A big country of aerospace with black technology

After the initial contact with Factory 703 was completed, Zhang Xingyang originally planned to go back to the research institute.

But Liang Yi reminded him of one thing, his hometown is nearby, why don't you go home and have a look.

Zhang Xingyang's mother has lived alone in her hometown to recuperate since his father passed away.

Zhang Xingyang's hometown is in Qingjiang Town, not far from southern Hunan, only tens of kilometers away.

"Uncle Liang, do we want to buy something when we go back?"

Zhang Xingyang asked a little nervously.

It's no wonder that Zhang Xingyang is nervous. After all, in the 22nd century, the social and family structures have undergone great changes.

Traditional parental parenting has been replaced by comprehensive social parenting.

Zhang Xingyang has no concept of parents since he was a child, and he doesn't know how to get along with his mother who has never been masked.

Liang Yi was a little surprised. Although he hadn't returned home for nearly a year, Zhang Xingyang shouldn't be so timid at the sight of his hometown.

"It's okay to buy something." Liang Yi thought for a while and said.

Although it is said that food stamps and meat stamps have been canceled these days, even if you can eat enough in the countryside, there is often no oil in your stomach.

The two came to the butcher's stall in Qingjiang Town, but found a long queue of people.

Although very helpless, Zhang Xingyang could only start queuing up with Liang Yi.

"Two catties of pork belly!"

After queuing for nearly half an hour, it was Zhang Xingyang's turn, and said happily.

Liang Yi added in the next second: "Another five catties of fat."

Zhang Xingyang was a little confused, but he really didn't understand this aspect of knowledge, so he should listen to Uncle Liang.

"A total of twenty-six yuan." The meat-faced butcher shop owner chopped off two pieces of meat and wrapped them up in a plastic bag.

Zhang Xingyang didn't even bargain, and happily took out 30 yuan from his pocket and handed it to the other party.

Holding the four-dollar coin in change recalled by the butcher shop owner, Zhang Xingyang said:

"Uncle Liang, the meat here is quite cheap!"

Liang Yi didn't think much about it, after all, in his eyes, Zhang Xingyang had just walked out of the ivory tower of the university, so it was normal not to know about it.

So he replied casually: "It's not as cheap as our research institute, we have state financial subsidies."

Zhang Xingyang's hometown is Zhangzhuang, a small village under Qingjiang Town.

As soon as I entered the village, the countryside in the 1990s came over me.

Many houses are still low-rise bungalows, with green bricks and green tiles, and the artistic conception is not bad from a distance.

But a closer look reveals that the brick walls are half decayed and the roof is broken.

Many roofs are laminated with translucent plastic sheets to keep out the rain.

It had just rained two days ago, and the dirt roads in the village were full of mud and puddles.

Zhang Xingyang's shiny leather shoes were now covered in mud.

Although the conditions were difficult, Zhang Xingyang saw that everyone was working hard.

Pushing open his fence door, Zhang Xingyang shouted nervously:

"Mom! I'm back!"

A middle-aged woman with white hair came out of the kitchen next to the courtyard:

"Xing Yang is back."

After seeing his mother, Zhang Xingyang's tense nerves suddenly relaxed.

He grinned and said, "Mom, I'm on a business trip to southern Shonan, so I'll come back to see you."

Chen Lanmei complained a little: "Just work hard when you are on business, don't delay the business!"

Zhang Xingyang can naturally hear his mother's love for him, he smiled and said:

"I'm almost busy with work, so I just came back."

After receiving several catties of pork handed over by her son, Chen Lanmei looked at Liang Yi who had been standing behind Zhang Xingyang, and said:

"Old Liang, Xingyang is still young and has a lot of work matters. I hope you can help him more."

Liang Yi nodded, and then said embarrassingly:

"Sister Chen, Xingyang is much stronger than what you said. We came to Shonan this time to discuss cooperation for the new material he just developed."

Hearing someone praise her son, Chen Lanmei, as a mother, was naturally very happy, so she held her son's hand and said:

"Stop standing outside, come in quickly, you are exhausted after walking all the way, I will make braised pork for you guys!"

Chen Lanmei was cleaning the pork while watching Zhang Xingyang busy in front of the firepit.

Zhang Xingyang found that even though he was the youngest academician scientist in the 22nd century, he couldn't handle a small earthen stove!

Why can't the fire be lit all the time? Zhang Xingyang's mind keeps circling the gas flow model of the stove and firewood.

Chen Lanmei saw that she was busy in front of the stove fire, but there was no fire, so she smiled and said:

"Old Liang, Xingyang is not as powerful as you said, he still can't even start the stove!"

Liang Yi laughed when he heard this, and said:

"Xingyang can calculate the gas flow rate of the full-flow afterburning cycle engine, but it can't make a fire. Who will believe it?"

Zhang Xingyang, as an old man with two lifetimes and a psychological age over thirty years old, also felt a little uncomfortable at this time.

Some dissatisfied said: "Mom!"

Chen Lanmei did not continue to embarrass her son, but said to Zhang Xingyang:

"Xing Yang, go out and pull some green onions for me!"

"Old Liang, come and light the fire!"

Zhang Xingyang walked out of the kitchen a little embarrassedly, and came to the vegetable field in the corner of the courtyard.

Although the small vegetable field is small, it is full of all kinds of vegetables, although it is just the beginning of spring.

The small green vegetables that have just grown are so green and oily that people like it when they look at them.

Pulling out three scallions that were growing well, Zhang Xingyang was about to walk back to the kitchen.

There was a "stab" sound.

Chen Lanmei stir-fried the sliced ​​meat in the pot, and said without looking back:

"Wash the onion and cut it into small pieces."

Like a good baby, Zhang Xingyang washed and chopped the green onions.

Zhang Xingyang's stomach growled when he smelled the smell of meat in the pot.

Chen Lanmei turned her head to look at her son whose stomach was ringing non-stop, smiled and said:

"Don't worry, I'll be fine soon!"

Chen Lanmei kept busy in front of the stove, and quickly cooked the braised pork, and asked Zhang Xingyang to pull a few vegetables from the vegetable garden, and simply stir-fried them.

Bringing the bowls to the table, Chen Lanmei greeted the two of them to sit down and eat.

Zhang Xingyang picked up a piece of braised pork with chopsticks and eagerly stuffed it into his mouth, only to feel a sweet, hot and spicy taste spread to his taste buds.

Even in the 22nd century, Zhang Xingyang still finds this plate of braised pork very delicious, even though he is used to many state-banquet-level dishes prepared by intelligent cooking robots.

Maybe it's the instinct of this body, or maybe it contains the taste of home.

During the banquet, Zhang Xingyang's mother kept picking up vegetables for herself, and the bowl for Zhang Xingyang was full.

In the end, I couldn't help but say: "No need to add more, I can't eat anymore."

After eating this meal, Zhang Xingyang felt that he had never eaten so full, and his stomach was almost full.

After the meal, Chen Lanmei said to Zhang Xingyang who was hiccupping his stomach:

"Xing Yang, your father passed away in an accident, and mother only hopes that you will not follow your father's old path again, and don't do it again.

Your mother is too old to stand such torture. "

Zhang Xingyang fell silent. He had never felt so cared for by others before, so he didn't know what to say for a while.

After a while, he replied.

"Mom, I will take good care of myself, don't worry about me."

After eating, Zhang Xingyang didn't want to stay at home too much, the feeling of being cared about.

It made Zhang Xingyang feel weird, so he said goodbye to his mother and left home.

On the way back, Liang Yi looked at Zhang Xingyang and said:

"Your mother actually wants you to stay at home tonight."

Zhang Xingyang didn't speak. He didn't quite understand whether the worries of his relatives were a blessing or a chain to him, so he could only keep silent.