After finishing work in the kitchen of the canteen, Chen Fei carried a fragrant pottery of boiling water, a bag of roasted lamb chops and a mixed salad, which was a benefit for helping with jobs in the kitchen. At least he could save money on food, saving and making money, not a fatty, but he was also a beautiful one.

I returned to the dormitory and left half of the bread sticks, grilled lamb chops and mixed salads. I put the other half into the basket and carried them all the way to the northwest corner of the air courier base, where I was located.

Now this place has been surrounded by layered layers of standard containers, and along the way, it feels a bit like a maze.

When he arrived in front of a steel-structured shed, he couldn't find the doorbell, so Chen Fei had to shout.

"Grandpa Barut, are you here?"

"Who? Oh, it's Xiao Chen, come in, the door is not locked!"

A few coughs came from the room, and an old voice sounded.

The mechanic, cold outside and hot inside, had already greeted Barut, the old Neanderthal man in charge of the low-temperature nuclear fusion energy tower of Target. Now that Chen Fei has found this place, the people in the room have been waiting for a long time.

Chen Fei pushed the door open and the first thing he saw was a huge cylinder nearly four meters high and about to touch the ceiling of the shed. This big guy almost seized all his sight.

This is the target Target low-temperature nuclear fusion energy tower that provides sufficient power for the entire 911 air courier base.

High-efficiency energy technology from the Third Era civilization, using deuterium (heavy hydrogen) and tritium (super heavy hydrogen) as fuel, it has no radioactivity and no vibration throughout the whole process, and is extremely safe and stable, and is very reliable.

Even though it is in operation, it is still very quiet and there is no sound at all.

In addition to flashing indicator lights and display screens that update relevant data such as output power curves in real time, it is almost difficult to feel that it is undergoing ultra-low temperature fusion reactions, constantly converting the power source.

"Ultra-low temperature" does not mean the degree of Celsius below zero. It is only relatively speaking that the actual reaction temperature is still above zero Celsius. Not to mention melting steel, there is still no problem igniting paper.

This incredible temperature naming is not an exception. For example, the "high temperature" of high-temperature superconductors is also not the real high temperature. It is still below zero degrees Celsius, and the actual temperature is much colder than the freezing area of ​​a household refrigerator.

It was not until the appearance of normal temperature superconductor materials that the temperature naming returned to normal.

There is a round hood on the roof of the steel structure shed, like a large hat, which is slowly rotating, dissipating the excess heat released from the energy tower directly below.

However, some of the heat remains inside the shed, making the temperature inside the room five or six degrees Celsius higher than the outside.

The temperature difference between morning and evening in the Kushi Mountains in Xingdu is extremely large. It can reach more than 20 degrees Celsius during the day, but it can directly fall below zero at night.

If the roof hood is closed after night, the residual heat generated by the target Target low-temperature nuclear fusion energy tower is still enough to make the entire shed warm as spring, and even the warm coat cannot be worn.

After retracting his sight from the target Target low-temperature nuclear fusion energy tower, Chen Fei was immediately shocked by the various green plants that were almost filling the entire shed.

This is simply a small garden, and it is a greenhouse. The bright lights are like the little sun, illuminating the entire shed like daytime.

The air is filled with the smell of ammonia, which is mixed with the unique fragrance of plants, but it is not too bad.

A slightly drunk warmth came to my face. Chen Fei noticed the mechanical thermometer hanging nearby. The current temperature is 24 degrees Celsius and the humidity is 62%. Compared with the dryness and coldness outside, and the lushness in front of me, the environment here is comparable to the Garden of Eden.

"Chi!"

The little bird hid in Chen Fei's neckline and crawled out, shook his feathers on his body, looked around curiously, looked at the place, suddenly flapped its wings and rose into the sky, landing among the flowers and plants, excitedly pecking east and west, and chirping from time to time, obviously treating this place as its own amusement park.

"Xiao Jiu, don't fly around, come back!"

Chen Fei quickly shouted, afraid that the bird would disturb the owner here.

When the bird heard the sound, it immediately flew back, but did not land on his shoulders as usual. It just jumped around on the nearby plants branches and leaves, feeling a little happy.

"It's okay, the birds are free, the coat can be taken off and hung on the hanger."

The old Neanderthal man Barut was wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt and was watering the flowers and plants. After hearing the birds' chirping, a smile appeared on his face.

Xiaojiu's arrival actually brought him unexpected surprises.

After the birds cried in the originally very quiet shed, I suddenly became more angry.

Barut’s work here is more like a retired old man in his daily life, using almost all the boring days of guarding the energy tower on these plants.

"Sorry, I'm disturbing."

Chen Fei took off his thick work clothes like a slightest, hung them on the clothes hanger, and then raised the basket and signaled.

"Grandpa Barut, I brought some food."

After drinking together last time, Chen Fei naturally knew what kind of gifts he should bring when visiting the elder of Neanderthal.

Bread, lamb chops and salad are more than enough to serve wine.

"Oh, you're so mean. Wait a moment, I'll get the wine."

Seeing the basket full of flowers, the old Neanderthal nodded with a smile, put down the watering can in his hand, and walked towards a corner of the shed.

When he came back, he held things in both hands, a glass wine bottle in one hand, two goblets in his arms, and a thick book in the other hand.

Leading Chen Fei to a round table, Barut then put down the bottle, wine glass and book, and said, "I taste the blueberry wine I brewed myself, and I think you will need it."

As he said that, he tapped the cover of the book with his finger, then pulled out the bottle plug, poured crystal wine like purple gems into the two goblets.

Chen Fei picked up the book and looked at the cover. This was a technical manual about the target Target low-temperature nuclear fusion energy tower, which included the energy tower design principles, operating procedures and fault instructions.

The whole book is brand new and has almost never been translated.

Low-temperature nuclear fusion technology originally came from the Neanderthal clan of the Third Age civilization. Barut is completely familiar with it. He could understand every button and every component of this energy tower with his eyes closed. His familiarity was even greater than that of Blue Star manufacturers, and he could not use this technical manual at all.

The 911 Airline Base hired such an old Neanderthal man to monitor the energy towers, not just because it was cheap.

After pouring the wine, Barut broke open a pair of disposable bamboo chopsticks, picked up a piece of roasted lamb chops, and chewed it up, and didn't even spit out the bones. He bit it and swallowed it. He said vaguely: "This job is not difficult, it is very simple. Do a self-test program every day, pay attention to the output power curve regularly, and don't have to keep staring at it. If there is any problem, it will send a reminder and generate a fault report. You don't need to repair it yourself. If there is a fault, call to report it. At the same time, send a fault report. The energy tower will not explode, and at most it will only automatically stop the fusion reaction. Once the machine is shut down, mechanical parts will reset the reaction plug-in and the fusion fuel will not leak."

I have to admire this old guy’s teeth that are not very good, and he doesn’t even spit out bones when eating meat.

"Chi!"

As if he smelled the fruity aroma of blueberry wine, the little bird brought by Chen Fei flew over with his wings and landed at the mouth of the goblet in front of him, and curiously looked at the purple wine inside.

"Go away, you can't drink!"

Chen Fei had the experience of making strange croaking sounds after Xiaojiu stole coffee last time. He was not sure what kind of bad effects would be, and he would never let him secretly drink something that shouldn't have been touched by the bird.

Immediately waved my hand and drove Xiaojiu away from my goblet, still looking at the technical manual of the target low-temperature nuclear fusion energy tower in my hand.

Before this, he knew nothing about the low-temperature nuclear fusion energy tower.

"Chirr!"

Xiaojiu flapped his wings and landed on the table, jumping around, and was ready to move and did not give up easily.

Barut looked at the bird with black feathers and said in surprise: "It's actually a pure light bird!"

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