A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

Chapter 233 Transistor Computer, First Person to Consume It!

The train is so cool!

Jiang Xia, who had only slept halfway, opened his eyes.

Huh? Why are you in bed? Weren't you revising blueprints yesterday? Did you faint again while revising them? My neck is a little sore.

"Oh, you're awake? You've been sleeping for a long time, almost 12 hours!" Wang Kui, who was guarding the bedside, showed an embarrassed yet delighted smile.

Jiang Xia took the water glass handed to him by Lao Wang and began to stammer.

"I fainted again yesterday?"

"Ah~ um~ yes!" Old Wang stammered, sounding rather evasive.

If it weren't for the fact that a doctor was called up to check on the baby while we were at the station and assured us that the little guy was fine and just sleeping, Old Wang would have gone down to keep him company.

Where are we?

"I don't know, I just parked and refueled."

"Brother Wang, can you get me some food? I'm starving!"

As she spoke, Jiang Xia calmly sat down on the sofa, resting her chin on one hand with a blank stare. In her other hand, she was writing something on a piece of paper.

program addition

implicit none

real :: a, b, sum

a = 5.0

b = 3.0

sum = a + b

Wang Kui peeked inside and saw what kind of scribbling it was. He ignored it, happily agreed, and went to find the train conductor.

What is Jiangxia doing?

FORTRAN language.

I don't know why, but last night I dreamt of a bunch of 0s and 1s, and then words like radius, area, and pi started popping into my head, and imperative phrases like discriminant = b * b - 4.0 * a * c also flooded my mind like they were free.

What's going on? Could it be that Jiang Qiu finished inputting the BIOS and this is a reward from the machine spirit? Jiang Xia tried to sort out his dream.

FORTRAN, a classic assembly language, is perfectly suited for modern transistor computers. It is ideally suited for writing programs containing numerous mathematical formulas and algorithms. For example, in mathematical computation tasks such as solving systems of linear equations and performing numerical integration, FORTRAN allows programmers to write programs using syntax similar to mathematical expressions.

To put it bluntly, if Jiang's father and his team were to use a hand-cranked calculator to perform ballistic calculations, it would probably take 100 people a week to do so.

If you switch to the FORTRAN programming language, the results might be available in half an hour.

Hmm, something's wrong. Why is the FORTRAN compiler gradually disappearing from my memory? It's as if a giant hand is holding an eraser, wiping away these symbols one by one.

Take notes quickly!

No matter how many programs you have, you can't get anything done without a compiler!

Paper! Paper!

Jiang Xia grabbed a map hanging on a board, flipped it over, and began to write furiously on the back.

When Wang Kui returned with the lunchbox, he saw Jiang Xia staring blankly ahead, as if in a daze.

But his hands kept moving, and the back of a large drawing was already covered with all sorts of characters.

Seeing that the drawing was almost finished, Wang Kui kindly reminded him, "Kid, it's almost full!"

"Not enough, not enough! Quick, get some paper! We need big pieces!"

Damn, he's gone crazy again.

Wang Kui had experienced this many times before, so he remained calm and started fiddling around in the carriage after putting down his lunchbox.

Are your drawings okay?

"Too small! I don't have time to write in small characters!"

How should I put it about the current situation in Jiangxia?

It's like you forgot to do your homework yesterday, and during morning reading you finally managed to beg your deskmate to scan it for you, but the group leader has already started collecting homework! And the teacher is still glaring at you from the podium...

Time is of the essence; we can talk about things like writing in an orderly manner later.

That's right. To avoid not being able to recognize his own handwriting in the future, Jiang Xia had to write it larger.

Wang Kui rummaged around and found a few more maps, helping Jiang Xia turn them over to the back.

After Jiang Xia finished writing, Wang Kui blew the ink off the paper, carefully rolled it up, and put it away.

at the same time.

Our gaze shifts to the Jiang family's courtyard.

Our talented young woman, Jiang Qiu, did indeed complete the BIOS input.

They even went ahead of schedule.

She also entered a simple loop monitoring program that Jiang Xia had casually written.

The little girl's hand speed also changed from the initial two-finger typing to a butterfly weaving through flowers.

After typing the last character, the little girl looked at the screen with expectant eyes.

Unfortunately, nothing changed on the screen.

There was only a small cursor blinking.

"Fourth brother! Dinner's ready!"

Jiang Dong climbed out the window and beckoned to Jiang Qiu. Ever since her brother left, this place had become her no-go zone. Her fourth sister, Jiang Qiu, wouldn't let her play around inside no matter what she said.

Moreover, after class, Jiang Qiu wouldn't play with her anymore. He would just keep banging on that square block all the time. Humph!

That annoying big machine.

Hearing Jiang Dong's call and seeing the unresponsive screen, the little girl pouted.

"What?! Nothing's changed even after I've lost everything?"

She got up, went out, grabbed Jiang Dong's hand, and walked towards the living room.

"Fourth brother, what exactly can that machine do?"

"I don't know. My brother said he could help with the calculations. But after I finished typing all that stuff, nothing changed. Could I have made a mistake somewhere?"

The little girl recalled that thick notebook and suddenly felt a chill run down her spine.

Oh dear~~ If I made a mistake, I'd have to start all over again!

"Calculate it, is it something like 5+8?"

"Hmm, more or less. Have you finished your arithmetic?"

Jiang Dong shrank back, "(＞^w^＜) Meow!"

I hate arithmetic the most!

Looking back at the machine, Jiang Dong's little head seemed to be deep in thought, "Help me with math..."

After finishing her meal, Grandma put on her red armband, gave the two girls a few instructions, and then went out on patrol. Lately, there have been quite a few people coming to Beijing; mainly because they can't make ends meet back home and want to come here to earn a living.

Fortunately, a lot of grain was recently brought back from the north, and the neighborhood committee directly led these people to tidy up some of the collapsed and idle courtyards and resettle them.

We plan to discuss this further when spring arrives.

With a large population, security problems have arisen, and recently, the junior police officers at the local police station have been working themselves to the bone. As a result, the existing joint defense team under the street office has been further expanded.

Grandma Jiang, as one of the best among them, was always busy. Although it was not a good time to use guns in Beijing, her ability to swing iron nails still greatly shocked some ill-intentioned people.

For example, a group of people huddled together hurling insults at each other would often scatter like birds and beasts after Grandma threw out a few nails.

After seeing her grandmother out the door, Jiang Qiu carefully closed the door, told Jiang Dong to hurry up and do his homework, and then went to her own room.

I've been busy with my brother's computer lately, and I haven't had a chance to properly study my own books. Final exams are coming up soon, and it would be a bit embarrassing to get low scores.

Jiang Qiu decided to cram for the course.

Seeing that his sister had settled into studying, Jiang Dong secretly slipped into his brother's room with his own homework.

"Hehehe, you can help with math, right? Tell me quickly what 4 + 8 equals!" Jiang Dong peeked out and whispered to the screen.

The computer was silent; only a cursor flashed on the screen.

If Jiang Qiu were here, he would have noticed that there were two extra characters before the cursor: in.

Jiang Dong waited for a while but received no response. "Didn't you hear me?"

He climbed onto a stool and whispered to his sister as she typed, "What is 4 + 5?"

The surroundings were quiet, with only the faint hum of the power source.

"Broken machine! It's ignoring me!"

The little girl was unhappy and slapped her paw on the typewriter.

"Huh? Words appeared! Are you trying to talk to me using this block?"

The little guy seemed to have discovered a new continent, and then pressed a few characters to enter.

ERROR!

ERROR!

The screen slowly displayed this, and then the font library refreshed.

Cuowu!

Cuowu!

"C~u~o~ w~u," the little guy slowly spelled out, "What is '蹉五'?"

Never mind, let's just enter the numbers and see.

2 + 2 =

The cursor on the screen paused for a moment.

Then a long string of characters that the little guy couldn't understand appeared, scrolling like a waterfall. The display was very blurry, making the screen look like it was filled with snowflakes.

"Damn it, it's broken!"