After finishing his work in the kitchen in the cafeteria, Chen Fei left work carrying a fragrant boiled baguettes, a bag of grilled lamb chops and a salad. This was a perk of helping out in the kitchen, and at least he could save a fortune.
The food expenses are saved and earned. It is not a fat job, but it is still a good job.
I went back to the dormitory and left half of the bread sticks, grilled lamb chops and mixed salad. I put the other half into the basket and carried it all the way to the northwest corner of the air service base.
Now this place is surrounded by layers of standard containers. Walking along, it feels a bit like a maze.
When he came to a steel structure shack, he couldn't find the doorbell, so Chen Fei had to shout.
"Grandpa Barut, are you there?"
"Who is it? Oh, it's Xiao Chen, come in, the door is unlocked!"
There were several coughs in the room, and an old voice rang out.
The chief mechanic, who was cold on the outside and hot on the inside, had already said hello to Barut, the old Neanderthal man in charge of Target's low-temperature nuclear fusion energy tower. Now that Chen Fei found this place, the people in the room had been waiting for a long time.
Chen Fei pushed the door open and walked in. The first thing that came into view was a huge cylinder that was nearly four meters high and almost touched the ceiling of the shed. This big guy almost occupied his entire sight.
This is the Target low-temperature nuclear fusion energy tower that provides sufficient power guarantee for the entire 911 air service base.
The high-efficiency energy technology from the Third Age civilization uses deuterium (heavy hydrogen) and tritium (superheavy hydrogen) as fuel. It is non-radioactive, vibration-free, extremely safe and stable, and very reliable.
Even when it is running, it is still very quiet, and you can't even hear a sound.
Except for the flashing indicator lights and the display screen that updates the output power curve and other related data in real time, it is almost difficult to feel that it is undergoing an ultra-low temperature fusion reaction to continuously convert electrical energy.
"Ultra-low temperature" does not refer to how many degrees Celsius is below zero, but relatively speaking, the actual reaction temperature is still above zero degrees Celsius. Not to mention melting steel, there is still no problem in igniting paper.
This bizarre temperature naming is not a special case. For example, the "high temperature" of high-temperature superconductors is also not a real high temperature. It is still below zero degrees Celsius. The actual temperature is much colder than the freezer area of a household refrigerator.
It was not until the emergence of room-temperature superconducting materials that temperature naming returned to normal.
There is a round hood on the top of the steel structure shed, which is like a big bamboo hat and is slowly rotating to dissipate the excess heat released by the energy tower directly below.
However, some heat is still trapped inside the shed, making the temperature inside the room five to six degrees Celsius higher than outside.
The temperature difference between morning and evening in the Hindu Kush Mountains is huge. It can reach more than 20 degrees Celsius during the day, but it can drop directly to below zero at night.
If the roof hood is closed after nightfall, the waste heat generated by Target's low-temperature fusion energy tower is still enough to keep the entire shed as warm as spring, even making it impossible to wear a warm coat.
After looking away from Target's low-temperature nuclear fusion energy tower, Chen Fei was immediately shocked by the various green plants that almost filled the entire shed.
This place is simply a small garden, and it is also a greenhouse. The bright lights are like a small sun, illuminating the entire shed as if it were daytime.
The air is filled with the smell of ammonia, mixed with the unique fragrance of plants, but it is not too unpleasant.
The slightly drunken warmth rushed to his face. Chen Fei noticed the mechanical thermometer and hygrometer hanging nearby. The current temperature was 24 degrees Celsius and the humidity was 62%. Compared with the dry and cold outside, and the lush greenery in front of him, the environment here
Comparable to the Garden of Eden.
"Chirp!~"
The sleepy little bird hiding in Chen Fei's collar popped out, fluffed its feathers, looked around curiously, sizing up the place, suddenly fluttered its wings into the air, and landed among the flowers and grass, excitedly
Pecking here and there, chirping a few times from time to time, obviously treating this place as its own playground.
"Xiaojiu, stop flying around and come back!"
Chen Fei quickly scolded him, fearing that the bird would disturb the owner here.
The little bird heard the sound and flew back immediately, but it did not land on his shoulder as usual. It just jumped around on the branches and leaves of the nearby plants, feeling a little happy.
"It doesn't matter, the bird is free, the coat can be taken off and hung on the hanger."
Barut, an old Neanderthal man wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt, was watering the flowers and plants. After hearing the chirping of birds, a smile appeared on his face.
The arrival of Xiaojiu brought him an unexpected surprise.
The originally quiet shed suddenly became a little more lively after hearing the chirping of birds.
Barut's work here is more like a retired old man taking care of himself on a daily basis, spending almost all of his boring days guarding the energy tower on these plants.
"sorry for disturbance."
Chen Fei took off his thick work clothes obediently, hung it on the hanger, then raised the basket and gestured.
"Grandpa Barut, I brought some snacks to go with the wine."
After having a drink together last time, Chen Fei naturally knew what kind of gift he should bring when visiting this Neanderthal elder.
Bread, lamb chops and salad are more than enough to accompany the wine.
"Oh, you're really interested. Wait a minute, I'll get the wine."
Seeing the full basket, the old Neanderthal man nodded with a smile, put down the watering can in his hand, and walked to a corner of the shed.
When he came back, he had something in both hands, a glass bottle and two goblets in one hand, and a thick book in the other hand.
After leading Chen Fei to a round table, Barut put down the wine bottle, wine glass and book, and said: "I brewed my own blueberry wine, you can try it, and this one, I think you will need it."
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As he spoke, he tapped the cover of the book with his fingers, then uncorked the bottle, and poured the crystal clear liquor like amethyst into the two goblets.
Chen Fei picked up the book and glanced at the cover. It was a technical manual about Target's low-temperature nuclear fusion energy tower. It included the design principles, operating procedures and fault instructions of the energy tower.
The entire book is brand new and has almost never been read.
Low-temperature nuclear fusion technology originally came from the Neanderthal clan of the Third Age civilization. Barut was completely familiar with it. He could understand every button and every component of this energy tower with his eyes closed. He was even familiar with it.
Manufacturers beyond Blue Star have no use for this technical manual.
The 911 Air Base hired such an old Neanderthal man to look after the energy tower, not just because it was cheap.
After Barut poured the wine, he broke open a pair of disposable bamboo chopsticks, picked up a piece of grilled lamb chop, and chewed it without spitting out the bones.
Said: "This job is not difficult, it is very simple. Do the self-test procedure every day and pay attention to the output power curve regularly. You don't have to keep an eye on it. If there is any problem, it will send out a reminder and generate a fault report by itself. You don't need to
Repair it yourself, call for repair if there is a fault, and send a fault report at the same time. The energy tower will not explode. At most, it will only automatically stop the fusion reaction. Once it shuts down, there will be a mechanical part to reset the reaction plug-in, and the fusion fuel will not
It will leak."
I have to admire that this old guy's teeth are really good, and he can eat meat without spitting out bones.
"Chirp!~"
As if smelling the fruity aroma of blueberry wine, the little bird brought by Chen Fei flapped its wings and flew over, landing on the rim of the goblet in front of him, curiously looking at the purple wine inside.
"Go, go, you can't drink!"
Chen Fei had the experience of the last time when the little bird secretly drank coffee and made a strange chirping sound. He was not sure what kind of bad effects it would have, so he would never let the little bird drink something that should not be touched by the bird again.
He immediately waved his hand and shooed the little girl away from the goblet, still flipping through the Target low-temperature fusion energy tower technical manual in his hand.
Before this, he knew nothing about low-temperature nuclear fusion energy towers.
"Choo Choo Choo!"
The little Chiu fluttered its little wings and landed on the table, jumping up and down, ready to move but not giving up easily.
Balut looked at this little bird with black feathers and said in surprise: "It's actually a pure light bird!"
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