Mushroom House: A centenary-year-old national scholar was exposed, and the whole network burst into

on the first medal.

The four Chinese characters shine brightly.

It seems to have a hard and heavy historical significance, and it rushes to the face

! It instantly occupies everyone's eyes! It

overwhelms them!

Those four words are......

Anyone who knows a little about history will surely understand the weight of it!

After the "God...... standstill

, Teacher He's brain was still buzzing and his eyes were wide.

All the emotions turned into this brief exclamation.

"The Father of Missiles......"

Huang Lei swallowed his saliva and rarely showed a helpless look.

They couldn't breathe well, and they didn't even dare to look at the other medals!

After taking a few steps back, they were much more relaxed.

It's just a medal, but it makes them feel the heaviness they have never felt in this life.

If they had not believed in the old man's conduct, they would have even suspected that this medal was forged

! No wonder they were suspicious, but the significance of this medal was too great!

But in front of this medal, most of the medals will look dim!

" "Old man, old man, uncle is the father of missiles?"

Peng Peng asked with a stammer.

He had studied history and understood the meaning of that history.

Luo Xiu bowed slightly.

"Is that the group of seniors who used the abacus to knock the data and finally shocked the world?"

Zifeng couldn't help but ask again.

Luo Xiu's face remained unchanged, and he still nodded slowly.

"It's amazing!" Mr

. He's expression was excited, and he seemed to want to rush forward and lift the medal,

but in the end he still shrank and didn't dare to step forward.

He faced the camera and waved his right hand at the table, not even daring to point his fingers at it.

The excited voice was even a little choked.

"Audience friends, that's a medal of the father of missiles

!" "Many years ago, when the country was just founded, we were bullied by outsiders

!" "Even though we have huge resources and population, even if we repel the murderous invaders, those tigers and wolves still look down on

us!" "They are eyeing us with malice

!" "They want to bite off a bite from our weak body all the time, no, they bite us to death!"

"And all these changes come from a group of tenacious and great seniors!" Speaking of

this, Mr. He sniffled, his eyes glistening.

Beside him, everyone was silent, not daring to interrupt him.

"In those days, we didn't have computers, do you understand what that meant?"

"Our data can only be calculated by the human brain, using the most primitive methods

!" "The amount of computing is enough to crush anyone! It is enough to make people despair

!" "There are people who use the abacus to beat, calculate, calculate, and finally complete the data!"

During that time, the loudest voice was the voice of the abacus

!" "Anonymously, bidding farewell to his wife and children, leaving his home, and not even daring to reveal his true identity

!" "They entered the treacherous and harsh Gobi, braved the wind and sand, withstood thirst, and withstood the worst environment in the world," "

Finally, they used their abacus to hammer out the data needed to develop missiles!" The

eyes of all the people present flashed with a sparkling light.

That's a hard history, that's a great history!

Mr. He took a deep breath before he could continue to tell.

"Later, a huge mushroom cloud and a huge noise shook the world!" "

It was the sound of a missile explosion, and after that, we got the attention we deserved

!" "After that, we are no longer a weak country

!" "It was the sound of the abacus beating that brewed a shocking explosion!" "It was

that arduous history that gave us the capital to gain a foothold!"

In front of everyone, a historical picture slowly unfolded.

They seemed to see a group of people with resolute faces saying goodbye to their hometowns, even if there was a deep reluctance on their faces.

Transported by truck, the group came to a barren Gobi.

This is one of the harshest places in the country.

But it is the most suitable place for missile research and development

! Therefore, they can only endure the harsh environment and begin to carry out great work!

For countless days and nights, the Gobi Desert was filled with the sound of abacus colliding and the sound of pen and paper intermingling.

Discarded drafts were enough to fill the warehouse

! They racked their brains, their faces were haggard, and only their eyes shone brightly

! Until a loud bang shook the world, and a huge mushroom cloud hovered over the Gobi

! On that day, all the newspapers reported on the great miracle!

And the miracle makers, for safety reasons, continued to live incognito.

It wasn't until many years later that the dusty history was revealed.

That group of tough and great people got the glory they deserved.

This is the origin of the Medal of the Father of Missiles!

"Old man, you and your son are our heroes!" Huang

Lei was also excited.

Those years were undoubtedly miraculous.

Internationally, no one believes that our country has the strength to independently develop missiles.

The huge mushroom cloud smacked their faces hard!

"It's all in the past.

Luo Xiu's tone was very flat.

Doing all this is not for the sake of future generations to be grateful.

You don't need to add luster to yourself.

"No, old man, we can't forget the past!" the

directors jumped up and down excitedly.

"We want to remember that history, and if we can, we want to make a documentary about him.

This time, Luo Xiu shook his head resolutely.

"There are so many heroes in history that there is no need to specifically publicize them, which is what he meant. In

the face of this hundred-year-old hero, everyone had no choice but to press their minds.

"Is it true that the abacus has struck out a missile?"

"To be honest, I don't believe it, but who still uses that abacus now? I don't think it's very useful.

"Don't

you know how to read history books?" "In front of heroes, don't be so restless, it's normal for some people to be unfamiliar with that period of history, what we need to do is propaganda and let more people know about

it!" "I can tell you unequivocally that that history is real! Because my grandfather was also one of them

!" "However, not everyone can award the Medal of the Father of Missiles, and Uncle Luo must have done a greater and more difficult job!"

"No matter what, your grandfather is also our hero

!" "Salute to all heroes!"

"......" The directors who had been watching the screen for a long time hurriedly asked

, "

Old man, what kind of work is your second son mainly responsible for?"

Luo Xiu shook his head.

He doesn't plan to reveal any more.

In the missile enterprise, all participants are equally great.

A medal of the father of missiles, which cannot take away the light of others.

The directors couldn't help but be a little disappointed.

Missile manufacturing is an extremely complex technology, and there are bound to be powerful people presiding over the situation.

Only these people who are in charge of the overall situation can confer the medal of the Father of Missiles!

Obviously, the old man's second son is one of them.

Unfortunately, no matter how much they searched, they couldn't find the relevant information.

After thinking about it, Luo Xiu said calmly,

"The reason why he got this medal is because he has more knowledge.

"Other people may not have this condition, and more fighters choose to die on the battlefield, and their light is even brighter. Only

then did everyone give up the entanglement.

"What kind of person was Uncle Luo before?" Sister

Zifeng asked curiously.

Hearing this, Luo Xiu smiled rarely.

"A very skinny child, disobedient and not honest.

"But...... Just like you, a very good boy!"

What qualifications do you have to be compared to heroes?!

" Old man, this is too torturous for us.

Huang Lei smiled bitterly.

Luo Xiu shook his head and said slowly

, "Don't look down on yourself, if you work hard, who is not a hero?"

They can't be as great as the old man......'s second son!

You don't have to be a hero in other ways.

"Let's take a look at the other two medals.

Peng Peng said curiously.

The father of a missile, already great and glorious enough.

The other two medals, although they also mean glory,

do not bring them the shock they had before.

Several people in the room stepped forward, mentally prepared, and looked at the other two medals of color.

"It's ......,"

Mr. He stammered again.

Even if we were mentally prepared, those two medals also brought a huge shock! On the two medals, those

eight simple Chinese characters flashed with the glory of the past!