "Zhao Xiaoshun, don't slam on the brakes! Look at those furrows, you've almost completely leveled them!"

Zhao Xiaoshun, his face flushed, poked his head out of the driver's seat: "Engineer Jiang, this thing is too powerful, I'm having trouble controlling it!"

Jiang Fan sighed helplessly, jumped into the driver's seat and personally demonstrated twice, then had them operate the controls a few more times before they finally managed to get the basic maneuvers a little smoother.

As the sun began to set, he dragged his aching body back to Mengtai's little house.

Master Meng is still a very busy man, always returning later than Jiang Fan.

After a quick wash and making sure it was quiet and no one was around, he sat down on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed) and reached out to press the name that had lit up on his watch.

The next second, the familiar electric current resurfaced, rushing along the nerve pathways to the depths of the brain.

Visuals, sound, formulas, data, insights...

Although I didn't faint completely like last time, my vision went black for a moment, my temples throbbed, and I had tinnitus for a while.

Once everything had calmed down, Jiang Fan blinked, his breathing becoming a little rapid.

agriculture.

Hybrid rice.

Three-system matching.

Sterile lines, maintainer lines, restorer lines.

Moreover, the twenty-four solar terms, soil characteristics in different regions, crop rotation patterns for different crops, pest and disease control, irrigation and drainage, fertility management—even the subtle differences in planting habits between the south and the north—all emerge.

What surprised him most was that there was even detailed knowledge about vegetable cultivation.