Courtyard Houses: The Great Masters of a Nation Hidden Within

Gao Jianguo pulled the person into the corridor and asked in a low voice.

"How does your joint defense team get in? Are you short-handed right now? Is it convenient?"

He finally remembered that he had been thinking about asking Wang Tiezhu about the recruitment methods for the joint defense team, hoping to find someone to join.

We don't necessarily have to imprison Yan Bugui, but it's always good to get a sense of the situation.

If he had the connections, Gao Jianguo would be willing to help Yan Bugui.

He treated most of the people in the courtyard with goodwill.

It's definitely not a good thing to make yourself a stereotypical figure who attracts hatred wherever you go, especially since popularity will become more valuable in a few years when the tide turns.

If you have such a powerful cheat code like the system in your pocket, and you don't manage it well and create a comfortable environment for yourself, then you'll be wasting it.

However, Yan Jiecheng might not actually need this.

Gao Jianguo remembered that in the drama, he seemed to be a worker in a steel rolling mill, but he didn't know which way he got in.

Wang Tiezhu understood Gao Jianguo's meaning: the joint defense team was not a big deal, and the middle-level managers and above in the station could make the decision.

"A friend wants to get in? No problem. But it's not an easy job. Low pay, lots of work, you're exhausted like a dog. More people come than leave, and once you're in, you're likely to become a failure. If it's someone on my side, I can help look into other options."

Gao Jianguo shook his head.

"No, just an ordinary neighbor. It's not certain. I'm just checking things out first."

When Wang Tiezhu heard that it was just an ordinary neighbor, he didn't care anymore.

Whether it's tough or tiring, they're not one of our own anyway.

"Then you can decide for yourself. Anyway, just let me know if you need anyone for the joint defense. Remember to come to my house for dinner tomorrow night."

Gao Jianguo's mind raced. He remembered that Wang Tiezhu's wife was getting bigger and bigger, and that he and Wang Tiezhu were both only mediocre cooks, so he simply asked her a question.

"Is your pregnancy getting heavier, sister-in-law? Is it convenient for you? How about I call over the cook from our factory, the one I've eaten with a few times, and have him cook at your house?"

Wang Tiezhu waved his hand.

"That's a good idea. Our skills are about the same, so we're just wasting food."

After getting off work in the evening, Gao Jianguo brought a plate of steamed buns over and had a meal at Sha Zhu's house. He also arranged with Sha Zhu to work as a cook at Wang Tiezhu's house.

Upon waking up on Sunday morning, Gao Jianguo lay in bed and began to plan out the things he needed to do that day.

The lucky draw comes first; we can't forget about it.

Then I went to consignment shops, supply and marketing cooperatives, and hardware stores to see if I could find the materials needed for transistor computer input/output devices.

After getting up and washing up, I didn't even have time to eat before drawing the prize.

The result was the same old formula: a printed copy.

When Gao Jianguo unfolded the package, his heart skipped a beat—someone was offering him a pillow when he was sleepy.

—《ANSI C Syntax Explained and Compiler Implementation》.

This thing is considered an antique in the history of computer development in China, but for someone like Gao Jianguo who has ancient technology in his hands, the time span is just right.

At this point, not only is C language not yet born, but even its grandfather, BCPL language, hasn't been reincarnated yet.

But the brilliance of the C language lies in the fact that as long as you thoroughly understand the underlying object architecture and the compiler is in place, it can run freely on top of it.

Without a doubt, the "compilation" in this material is definitely an compilation of x86 architecture.

Isn't that a coincidence?

The ANSIC standard was only established in 89, and it was already quite advanced.

With this, he could run the C compilation environment within the cyclic environment of the transistor computer.

To put it another way, this material is more useful to Gao Jianguo at this stage than giving him a complete operating system principle.

Operating systems are far too complex; compilers are much simpler to implement.

With this device at hand, the application problems of transistor computers are solved directly.

The capabilities of domestic scientific and technological personnel are exceptionally strong. They can master this system and apply it in practice without much effort.

Moreover, even if transistor computers become obsolete in the future, this system will not become outdated.

This is something that will be recorded in the annals of computer development.

Gao Jianguo was so excited that his hands were shaking.

See? There really is a pity system for gacha pulls. Who the hell said online games are just about ripping people off? I just got an SR card.

Gao Jianguo was feeling quite pleased with himself when someone knocked on the door.

I went over and opened the door. Lou Xiao'e was standing in the doorway, holding a box and panting heavily.

Rapid breaths exhaled puffs of white mist in the cold autumn air.

Gao Jianguo quickly ushered her into the house.

"Why did you come so early?"

This question is phrased quite carefully. It's not "Why are you here?" but rather "Why are you here so early?" If you think about it carefully, the meaning is different.

Lou Xiao'e entered the room and handed the box to him.

"Here, have a taste."

Gao Jianguo lifted the lid; there were six steamed buns and three small dishes.

He didn't stand on ceremony either.

"Then I won't stand on ceremony with you. Have you eaten? Share some."

Lou Xiao'e also sat down and ate, the taste was so-so.

Having estimated that they had eaten enough, Lou Xiao'e put down her chopsticks and stared at Gao Jianguo, asking him a question.

"How does it taste?"

Gao Jianguo didn't even think about it.

"Hmm, it's alright."

It wasn't a fancy dish, but it tasted pretty good. He told the truth and continued to shovel food into his mouth.

Lou Xiao'e's smugness kicked in.

"How was it? My cooking was alright, wasn't it? Last time you were being sarcastic and said I did a bad job."

Gao Jianguo raised his head.

"Did you do this?"

Lou Xiao'e nodded.

"Yeah, I cooked at home because I was worried about getting cold, so I rode my bike all the way here. I was so tired I almost collapsed."

Gao Jianguo recalled how she had been standing at the door, breathless, and realized that this was why.

He reached out to touch her head, but then withdrew his hand halfway through, thinking it wasn't appropriate.

"Don't bother next time, just make it here."

Lou Xiao'e felt she had regained face and responded triumphantly with a drawn-out tone.

"good--"

After finishing his breakfast, Gao Jianguo remembered that he was supposed to go shopping for materials, so he asked Lou Xiao'e about it.

"Xiao'e, I'm planning to go shopping later, do you want to come?"

Lou Xiao'e didn't react particularly to the nickname "Xiao'e" and just casually accepted it.

"Really? Okay, okay, let's go!"

After saying that, he immediately reached out and pushed Gao Jianguo out the door.

Gao Jianguo steadied himself, grabbed his coat and bicycle keys, and walked out the door with Lou Xiao'e.

Gao Jianguo wanted to buy a teletype machine and then tinker with a decoding device to connect it.

In this way, the key signals generated by typing can be transmitted to the computer, and the typed characters can be printed on paper simultaneously. At the same time, it can also receive signals from the computer and display the output information.

At that time, teletype machines generally used International Code No. 2, also known as ITA2, which could only display 64 characters by using a combination of 5 signals and escape characters.

This method is indeed clumsy, but it works for now.

It's important to know that back then, the 103 machine still relied on rudimentary methods like punched paper tape and a few rows of simple indicator lights on the main control panel to solve input and output problems.

However, Gao Jianguo miscalculated; he underestimated how valuable equipment with the word "electric" in its name was these days.