Back to the 80s Machinery Factory

Chapter 434 What's so special about the six o'clock sun?!
Zhang Nan, an engineering student,

What I usually see are instruments, equipment, and blueprints, as well as busy teachers and students who spend all their time in the lab except for eating, sleeping, and attending classes.

I have very little interaction with people.

Suddenly tonight I'm sleeping in a strange place, listening to a group of warm-hearted people affirming and praising me.

Zhang Nan lay on the hard bed, feeling a soft, warm feeling in her heart.

in the dark,
A sharp, keen, and piercing glint flashed in Tan Rensong's eyes!
It works!!

Ever since he praised Zhang Nan, this kid has been frozen in place, lying motionless on the bed.

The creaking sound finally stopped.

Tan Rensong decided to keep up the good work!
"Xiao Zhang is not only good at drawing, but also very hardworking. He doesn't mind getting dirty or tired."

"There was no room in the processing plant, so Xiao Zhang was hunched over the machine tool drawing blueprints. His focus was truly remarkable!"

Inhale…

Zhang Nan's eyes sparkled, his face flushed, as he lay on the bed listening intently to the praise and compliments from his older brothers.

How beautiful!
What beautiful Chinese!
Gradually, Zhang Nan slowly yawned.

Although he would occasionally have to say a few humble words in between.

But he was really too tired today.

Not only did I take a bus to the repair shop early in the morning, but I also rode a bicycle to the processing plant, where I spent the whole night drawing blueprints. My legs were numb from squatting, and I still had to rush back on my bicycle.

at last,

In a beautiful yet unfamiliar environment,

Zhang Nan's eyelids drooped, and her neck tilted to the side.

He fell into a deep sleep on the spot.

call……

The world is quiet.

Tan Rensong achieved his goal and slowly exhaled.

sleep!

……

Because of school,
The next morning, before five o'clock, Chen Luyang got up quietly and gently woke Zhang Nan from her sleep.

Even though the two of them tried to keep their voices down, they still woke up Director Lu.

In a daze, Director Lu gave a single instruction:
"Be careful, be careful when crossing the road, don't get scratched by a car."

"Don't talk about me, you should smoke less too." Chen Luyang bent down and tucked the corner of the blanket that had fallen to the ground into Director Lu's hands.

How old are you to still kick off the blanket?

"Uncle Lu, I'm leaving. You can continue sleeping."

"Ah."

……

Leaving the repair shop,
The icy air pierced through the coat and seeped into the skin.

That immediately cheered Zhang Nan up.

"This is really suffering."

Zhang Nan was both sleepy and cold, and couldn't help but wrap her coat tighter around herself.

"It's quite tough, but you'll get used to it." Chen Luyang rubbed her hands and stomped her feet to warm herself up quickly.

"Do you go back to school at this time every Monday?" Zhang Nan asked.

"Basically, I guess," Chen Luyang replied.

"If I can't get back in time tonight, I'll just have to get up early the next morning."

Zhang Nan looked at Chen Luyang with some admiration.

I spend almost all of my time drawing every day.

However, Chen Luyang not only had to study, but also had to take charge of the repair shop's work.

They had to contact factories, provide samples to the laboratory, and keep a close eye on the blueprints.

It's really not easy.

"Xiao Chen, you're amazing." Zhang Nan said from the bottom of her heart.

unfortunately,

His heartfelt words sounded like mutual flattery and praise to Chen Luyang.

Last night, a group of them coaxed Zhang Nan to sleep, talking to her like they were soothing a child.

It's only natural for Zhang Nan to reciprocate with a few compliments today.

"It's nothing special. While you're young and can still take risks, just do it!"

Chen Luyang looked nonchalant.

……

Sunlight shines on the beautiful campus.

Chen Luyang and her students entered the classroom to prepare for class.

A group of "frontline fighters," carrying their schoolbags, walked out of the campus with youthful vigor and high spirits.

Zhang Nan followed behind Lin Qiming and the others, looking completely bewildered.

"...No, are we still going today?"

"Yes! Of course I'm going."

Lin Qiming and his friends stood in front of the bus stop, each of them carrying a bag full of dry food.

"You weren't here yesterday, so you wouldn't know how many good things are in the repair shop! Teacher Zhang has already agreed to let us continue with the on-site data recording today."

Zhang Nan: ...

Then what am I supposed to do back here?! ...

What are you doing?!
What's so special about the darkness I saw at 5 a.m. and the sunrise at 6 a.m.?!

Is this considered exercise?!
He originally planned to go to the lab to continue drawing after breakfast.

Before he could even get to the cafeteria, Lin Qiming grabbed him with his big arm and told him to buy a few extra steamed buns from the school cafeteria in the morning, as he was going out to do project research during the day.

Zhang Nan obediently bought a few more steamed buns.

When he got to the bus stop, he realized that everyone was actually going back to school today!

He felt utterly hopeless and let out a heavy sigh.

Zhang Nan followed Lin Qiming and the others onto the westbound bus.

"Where's Teacher Zhang? Is he coming?"

"He's not coming. The teacher said he has to go to the research institute today to see if he can bring back some samples of the project."

Lin Qiming answered.

Zhang Nan frowned and thought for a moment: "Does Xiao Chen know we're going to the repair shop today?"

Lin Qiming said, "Xiao Chen said yesterday that we can go anytime if we need to. I told Yu Xia to let him know if she sees Chen Luyang during the day."

When he said this, Lin Qiming's tone was noticeably hesitant.

Just like Chen Luyang's desire to tie them down and have Zhang Diancai and Zhang Nan draw up blueprints for him.

The students in the research group were more eager to tie Chen Luyang down and obtain a continuous stream of experimental samples.

Although Chen Luyang said they were welcome to come anytime, it was just a casual remark, and no one knew whether it was true or not.

Let's just take it as fact for now.
When a group of people arrived at the repair shop in a great commotion.

Three experienced mechanics were repairing cars, Li He was sweeping the floor, Sun Hongjun was preparing lunch, and Jiao Long was helping Zuo Zhuo organize files.

At the main gate,
Director Lu was pruning the flowers with scissors when a pretty young woman stood beside him with her hands behind her back, chatting and laughing with him.

"Director Lu, we're bothering you again."

Lin Qiming put on an extremely enthusiastic demeanor and led a group of people over.

ah?!
Director Lu paused with his scissors, a brief look of surprise flashing in his eyes.

The students in front of me had various items on their shoulders: some carried measuring tapes and sketchbooks, others had calipers, verniers, and dial indicators tucked under their arms, and still others were carrying large bags of drawing paper and set squares in pairs. They had practically brought all their tools for making a living.

hiss……!
When Director Chen left, he didn't tell them to come over!

However, Director Lu happily put down the scissors and said cheerfully, "Welcome, welcome!"

"Thank you, Director Lu."

Lin Qiming knew this wasn't the time to worry about saving face: "Then we'll take our leave."

The group entered the factory, and when they saw Zhang Nan, Director Lu asked in surprise:

"Xiao Zhang, why are you back again?" Zhang Nan was so embarrassed that she didn't know how to answer. She just said a few words and came back with them.

Director Lu was amused.

"What a mess. If I had known, why would I have gone back? I could have just waited for them here."

"Xiao Lin, what do you think is the best way for us to cooperate with you?"

Lin Qiming quickly said, "Director Lu, you don't need to worry about us. We've got everything ready; we'll just do the data processing in the scrap yard in the backyard."

Saying,

Lin Qiming also added, "Rest assured, we will absolutely, absolutely, absolutely not affect your normal work."

They had already scouted the location when they arrived yesterday.

The repair shop's work area and waste disposal area are two separate areas.

They've settled in the waste area today, focusing on maintaining a peaceful coexistence.

Director Lu chuckled: "Let's not talk about these two languages."

“Yesterday, our Director Chen had us clean up several rooms on the second floor, preparing a rest room and a studio specifically for you.”

"And our studio?" Lin Qiming and the others stared wide-eyed.

"Of course! Our Director Chen specifically instructed us to do so."

Director Lu began to spare no effort in portraying Chen Luyang's personal image.

"Come on, I'll take you to the junkyard."

"Thank you, Director Lu."

……

Seeing the eight people enter, Sun Hongjun, who was peeling potatoes, silently broke down.

He looked at the washed vegetables and then at the cut meat.

Let's look at the number of people in the additional repair shop.
With a heavy heart, I grabbed another handful of scallions and started picking them off one by one...

……

In the scrap yard
Although Lin Qiming and his group had already toured the repair shop yesterday,

But when I saw the rows of disassembled shock absorber struts, torsion bars, broken connecting rods, and several half-sections of rusted car axles in front of me,
Everyone's eyes widened involuntarily.

“…This is way too big,” a girl couldn’t help but mutter.

"Were we too optimistic yesterday?" a boy behind me muttered quietly.

"Don't panic." Lin Qiming clapped his hands.

"As we discussed yesterday, let's divide into groups: one group for axial displacement measurement, one group for fracture surface mapping, and one group for connecting rod wear. Let's begin!"

The students took their places and, without saying another word, began working in silence.

The weather is not cold.

But when the wind blows, the smell of rust and engine oil mix together and hits you.

The students squatted among piles of scrap parts, measuring dimensions, taking photos, recording data, and drawing diagrams, working up a sweat.

Director Lu also specially boiled water for the children so that they could have a sip of hot water while they worked.

In the kitchen

Sun Hongjun was busy with pots and pans; as soon as the food in the pot heated up, the aroma filled the entire yard.

His cooking skills improved dramatically within a month; even his stir-fried eggs with scallions tasted like those in a restaurant.

"Xiao Lin, Xiao Zhang, stop working for now, it's already noon, come and eat."

Director Lu shouted for help.

Lin Qiming turned around and smiled, "Uncle Lu, we brought steamed buns from the cafeteria this morning, so we won't trouble you."

"Oh dear!" Director Lu waved his hand.

"The steamed buns from this morning are completely cold now, how can you still eat them?"

“We’ve already prepared the meal. Now that you’re here, you’re family. How can we let the whole family eat cold buns?”

At this moment, Zhang Guoqiang also walked over from the other end of the workshop, holding a wrench in his hand:
"Why aren't you eating yet? The food will get cold."

Just as Lin Qiming was about to refuse, he heard a crisp "click".
A dial indicator magnet mounted on a shock-absorbing housing suddenly came loose. If the boy next to him hadn't reacted quickly, the instrument would have hit his feet.

"Holy crap, why isn't this iron magnetic?" The boy broke out in a cold sweat and quickly hugged the instrument tightly.

"The rust on the cast iron is too thick, the magnet won't stick... What should we do?" a girl next to me said in frustration.

From the very beginning, they had been trying to mount the dial indicator on the shock-absorbing housing.

But nothing I did worked.

Zhang Guoqiang asked, puzzled, "What are you trying to do?"

"We want to measure the axial offset of this housing," the boy replied.

"We found that two or three of these used parts had a high eccentricity, which may be due to structural deformation caused by uneven support after long-term use. So we wanted to use a dial indicator to measure it, rotating it from the center point to different positions on the edge, to see if the fluctuation was regular."

"But the percentage meter just won't stay on; it falls off as soon as you move it," another student added with a pained expression.

Seeing the confused looks on the students' faces, Zhang Guoqiang said helplessly:

"It's not a steel table; it's covered in rust. You can't use a magnet to fix it."

The students looked at each other, at a loss for what to do.

"Then... what should we do?" the boy asked somewhat awkwardly.

"Wait here!" Zhang Guoqiang turned and went into the workshop.

A few minutes later, he came out carrying a small vise and several old steel pads with their edges smoothed out.

"This thing is simple, but it works well."

As he spoke, Zhang Guoqiang handed the clamps to several students.

"Put the dial indicator on the vise, then add rubber support points. Once the instrument is stable, it will work."

"This is called the 'transfer method.' Without standard tools, you have to build the bridge yourself. If you can't measure accurately, it's a technical problem; if you can't measure at all, it's an experience problem."

"You can do that? Is that even possible?" Lin Qiming and the others stared wide-eyed.

"Put it aside for now, whether it works or not," Zhang Guoqiang waved his hand.

"Go eat quickly. We'll work on it after we eat. If you don't eat, I won't let you adjust the vise."

"Yep!"

Director Lu chuckled and chimed in, "Let's eat first. Everyone's waiting for you."

Lin Qiming and the others looked at each other, their faces showing a bit of embarrassment.

"We all brought steamed buns..."

The female student was shy and embarrassed to eat, stubbornly clinging to her last bit of pride.

"That's perfect!" Director Lu chuckled.

"Bring out the steamed buns, let us taste what Peking University's steamed buns taste like! Let's eat together."

After finishing speaking, Director Lu decisively led the group into the house, joking as he did so:

"Don't be so coy, we don't do that here."

After everyone sat down, Sun Hongjun had already brought out the dishes.

The aroma was irresistible as soon as it was placed on the table.

The stir-fried cabbage was infused with minced garlic, and the braised pork ribs were soaked up all the broth, leaving the meat tender and glossy. The stir-fried chives and eggs were golden and emerald green, their colors vibrant and inviting.

At first, the students were reserved, moving their chopsticks cautiously, but after a few bites, they couldn't hold back anymore.

This food is so delicious!

There's so much meat!

It's so much better than the food in the cafeteria!

At first, Lin Qiming and the others were a little reserved, but they couldn't resist Sun Hongjun's excellent cooking skills.

The young people ate with their chopsticks, one bite at a time, and the food got warm as they ate.

"Brother Hongjun, your cooking smells amazing!"

One of the boys couldn't help but praise him.

Sun Hongjun listened with a smile, but felt even more bittersweet inside.

You call me "brother"... I'm not even that old.

ε=(ο｀*)))Alas

Let's just consider it a status symbol in the martial arts world!

(End of this chapter)