The Courtyard House: Xu Damao's Aunt is the Queen of Women

As soon as Sha Zhu finished speaking, Qin Huairu acted as if she were on drugs.

His purplish-black, cracked lips parted to reveal teeth covered in a thick, yellowish-brown substance, and a sickly expression of enjoyment appeared on his swollen, bruised face.

Ushtala is located deep in the Gobi Desert. Although it has no shortage of water, the climate is harsh and transportation is inconvenient. There are no toothbrushes or toothpaste for prisoners to use, let alone take a bath. They can take a bath more often in the summer, but not in the winter.

Therefore, Qin Huairu's current condition is not much better than that of a middle-aged woman in her forties or fifties. Her skin is dark, her hair is dry and yellow, her figure is thin, and she looks at least twenty years older.

This huge psychological gap made Qin Huairu, who was used to being the center of attention and being the focus of everyone's attention wherever she went (as she saw it), feel very uncomfortable. Her mentality gradually began to become distorted, and she desperately wanted to regain that feeling.

Other men would definitely ignore her; they wouldn't even glance at her.

Only Shazhu would continue to treat her like a fairy and her master, flattering and fawning over her as always!

"Pillar, I'm so hungry. I'm always hungry. Could you share some of your rations with me?"

Qin Huairu looked at Sha Zhu with tears welling up in her eyes. To others, this expression would be disgusting, not much better than watching a horror movie.

But in Sha Zhu's eyes, Qin Huairu was no different from before. Whenever she showed such a weak, helpless, and pitiful appearance, his protective instincts would be aroused, and his mind would be dizzy. He would not hesitate to eat shit even if it meant being asked to do so.

He glanced around with keen senses, then grasped Qin Huairu's smooth, soft (rough and cracked) little hand, saying with eyes full of heartache, "Sister Qin, I'll share half of my food rations with you from now on. Don't worry, as long as I have a breath left, I won't let you go hungry."

A great sense of satisfaction welled up in Qin Huairu's heart, and she nodded like a chick pecking at rice.

"Pillar...you're so kind!"

"If I'm not good to you, who else can I be good to?"

……

Not far away, Lou Bancheng and He Daqing were shoveling manure, but their eyes were secretly observing Sha Zhu and Qin Huairu.

Seeing Sha Zhu's lewd smile, his groping of Qin Huairu's hand, and his promises made with patted chest, Lou Bancheng felt his understanding of the world shatter.

Lou Bancheng straightened up, raised his hand and slapped his forehead, muttering under his breath, "I don't understand!"

He Daqing's expression was cold, his eyes filled with nothing but disgust, without a trace of anger, let alone disappointment.

What's the point of having such a stupid son? I should have just thrown him against the wall!

"Old He, has Sha Zhu been bewitched by Qin Huairu?"

He Daqing asked in confusion, "What is a curse?"

Lou Bancheng explained, "The evil magic in Southeast Asia is called black magic. One type is called love magic. Once someone is under this spell, their mind will be confused. They will no longer be able to see or think about anyone else. They will be obsessed with the person who cast the spell. No matter how the other party schemes or wrongs them, they will willingly give their all without any rationality left."

Hiss... Is it that scary?

He Daqing frowned, suspecting that Sha Zhu had really been cursed by Qin Huairu.

Otherwise, why would Sha Zhu act like a dog, even if Qin Huairu beat him up and left him battered and bruised, as long as Qin Huairu called him a few times, he would run back and wag his tail.

However, after a moment's thought, He Daqing felt it was unlikely.

"Old Lou, you're overthinking it. Qin Huairu wouldn't have any of those so-called black magic tricks, but she's really good at dog training. She's turned Shazhu into an obedient dog."

Lou Bancheng was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Haha, you know what, Qin Huairu really did tame Sha Zhu like a dog."

……

The Liu Family Courtyard.

As the sun sets, golden sunlight streams through the windowpanes onto the long table in the living room, where hundreds of sheets of white paper covered with dense data shimmer with dazzling golden light.

Gold is far less valuable than this paper, because even if you have mountains of gold and silver, you can't buy the technology on paper!

In this difficult era when even basic computing power was extremely scarce, the research trio of Professor Qian, Professor Guo, and Liu Hao was an invincible combination that could shake the world and rewrite the fate of a great power.

The three individuals each performed their duties, their roles were interconnected, and they complemented each other perfectly, forming an impeccable scientific research loop.

Professor Qian is the soul of the entire project and its overall leader, possessing a strategic vision and overall planning ability that transcends the times.

He is proficient in aerospace overall design, missile control systems, and national defense strategic planning. He builds the overall blueprint for missiles from the top-level architecture, and clarifies the research and development direction, flight path, weapon positioning, and national defense applications.

From national strategic planning to the overall structure of the missile, trajectory planning, and engineering implementation process, he oversaw everything.

He determined where the missiles would fly, how they would fly, and what kind of strategic deterrence they would exert. He was the cornerstone of the entire national defense and aerospace industry. Without Professor Qian, the entire missile project would have had no clear direction and would have had no way to begin.

Professor Guo is a pinnacle of physics and mechanics, a world-class authority on aerodynamics, explosion mechanics, and high-temperature thermal protection.

He can accurately analyze the physical laws and construct an incredibly complex and precise set of differential equations to solve world-class problems such as shock waves, high-temperature burning, missile body pressure, airflow turbulence, and structural vibrations generated by high-speed missile flight, which others find difficult to solve.

He transformed all the underlying principles of missile flight, aerodynamic problems, and the core logic of high-temperature protection into mathematical equations, turning abstract physical problems into calculable and deductive digital models.

Without Professor Guo, even the most perfect blueprint cannot be implemented. The missile simply cannot withstand high-speed flight and will disintegrate and be destroyed as soon as it takes off.

And Liu Hao is the cheat code!

The massive and complex high-order equations, ballistic trajectories, aerodynamic values, and limit calculations require enormous computing power. These are computational problems that even the two superpowers, the United States and the Soviet Union, struggled with. However, Liu Hao was able to solve them with extremely fast and accurate speed, zero error, high efficiency, and all-weather simulations.

He transformed Professor Guo's obscure equations into practical and accurate ballistic data, and Professor Qian's grand blueprint into feasible engineering parameters, significantly shortening the research and development cycle and skipping countless trial-and-error risks.

Therefore, the combination of the three is nothing short of miraculous.

Teacher Qian sets the framework, Teacher Guo establishes the truth, and Liu Hao breaks through all things.

The three core technologies of theory, physics, and computing power are seamlessly integrated. Technologies that take countries several years to master can be overcome by these three people in a short time.

"Honey, ever since you came to Ushtala, Teacher Qian and Teacher Guo have been all smiles every day."

At the table, Liu Hao held a cigarette in his left hand and a pen in his right, writing furiously.

He Xiaomeng was responsible for handing over paper and filling the fountain pen with ink.

I can switch between two pens to write without wasting any time.

"Theory determines the upper limit, computing power determines the speed of implementation—how can the two professors not laugh?"

He Xiaomeng smiled and nodded: "Indeed, freedom of computing power is freedom of scientific research."

"In the past, when computing power couldn't keep up, even the best ideas could only be kept in mind and we didn't dare to try them easily. Now that you have the computing power to back us up, the two teachers can boldly put forward all kinds of ingenious ideas, even if they are not theoretically feasible for the time being."

"Because you can quickly complete the simulation and verification, which will not delay the progress or waste valuable time and research resources."