Lin Tang knew of Old Yang's kind intentions, felt warmth in her heart, and nodded her head.
"I know, don't worry."
Old Yang's brows, which had been slightly furrowed, relaxed as he met her calm gaze, "You all continue with your work, I'll rest a bit more."
Age had crept up on him, and intense work consumed a lot of energy; he needed to rest after standing for just a short while.
Lin Tang responded and led the technicians towards the semi-finished fine spinning machine.
Everyone had already seen the blueprint of the fine spinning machine, so they were not completely clueless about it.
Therefore, they got the hang of it quickly.
Before long, they became skilled at it.
Old Yang sat there, looking at the technicians who were either hotly debating or bursting into laughter of realization, a look of relief in his eyes.
The country must rely on the younger generation!
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Elsewhere.
At the border defense at the end of November.