Live Stream 1980: Netizens Teach Me How to Make a Rocket by Hand

Despite the changing international situation, the launch schedule of the Red Star 2 rocket was not affected.

After the core module arrived at the base, it was quickly transferred to the existing bungalow testing workshop.

The workshop is small, and the ceiling height is also limited.

Several core stage sections lay quietly on the assembly stand, with densely packed pipelines and instruments surrounding the rocket body, undergoing horizontal testing and individual assembly in sequence.

There was no roar of heavy machinery in the workshop; instead, there was an extremely quiet yet tense atmosphere.

The scene was quite peculiar.

In many positions, the people standing next to the arrow body, operating torque wrenches and multimeters, are young men in their early twenties.

Meanwhile, the weathered, eighth-grade workers and veteran technicians all stood with their hands behind their backs, about half a meter behind their apprentices, staring intently at them.

As long as the apprentice's actions don't cross the line, even if the master craftsmen are anxiously wringing their hands, they will never step in to help.

Old Zhao, a political cadre who had just come down from the ministry to coordinate work, was somewhat puzzled by this scene.

He lowered his voice and asked Lin Xi, who was accompanying him:

"Mr. Lin, with such a tight schedule, why are you letting all these greenhorns do the work?"

"If the experienced worker just stands by and watches, won't the efficiency be even slower?"

Lin Xi explained softly:

"Director Zhao, this is a rule passed down in our aerospace system."

"No matter how well you memorize the blueprints, it's not as good as tightening a few bolts yourself."

"Let the apprentices practice, and the master will supervise. As long as no fatal mistakes are made, the master will not interfere."

"This forces them to memorize the weight of the wrench in their hands, and also cultivates their feel for materials."

He paused, his tone very serious:

"Only under immense pressure can a sense of awe be cultivated in rockets."

"These young people will have to take on important responsibilities sooner or later."

"For their sake, we can wait these few days."

In my mind, the live stream chat messages flashed by rapidly.

This is true mentorship. If the master doesn't let go, the apprentice will always be an apprentice.

Nowadays, college graduates are often left to fend for themselves in offices; they don't receive one-on-one mentorship. Such opportunities are incredibly valuable.

The national team's strength lies here; a talent pipeline isn't built on slogans.

Lin Xi looked at the comments but didn't say anything.

At that moment, a hoarse roar suddenly erupted from the fuel pipeline test area ahead.

"Where did you put your things?!"

The sound was like two rusty iron pieces rubbing together violently, harsh and distorted.

Lin Xi turned her head and saw that the one who spoke was Lei Jianguo, a master of general assembly skills.

Old Lei is in his fifties this year.

In the sweltering summer heat, while others rolled up their sleeves, he wore long-sleeved work clothes with the collar and cuffs buttoned up tightly.

The one who got scolded was Peng Yu, a college graduate from a prestigious university who had just been assigned to the workshop.

Xiao Peng was originally holding a large torque wrench weighing five or six kilograms in both hands, calibrating the flange of a section of high-pressure transmission pipeline.

Because Lao Lei was watching him so closely from behind, Xiao Peng's forehead was covered in sweat.

His hand trembled, and he subconsciously wanted to catch his breath, so he casually placed the heavy steel wrench on a thumb-thick aluminum alloy measuring tube next to him.

The aluminum tube is suspended in the air without any support in the middle.

In that instant, Lao Lei's eyes turned red.

He lunged forward, ignoring the hundreds of people around him, and grabbed Xiao Peng by the back of his collar.

With his other hand, he grabbed his ear and forcefully dragged him away from the control panel.

"pain!"

"Master! It hurts!"

Xiao Peng staggered backward, covering his ears and shouting.

Old Lei gently placed the wrench back on the tool cart, pointed to the slightly swaying thin aluminum alloy tube, and his hoarse voice echoed in the large workshop:

"What kind of pipe is that?"

"That's a liquid oxygen differential pressure measuring tube!"

"The pipe wall is only 0.3 millimeters thick!"

"If you put a heavy iron block weighing several kilograms on it, the pipe wall will deform under the force and develop micro-cracks."

"Two hundred atmospheres of pressure would rush in during launch, and the tube would explode on the spot!"

Xiao Peng's face turned bright red.

He felt wronged and couldn't help but whisper his defense:

"Master, I just casually placed it on top, I didn't press down hard..."

"smoothly?"

"Is there anything you can easily do in space?"

Old Lei showed no mercy, spitting all over Little Peng's face:

"Is this how you're taught to do things in university?"

"Putting tools on precision tubing? Are you out of your mind?!"

"Get down there and write a 10,000-word self-criticism. If it's not profound, don't ever touch a wrench again!"

Xiao Peng was so scolded that he couldn't lift his head, and his eyes were red.

He was a chosen one, always praised from childhood, and had never been publicly reprimanded like this before.

He gritted his teeth, tears welling in his eyes, turned and left the control area, muttering to himself:

"It's just a simple repair, it's not really broken, you're being too demanding."

The other newly assigned people around them looked at each other and exchanged glances.

It was obvious that they also felt that Lao Lei was being too strict.

He was ruthless to the point of being inhumane.

Lu Guoliang walked up to Lin Xi at some point.

The two watched Xiao Peng run away, then looked at Lao Lei, who was standing there panting heavily and staring intently at the pipeline.

"Seeing Lao Lei get so angry, don't you think he's being a bit too harsh?"

Lu Guoliang asked Lin Xi softly.

Lin Xi shook her head:

"When it comes to quality issues, you can never be too strict."

"It's just that young people are shy and might not be able to understand."

Lu Guoliang sighed and put his hands behind his back:

"Let's go, it's almost noon, let's go to the cafeteria."