Which year, what month,

Only then can we recover the endless treasure?

Dad, Dad,

when,

Only then can we gather together?!

Wu Qixiu, who was already choking, couldn't stop crying now. Wu Ziniu no longer spoke and stimulated him. Gong Xiuhua's eyes were silent and red in his eyes, and even the driver lowered the speed.

"Cultural Revolution, stop singing." Wu Ziniu couldn't stand the suppression. He interrupted Zhuang Jihua's voice. Zhuang Jihua looked at him in surprise. He said in discomfort: "Cultural Revolution, you studied there. I am not from Northeastern, and my heart is also sour."

Wu Qixiu finally couldn't help crying loudly, calling out "Dad" and Gong Xiuhua turned to look at him, not knowing how to comfort him.

"Is it uncomfortable? It's better to bleed than crying." Zhuang Jihua suddenly said coldly. Wu Qixiu looked up at him with tears in his eyes: "I'm not afraid of death! I'm willing to bleed! But I'm going to bleed? I can't get it back to the Northeast alone!"

"Willing to join the army?" Zhuang Jihua asked.

"Can you beat the Japanese?" Wu Qixiu asked back.

"Five years later, I will take you to beat the Japanese." Zhuang Jihua said without any ambiguity.

"Why have to wait for five years? Not now?" Wu Qixiu asked in confusion.

"Because we are not ready," Zhuang Jihua patted his legs: "Many things are not just about passion, and there are many aspects involved in a war."

"Not ready?" Wu Qixiu said with wide eyes: "How long will it take to prepare? The Northeast has been lost for almost two years, how long will we prepare!"

"I'll ask you a question," Zhuang Jihua said in his eyes: "Have you been to the countryside, have you asked those farmers? Do they know how to fight against Japan? They all know that they will know that they will be prepared to reach 50%."

Wu Qixiu still didn't understand, and Gong Xiuhua in front also interrupted: "Student Wu, our superior is right, you'd better listen to him." Then she sighed and said: "Society is complex, especially in Chinese society. The War of Resistance is an arduous war. If the whole nation does not participate, we will not win this war."

Wu Qixiu nodded in a vague way, and Zhuang Jihua said: "If you want to join the army, go to the No. 2 Resource Committee of Sanyuan Lane to find Zhuang Jihua."

"Okay," Wu Qixiu said no less: "Sir, can you teach me that song?"

Zhuang Jihua was slightly stunned and then said, "Okay, no problem. Driver, take Classmate Wu to Jinling University first."

"On the Songhua River" is a song that is easy to learn. Wu Qixiu learned very quickly. When he arrived at Jinling University, he had already learned it. After he got off the car, Wu Ziniu said to Zhuang Jihua: "This kid is good, it's a piece of military service."

"You just realized that it's good, why did the Cultural Revolution persuade and geese to pull him in?" Gong Xiuhua sniffed contemptuously, and then asked curiously: "Cultural Revolution, you learned there."

"Chinatown." Zhuang Jihua replied without hesitation. Along the way, he was thinking that this source was there, and it was still appropriate for Chinatown to be thought about. Although it was very risky, because he was not the only one who came back from the United States, he really couldn't find a more appropriate source.

When Zhuang Jihua was doing well in Sichuan, the members of the Resources Committee were not idle either. Ding Wenjiang went to Guangdong to investigate Guangdong's industrial capacity, Qian Changzhao presided over the industrial capacity investigation in Shanghai and Zhejiang, and Weng Wenhao recruited more people. The last time they recruited were mainly scientific and technological personnel, and this time they recruited financial, political and diplomatic personnel.

"The Cultural Revolution, these materials are top secrets, you can take a look first." Weng Wenhao gave Zhuang Jihua a long document when he met. This is Qian Changzhao's industrial status and production capacity statistics.

Zhuang Jihua looked through these materials in Weng Wenhao's office, looking at ten lines at a glance, skipping the analytical texts and only looking at the numbers, feeling a little surprised and worried. Shanghai is worthy of China's largest industrial base, with factories of all kinds, engine factories, shipyards, chemical factories, steel factories, etc., and the most important factories in modern industrial countries have them. But the problem is that these factories are very small in scale, and most of them are struggling on the line of life and death. For example, engines, as important components of automobiles, tanks, and armored vehicles, China can produce, and even include relatively new pump-spray diesel engines. Shanghai New Machine Factory that produces this kind of engine is only

There are hundreds of workers, with a production of more than 100 units per year. All other lathes and milling machines are like this. The most important steel plants are even more difficult. For example, the largest steel plant in Shanghai, a comprehensive steel plant integrating ironmaking, steelmaking and rolling, Hexing Steel Plant, is about to stop production. "These factories have problems in one way or another, but the main problem is the sales of funds and products." Weng Wenhao frowned when he saw that he was turning quickly, and then he said that: "China's industrial scale is not large, and the demand for engines is extremely small, so they just want to develop but have no market. Coupled with the suppression of foreign merchants, survival is even more difficult."

"Oh, what do you mean?" Zhuang Jihua asked with his head down.

"Take Xinghe Steel Factory as an example," Weng Wenhao said for a moment: "The cost of steel in Xinghe Factory is 69 yuan, but in order to suppress Xinghe Factory, Japanese manufacturers only sell for 65 yuan per ton of steel, and Xinghe Factory cannot afford it at all."

Zhuang Jihua nodded and said, "It can be supported by the government."

"Hmph," Weng Wenhao shook his head and sighed, "Cultural Revolution, do you know that you have offended a lot of people."
Chapter completed!