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"Commander-in-chief, the people from the logistics department said that you want to switch the steel factory to producing white iron?" Hu Chenghe, the head of the General Staff Department, questioned Vézé in a rather angry tone.
"That's right." Vézé looked up from the pile of documents and answered readily.
"Why?" Hu Chenghe asked in surprise. "At this time, we have just started casting iron cannons and building the Tiger Gate Fortress. If you switch production, the cannon casting plan will be interrupted. "
"White iron is suitable for farming tools. Now that the place has gradually calmed down, how can we do without farming tools?" Vézé said as he looked at the clock. This was one of the latest products of the Liberation Army's military industry, and it was also a product that Vézé had long wanted to develop. The popularization of clocks was inevitable in the industrial age. Since then, millions of people had the same time. Looking at the time now, it was soon time for Vézé's lecture. So, Vézé stood up and began to put on his coat hanging on the hanger.
"Even if the cannon casting plan is postponed, we still have to produce farming tools first?" Hu Chenghe clearly grasped the key point.
Vézé also answered very clearly, "That's right! The cannon casting process can be adjusted, it's not a big problem if it's a day earlier or a day later. Moreover, we can test the cannons first and record the parameters of each cannon for research. But if the farm work is delayed by a day, it will be a big deal. "
Hu Chenghe choked on his words and could not answer. Logically speaking, what Vézé said was not wrong at all. But as the chief of the General Staff Department, Hu Chenghe had his own standpoint. Behind him stood countless excited soldiers who could not wait to have all the latest equipment equipped on the same day.
Vézé had already put on his coat at this time. He said to Hu Chenghe, "It's going to be the Qingming Festival soon …"
Hu Chenghe immediately remembered that it was also the time to worship the ancestors. Unexpectedly, Vézé continued, "The Cemetery of Martyrs has to be built, and the troops have already been assigned to the military fields near their encampment. In addition to planting their own fields, the troops have to go to the local areas to help the people who have been assigned fields plant seedlings."
"Why?" Hu Chenghe asked. After asking the question, he felt that he didn't explain it clearly. "Why do you want to help the commoners farm? Right now, the training in the army is very heavy. I don't have time! "
"An army has the soul of an army. This is the soul of an army! What kind of soul should our army have? Our army should be the army of the Restoration Society, and the aim of our Restoration Society is to protect the people. As for helping the commoners with their spring ploughing, I think it's actually quite limited. But the people see that our troops work with them and are disciplined. Only then will they know that our army is not an old-fashioned army, but an army that can truly be trusted. "
Vézé said seriously. Hu Chenghe was quite shocked after listening to it. He didn't expect Vézé to see things so thoroughly. Vézé continued, "As the saying goes, a good man doesn't become a soldier, and a good iron doesn't become a nail. If the commoners think that our army is the same as the old-fashioned army, then who from a good family would dare to send their children to the army? Only when the commoners know that not only will their children not turn bad after being sent to the army, but they will also learn better, will they dare to send their children to the army. Chief of Staff Hu, don't you want an army that comes from a good family? "
The Liberation Army's fighting strength was quite strong. One of the main reasons was that the backbone of the Liberation Army rarely consisted of local ruffians. Most of the officers were farmers in Huainan. These people were calm and resolute, and they obeyed orders. They were very different from those who came from a bad background. In Vézé's army, not only did they pay attention to fighting, they also paid attention to the atmosphere. For those who had a bad nature, they should be killed and locked up. With this group of officers from a good family as a foundation, Hu Chenghe could completely understand Vézé's point of view.
After finishing this, Vézé went straight to the Party School in Guangzhou. Now that the military governor's office was getting bigger and bigger, the number of schools had also increased. In general, they were divided into the Party School that trained members of the Restoration Society, the military school that trained the Liberation Army, and the ordinary compulsory education system. Vézé's attitude towards the old literati was very simple: "use them but not value them". If he wanted to build his own empire, then he had to grit his teeth and cultivate his own cultural and intellectual class. Transforming the old literati was a heaven-defying project that Vézé really didn't have the courage to challenge. There were as many things to do as the hairs on an ox. As for the old literati, Vézé felt that it was better to let them wither along with the old era. Therefore, all his strength was used on the cultivation of the three new education systems.
The current three education systems weren't too different from each other. They all had cultural classes as a foundation and a certain number of specialized courses. The army was Vézé's foundation. He wanted to establish an industrial system for the army. This was equivalent to a technical school relying on the military school system.
Now, Vézé went to the military school to attend classes. When he entered the military school, someone immediately ran over. It was the head of the Chemistry Department, Zhu Mingli. Zhu Mingli excitedly said to Vézé, "Commander-in-chief, the prism is done! It's just as you said, there's a spectrum! "
According to Vézé's plan, the Liberation Army's military school had mathematics, physics, chemistry, prospecting, smelting … and more than a dozen other specialties. Vézé actually couldn't tell if this was a university or a technical school. It was indeed a fantasy to expect a group of people who had only studied for two or three years to immediately engage in advanced research. However, what should be had had to be had. Vézé could only let everyone "practice to gain true knowledge".
Hearing that the Chemistry Department, which was the foundation of the industry, had solved the prism problem, Vézé was also quite happy. He said happily, "Take me to have a look."
When he entered the laboratory, he saw a group of students in their teens, twenties, and even thirties surrounding a set of equipment, excitedly watching the technicians make adjustments. The technicians adjusted the gas lamp in the dark room. Because the gas was pure, the flame was almost colorless. Then, the technicians stuck a few grains of salt on a platinum wire and placed them on the flame. The flame immediately turned bright yellow. Light shone out from a narrow slit, passing through the prism and casting a spectrum on the snow-white wall. No matter how many times they tried, the position of the spectrum didn't change at all.
The technicians then dipped a clean platinum wire in some potassium salt. This time, the flame turned into a beautiful light purple, and the spectrum immediately changed. Vézé knew very well that every atom had its own characteristic spectrum. Therefore, it was possible to identify substances and determine their chemical composition based on the spectrum. This method was called spectral analysis. The students looked at this wonderful change and felt that it was incomparably magical. They didn't even notice that Vézé had come in.
"Students! Get ready for class! "Vézé shouted. Only then did everyone notice Vézé's presence. They hurriedly ran back to their tables and sat down.
Facing this group of students in military uniform, Vézé said, "Get ready for class!"
The class monitor stood up and shouted, "Stand up!" Everyone stood up and shouted together, "Good day, teacher!"
"Good day, students!" Vézé replied, "Please sit down!"
All the students sat back down in unison, and all of them looked at Vézé.
Vézé said, "What is this world made of? This world is made of atoms. As for what atoms are made of, we will talk about that later. Right now, let's first study the problem of atoms. Everything in the world looks different, but there aren't many atoms that make up everything. There are only about a hundred types, and among these hundred types, many are very rare. The more common ones are only about 70 to 80 types. Why do we need to make a spectroscope? The reason is very simple. All the atoms in the spectroscope only have one type of spectrum. Therefore, no matter what appearance they have, the atoms that make up them are all the same … "
All the students looked at their teacher, at their leader, with reverence in their eyes. Not only did Vézé have a high status, but he also had knowledge that no one else in the academy could hope to catch up to. More importantly, as Vézé's subordinates, they could learn from Vézé's earth-shattering knowledge. Just this fact alone filled them with a sense of pride.
Vézé, on the other hand, didn't think too much about it. To him, one of the most important tasks was to quickly establish a professional team for mine exploration, as well as a supporting research system for mine exploration. If he wanted to reliably increase steel production, he first had to be able to make open hearth furnaces. The production of open hearth furnaces required many thermal insulation materials, which required a certain level of knowledge in chemistry and mining. Although this group of students hadn't gone through the 21st century's systematic education, they could only go into battle after a quick learning session. Right now, the only person who could act as a teacher was Vézé himself.
After finishing the chemistry class, Vézé went straight to the Party School without stopping. As soon as he entered the door of the Cultural Studies Department, he saw rows of papers hanging on the wires in the room. Vézé's wife, Qi Hongyi, was copying and writing with a group of people. Seeing Vézé come in, Qi Hongyi stood up excitedly. "Commander-in-chief … President, the collection of words in the Xinhua Dictionary has been completed, including the expanded radicals, the pinyin you provided, and the tones you proposed. We have finished the original manuscript and are proofreading it. If there are no accidents, the first edition will be ready in a month at most. "
Qi Hongyi was the daughter of a bibliophile. She loved reading since she was a child, so she knew very well what kind of thing the Xinhua Dictionary was. She knew the significance of such a dictionary in the history of culture. Vézé entrusted this task to Qi Hongyi. Of course, Qi Hongyi was extremely excited and satisfied. Qi Hongyi knew very well that as long as Vézé could establish a new dynasty, Qi Hongyi, as the empress, was destined to be incomparably honorable. More importantly, she would no longer be an ordinary empress, but an empress who would leave her name in the history of China's culture. As long as Vézé's dynasty was not destroyed, Qi Hongyi would be remembered as a great scholar. Even if Vézé's dynasty was destroyed, Qi Hongyi's name would not disappear with it.
"Comrade Qi Hongyi, you did a good job." Vézé did not show any unusual intimacy towards his wife.
Qi Hongyi was inexplicably satisfied with Vézé's attitude. As the person in charge of an important job, Vézé did not show an attitude of treating Qi Hongyi as an accessory. This was undoubtedly the best respect. Qi Hongyi smiled. "President, do you want to see the original manuscript? It's all sorted out! "
"I trust you guys, so I won't look at it this time. I believe that my comrades can definitely come up with the world's thinnest official dictionary! "Vézé smiled.
After talking with other staff for a while, Vézé left the Department of Cultural Studies and went to the Department of Political Studies in the Party School. This was the department that Vézé was most concerned about. The soul of the army was not forged by slogans. The soul of the army itself had a very profound political philosophy. Apart from the army of the new China, if other armies had a "soul of the army", they were basically just sharp blades in the hands of the ruling class. Only the army of the new China treated the most violent part of the country's system as normal human beings. Moreover, this army undoubtedly had higher moral standards than ordinary people.
Vézé did not believe that this was just a unique characteristic of China. This was because after several major disasters in China in the 21st century, the reaction of the people around the world was normal. The people of various countries believed that the attitude of the Chinese Liberation Army to protect the people was the norm for the army. In the past, many so-called "advanced countries" were unwilling to mobilize their army during major disasters because one of the basic concepts of the army was that the army was used to suppress the people. It was only when the people of these countries started to pay attention to China and saw the performance of the Chinese Liberation Army that many countries changed. The army was given the responsibility of protecting the people in the face of disasters.
From these changes, it was obvious that the "soul of the army" of the Chinese Liberation Army was not unique. Instead, it was in line with the mainstream of progress in this increasingly civilized society. It was definitely of "universal value."
Now, the first thing that Vézé needed to do was to build the soul of the army in Guangdong and Guangxi.
The former head of the propaganda department, Wu Qilu, went to work in the local area to accumulate experience. The current head of the propaganda department, Chen Yingjiu, came up to him. "Commander-in-chief, I've finished the document you asked me to write."
After Vézé sat down, he picked up Chen Yingjiu's manuscript and flipped through it. His expression began to turn ugly. Chen Yingjiu's manuscript looked very high-end and classy. It was full of moral significance. This guy was from Anqing, Anhui. He could be considered to be educated and "cultured." He also looked very mature. Perhaps it was because of his name, but Vézé felt that this guy looked a bit like the "Lady Ma" Vézé had seen before. After reading this document, Vézé suddenly felt that Chen Yingjiu might be related to "Lady Ma" in some way.
Suppressing his own thoughts, Vézé said solemnly, "I've said it before, soldiers are no different from ordinary people who rely on labor to survive. Why do they need to have higher morals and higher sentiments? It's because the army is led by us, the Restoration Society. And we, the Restoration Society, stand on the side of the people. But what you wrote, when I read it, these people seem to be born different from ordinary people. That's not right! "
Chen Yingjiu had a serious expression. In the face of Vézé's instructions, his expression was respectful, cautious, and obedient. From the perspective of the old literati, he should be regarded as a humble and courteous disciple. But in Vézé's heart, his evaluation of this person had greatly decreased. It wasn't strange to have wrong ideas. Wu Liao, the regiment commander who sacrificed his troops a few months ago, was still depressed. But this was his true nature. Towards Chen Yingjiu's self-control, Vézé sincerely disliked it. Because Vézé suspected that Chen Yingjiu felt that what he did was wrong in Vézé's eyes. He would modify it according to Vézé's wishes because of Vézé's position, but he probably didn't think that he really did anything wrong.
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