My Beloved Super Fierce Wife
Chapter 341: How can we talk about poetry, wine, and flowers, while our homeland is not flourishing?

Chapter 341: How can we talk about poetry, wine, and flowers, while our homeland is not flourishing?

Lin Tang shared his thoughts with the comrades from the Technology Department.

Elder Yang fell silent upon hearing this, a wave of emotions welling up in his chest.

It was both warm and astringent.

Is it hard?

The country is in a difficult period, and the people living within its 9.6 million square kilometers, from the leaders to the scientific researchers, down to the ordinary citizens, who isn’t struggling?

All beginnings are hard, and now these tasks must be tackled with effort by someone.

Even if it means completing them with tears and blood.

As long as the nation needs them, their steps will not halt.

Even if one day they fall at their post...

For this deeply beloved land, though death may come, there will be no regret.

Without the prosperity of one’s homeland, what is the worth of poetry, wine, and flowers?

"...Thank you!" Elder Yang solemnly uttered his thanks.

The emotions in his heart were complex and indescribable.

Even if his family members did not understand, at least someone did, and that someone was a young person; he was very comforted.

Lin Tang met Elder Yang’s aged eyes, feeling a sourness in his heart.

"I’m not worthy."

"Compared to you, I haven’t done enough."

She couldn’t compare to Elder Yang and the elder generation’s selflessness.

In her heart, the peace and joy of her family was above all else.

Ultimately, she was still selfish.

Elder Yang shook his head, "Not at all."

"I am quite old now, having seen all sorts of things in the world.

I’ve met many people, and also seen many off, having tasted the bitterness of all sorts of farewells.

It’s because I’ve experienced everything that I’ve been able to settle my heart."

"You are still young, not even halfway through your life; solidifying your life’s trajectory too early is not beneficial to you."

"In life, each of us walks a unique path.

Those on the road can only accompany you for a part of the journey, not the whole way.

Following your heart will allow your path to grow ever wider."

He did not agree with the current mainstream media’s reporting that blindly emulated role models.

In his view, it was more important for the younger generation to have their own ideas and goals than to blindly learn from so-called exemplary figures.

In fact, it’s normal for young people to have doubts in their hearts.

Once they reach a certain level of life experience, all the confusion will naturally dissipate.

After Elder Yang finished speaking, he realized he had spoken a bit too much.

He chuckled wryly and said, "I’m old and tend to ramble, Comrade Lin, you’re not bored by it all, are you?"

The older one gets, the more prone to rambling they become.

They go on and on at whoever they can catch.

Lin Tang hurriedly responded, "Not at all, I always learn a great deal from your words."

Elder Yang was like a sage, open-minded and wise.

He possessed a grand love in his heart, yet never imposed it upon anyone else.

An elder worthy of respect.

The fact that the elder considered her one of his own was why he spoke so much.

Elder Yang’s face was warm, looking at Lin Tang as if looking at a younger member of his own family.

He laughed heartily.

His white hair shimmered in the sunlight.

"Haha, Comrade Xiaolin is still so eloquent."

As he spoke, he turned to Wang Wen and Yang Du, "You two comrades have also worked hard."

Technicians were in high demand these days.

Especially old technicians like Elder Yang who had both skills and experience.

They were as precious as giant pandas.

Wang and Yang were preparing mung bean soup for the Technicians, and their faces blushed with excitement upon hearing Elder Yang address them.

"Not hard, not hard, you’re the one who’s been working hard."

Elder Yang smiled and passed his enamel jar over.

Thinking about the technical difficulties encountered recently, he looked at Lin Tang.

"Comrade Xiaolin, I wonder if you would be willing to help out in the Technology Department for a few days? I have some translation work that needs your skills."

It wasn’t just translation; there were other problems, too.

For some reason, he always felt that talking with Comrade Xiaolin would bring about a sense of sudden enlightenment.

Perhaps it was because young people are nimble-minded and have unique ideas.

Lin Tang considered the work at hand, which was simple and not urgent.

So he said, "Of course I’m willing, I’ll speak to our Director Du about it."

This was as good as a firm commitment.

Elder Yang’s eyes relaxed, and he said with a smile, "Good."

After the conversation, noticing the time was late, Lin Tang and the others left the factory.

On the way.

Yang Du walked with a lethargic gait, his eyelids almost sticking together.

Wang Wen supported him, a helpless look on his face.

"Is it that hard to stay awake just because you missed a nap at noon?"

Lin Tang looked at the pair in front that resembled conjoined twins, which could cause misunderstandings, and helplessly shook his head.

Luckily, there was no one else on the road, or by tomorrow there would be gossip like ’A Tale of Two Comrades at the Broadcasting Station’ circulating.

Yang Du yawned, slightly raising his voice.

His expression carried the sullenness of one wronged.

"Of course it’s hard. Xiao Gong’s wife had a baby, and he had to go to the hospital to care for her, so he asked me to cover his shifts for a few days.

There are only so many electricians in the factory, and there’s a ton of work to do.

Last night, the third factory hall suddenly lost power, and I had to find the problem and repair it. It took a lot of time, so..."

Xiao Gong was an electrician at the Textile Factory.

He was primarily responsible for all the electricity used by the Broadcasting Station.

Taking over Xiao Gong’s work, he had found that it was a big trap.

So much work for such little benefit—a huge loss!

Wang Wen looked sympathetically at Yang Du, who had fallen into the pit for a can of Malt Extract, and couldn’t help but laugh internally.

"Is the Malt Extract tasty?" he asked, taking pleasure in his misfortune.

Yang Du, reminded of the can of Malt Extract, felt consoled.

"...It’s tasty."

Sweet and delicious, how could it not be tasty!

He smacked his lips, still longing for more.

Wang Wen, hearing the pleasure in Yang Du’s tone, smiled good-naturedly and said:

"Since you’ve taken Xiao Comrade’s stuff, you’d better do a good job.

I know you’re tired, head back to the office, and take a nap once you’re there."

Yang Du straightened up and wiped his face with his hand.

Feeling more spirited, he quickened his pace towards the office.

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In the Technician’s factory.

A young Technician took a sip of mung bean soup and felt utterly refreshed.

"This mung bean soup is just perfect, nice and cool too..."

Elder Yang had also tasted it, "It must have been chilled in a well."

The comrades at the Broadcasting Station are all so considerate!

The young Technician, thinking about his master inviting Lin Tang to help, looked a bit uncertain.

"Master, did you ask Comrade Lin to come and help with the translation of those documents? But... aren’t those confidential?"

Those documents had been handed to the master from higher up.

Supposedly, they could lead to a major revolution in the cotton textile industry.

Needless to say, their importance was self-evident.

Inviting someone from outside like this, was it really appropriate?

The eyes of Elder Yang, wise and insightful, bore straight into his apprentice.

After a moment of silence, he said, "Do you think Comrade Xiaolin is not trustworthy? Or do you have some other concerns?"

The young Technician felt a chill in his chest under his master’s gaze.

He shook his head repeatedly.

"No, not at all."

Elder Yang averted his gaze, looking at the mung bean soup in the enamel jar.

"...When judging people, look with your heart; think thrice before you speak."

Once a teacher, always a father.

He offered a piece of well-intentioned advice.

No matter what the thought, such words could be misinterpreted.

The young Technician’s face flushed with heat, and his demeanor became serious and earnest.

"I understand, thank you for the teaching, master."

Elder Yang nodded, "Wait for Xiaolin Comrade to arrive, and learn well from her; you will gain knowledge."

He could see that Comrade Xiaolin had plenty to teach.