"Actually, I originally planned to take you to Qinghai Lake to recuperate for a period of time, but the blockade over there has just been lifted, and there is some chaos, which is not conducive to Mrs. Zhou's cultivation."

Zhou Xiangyu glanced at Ma Xuanzhong with a wry smile: "Now our comrades are fighting on the front line of resistance against Japan, and I ...... Then I already have a deep sense of guilt, if only I had a little more ......"

Ma Xuanzhong sighed: "If you say this, I will also feel guilty, or ......"

Ma Xuanzhong thought for a while, glanced at the old man who was fishing by the lake, and quietly asked Zhou Xiangyu: "Part of the arms production line in Yan Wanxi's hands is in the hands of your Chinese Communist Party, right?" ”

Zhou Xiangyu suddenly became interested, and asked excitedly: "Do you have any clues about the remaining part?" ”

"At that time, this production line was still transferred from abroad by our family Xuanxin, and the engineers on the line were all our people."

Saying that, Ma Xuanzhong looked at Zhou Xiangyu proudly: "You say, can I not know where the rest is?" ”

The Wuyuan Arsenal in Yan Wanxi's hands, many of the equipment in it were purchased by Liu Xuanxin, and even the chief engineer in the factory was from the Cao family of Jin merchants.

During the Battle of Taiyuan, Ma Xuanzhong originally planned to hack all the production lines and send them to Yanzhou, but he didn't expect the Chinese Communist Party to start in advance and take away the equipment they lacked.

After listening to Ma Xuanzhong's explanation, Zhou Xiangyu was a little embarrassed: "That is really a big flood that washed the Dragon King Temple." ”

Ma Xuanzhong waved his hand: "That's nothing, it's just that there is a bullet reloading equipment in the equipment we hid, and we can't use it." ”

"That ......"

Ma Xuanzhong smiled: "Is it okay for me to make a simple request?" ”

Zhou Xiangyu nodded happily: "Say it!" ”

"Meeting is fate, I don't ask for anything else, stay here for a few more days," Ma Xuanzhong sighed and glanced at Zhou Xiangyu, who still had bloodshot eyes, "Cultivate well, I don't want my father's reputation to be bad in your hands." ”

"This ......" Zhou Xiangyu was a little embarrassed.

"When you go back, in addition to the remaining munitions production equipment, I will give you a small steel production line and a shell production line......

Without waiting for Ma Xuanzhong to continue to increase the weight, Zhou Xiangyu hurriedly agreed.

Ma Xuanzhong breathed a sigh of relief, saw his father by the lake nodded, and hurriedly walked over.

Although I don't understand why my father values Zhou Xiangyu so much, Ma Xuanzhong can still feel from his daily interactions that Zhou Xiangyu is really suitable to be a friend.

Moreover, Ma Xuanzhong also wants to have such a friend, except for his brothers and sisters, wife and children, there are not many people in the circle around him: although he often jokes with his subordinates, he always feels that he is still a little short of a friend.

Seeing that Ma Xuanzhong wanted to keep himself "deliberately", it was not easy to refuse, and the Communist Party of China was now full of talents, and there was not much to worry about, Zhou Xiangyu pressed his heart and enjoyed a rare comfortable time......

Except for the gap in the sky that is gnawed by dogs in the distance, the scenery of Lake Aksai Chin is still good: the light of the lake under the cover of the mountains is reflected in the clear sky, and once you lie on the lake for a long time, it is difficult to distinguish the boundary between the water and the sky.

In addition to being by Deng Wenshu's side every day, what Zhou Xiangyu is most willing to do is to sit in the huge library of the lakeside villa and carefully study some foreign political economy works.

After a long time, Zhou Xiangyu gradually discovered the unknown side of Liu Qianyun's miracle doctor: the old man who is not angry and arrogant and does not smile outside has always regarded himself as a partner in front of his grandchildren, and he can still play with them......

His master was having a good time, and the task of decocting the medicine fell to Xu Qing. As a closed disciple of the divine doctor, after responding to several provocations from Sun Guangying, Xu Qing confirmed his name as a disciple of the divine doctor.

After several failed provocations, the playful Sun Guangying completely gave up Xu Qing's "happy" land, picked up the camera he had just used, and took the two small oil bottles of the Ma family to look for a new world......

Sun Guangying, who had played wild with two little followers, was a little reluctant to consider separation......

Fortunately, the rainy season has arrived.

The southwest monsoon, which rises from the Indian Ocean, sweeps across the Indian subcontinent and travels northward, and some of the water vapor meets the tall Himalayan mountains and turns into clouds. At the junction of the Himalayas and the Karakoram Pass, because of the opening, a large amount of water vapor poured in continuously along the opening under the action of the Himalayan high pressure; The water vapor that rushes to the edge of the Tibetan Plateau meets the towering Kunlun Mountains, and turns into precipitation......

Looking at the pouring rain outside the window, Zhou Xiangyu remembered the bridge section of the sky leak in the traditional mythology......

While marveling at the magic, Zhou Xiangyu had to admire the imagination of the people in the northwest region.

"Ahh

Looking at the non-stop torrential rain outside the window, Ma Xuanzhong was a little bottomless, and carefully looked at Liuyun who was wiping his tears: "Dad, are we a little too big?" ”

"You know!"

Liuyun glared at Ma Xuanzhong angrily: "Just this little rain, sprinkled into the Tarim Basin, the ground can't be wet." ”

"But......" Ma Xuanzhong raised his head and just wanted to refute, but when he saw his old man glaring, he quickly lowered his head.

"It's too big, it's not that there is no way to ......" Liuyun smiled and looked at Ma Xuanzhong, who didn't dare to look up.

"What's the solution?"

"On Kunlun Mountain, open a few more openings, let the water vapor continue to go north, and the rain and dew will be wet!"

Liuyun's fluttering words made Ma Xuanzhong's heart completely cold: not to mention that Kunlun Mountain is the first sacred mountain in China and the ancestor of ten thousand mountains, and it can't be moved at all; Last time, I just cut off hundreds of high mountains above the snow line in Kashmir, and I still have lingering palpitations when I think about it now.

"Then there's no other way?"

"This can be had, but it is not a symptom of the problem."

Ma Xuanzhong came to the spirit: "What way?" ”

"Widening the course of the Karakash River, the Yulong Kara River, and the Keriya River."

Ma Xuanzhong's eyes lit up, and then darkened: "Is there really no way to let the water vapor reach the Badain Jaran Desert?" ”

"This can be had!" Liuyun smiled, "In less than ten years, the water storage capacity of Lop Nur can reach the level of Qinghai Lake, and when the time comes, an artificial canal can be built." ”

"There is another one," Liuyun looked at Ma Xuanzhong, who was happy, "That's what I just said, if we open our mouths on Kunlun Mountain, we don't dare to do it, it doesn't mean that others don't dare to do it." ”

Ma Xuanzhong followed Liuyun's gaze, looked at the wall, and his eyes lit up: "Yes, we don't dare to do it, but the Chinese Communist Party is not so particular." ”

Just when Ma Xuanzhong was thinking about the future, Liuyun beat him back to reality with a word.