Reborn in 1985, starting from a machine factory

In the morning, after having breakfast.

Chen Fen was getting ready to go to school when she saw Chen Gang standing at the door with a smug look on his face.

The little girl was still angry. She turned her face away and said, "A good dog doesn't block the way."

"Chen Fen, you have such a foul mouth." As Chen Gang spoke, he pulled out a ten-yuan note.

"I found a ten-yuan note, but I don't know whose it is?"

Chen Fen turned her head and looked at the large unity sign.

"Look at you, I was just joking with you, why are you getting so worked up!"

"Take this to pay your tuition."

Even after Chen Fen got the money, she still felt very strange. She looked at it carefully twice before putting it in her pocket.

"Chen Gang, did the sun rise in the west today?"

"How rude." Chen Mo, who had just walked out of the house, tapped Chen Fen on the head: "Call me Big Brother."

"Ouch! Second brother, that's not fair, I have to give you a tap."

"Don't run!"

Chen Fen chased after Chen Mo.

The brother and sister quickly disappeared through the doorway.

Chen Gang touched the small bag in his arms. Actually, what Chen Mo said made some sense.

Therefore, Sun Dapao's business still needs to be done.

Factory workshop.

As soon as Chen Mo entered, the workers who had arrived earlier turned around at the same time and looked at him in surprise.

An engineering assistant is a level above a technician; they either work in the technical department in an office or somewhere else. What would they do in the workshop?

Foreman Song walked straight up to him and said, "Engineer Chen, are you here to give some guidance?"

"Squad Leader Song, don't joke around. I'm here to collect debts and lend a hand on the side," Chen Mo said.

"Collecting debts? You're the one who's in debt, not the other way around. So, when are you treating us?"

"No, Chief Song, my official notice hasn't come through yet, so theoretically my position is still registered with you, right?"

Foreman Song scratched his head: "Theoretically, yes, but the factory manager has already spoken, and you'll have to be transferred to a managerial position in a few days."

"Just stay here for the next few days." Chen Mo put his arm around Song Bantou's shoulder. "Look at me, I'm employed here, and I want to apply for night school. Shouldn't you give me a letter of recommendation?"

"You've already transferred to a regular job, why are you still taking the night school exam?" Headmaster Song looked puzzled.

"Hey, you're never too old to learn, Chief Song, your awareness is too low."

"A letter of recommendation, right? Okay, I'll write it this morning, and then have Director Li sign it." Foreman Song nodded in agreement.

"Aren't you supposed to be reporting to the technical department these next few days? Engineer Yang, tsk tsk, I don't really like you, do I?"

"Squad Leader Song, think about it. If I go to the technical department, wouldn't it be easier for you to recruit me later?"

"But to be honest, what exactly is Engineer Yang's identity?" Chen Mo asked in a low voice.

"You've come to the right person!" Foreman Song looked around. The morning meeting was over, and the workers had already gone to their respective workstations. There was no one around.

"The technical department has many sections. Our equipment maintenance and upkeep fall under the Equipment and Power section."

"This department has offices in these workshops. This office here belongs to Engineer Yang and his team."

"In our equipment and power department's workshop office, Engineer Yang is the most senior, and..." Foreman Song lowered his voice:

"I heard he has complicated connections and is intricately linked to those above him; he's the head of this office."

"Oh, he's the deputy section chief?" Chen Mo said.

"I haven't seen the announcement yet, but it's only a matter of time. It's just a matter of gaining experience."

"Alright, you can stay in the workshop for the next few days. You can go when the official notice comes out."

Foreman Song patted Chen Mo on the shoulder and then walked towards the production line.

Actually, Chen Mo didn't need to ask Foreman Song; he already knew Engineer Yang's attitude.

Anyone could see that when I fixed the equipment, it was like slapping the technical department in the face.

The others are fine; they have plenty of opportunities to cooperate and work things out. But Engineer Yang is the only one who can't.

The technical department is a behemoth; slapping it wouldn't even hurt.

But Engineer Yang was still lively and energetic, and the slap landed directly on his face.

Chen Mo felt a bit of a toothache. He figured he would most likely be assigned to the Equipment and Power Department, or even more likely, to Engineer Yang's office.

After all, it's a job that matches my major.

At that time, I'm afraid Engineer Yang will see me as an even bigger thorn in his side.

Unfortunately, I had nowhere to retreat at that time.

If you don't want to go to the Equipment and Power Department, you'll have to find another way.

In this era, speculation and profiteering are like an iron fence; if you want to cause trouble, you can only do so within the factory.

If you're out there causing trouble, the consequences could be unimaginable if you're not careful.

What should we do?

Chen Mo rubbed his temples. Beiyang Heavy Industry has tens of thousands of employees and dozens of workshops for different types of machinery. Most common equipment can be found here.

Chen Mo has conducted in-depth research, studied, and even produced many mechanical products produced in later generations.

But all those devices require coordination with other software and hardware; a standalone device is just a pile of scrap metal.

Chen Mo rubbed his hands together and breathed on his palms. The workshop was still a bit cold. He didn't usually feel it when he was working, but today, sitting on the side drawing, he could immediately tell that something was wrong.

Suddenly, Chen Mo stopped moving and turned to look at the workshop.

Different pieces of equipment complete each process in an orderly manner, while workers run up and down, maintaining their operation.

Yes, that's it!

A glint of light flashed in Chen Mo's eyes, and his pen finally found its direction: "Household Heating Circulation Pump"

It's very cold in Northeast China, especially in winter. Every year, some people get drunk, fall asleep on the street, and never wake up again.

Of course, nobody cares if someone sleeps on the street.

However, even at home, the heat from central heating is still far from enough.

If indoor water circulation could be accelerated, like workers running, the room temperature would definitely be more comfortable.

Chen Mo had seen this thing in the late 1980s; it wasn't cheap back then.

With a slight thought, Chen Mo casually crossed out the title.

Under the dual-regulation economic system, this kind of thing doesn't have much of a market.

However, looking at the future, this is an excellent entrepreneurial direction, and it would be a bit of a waste to use it to change a job now.

Chen Mo bit his pen, pondered for a moment, and wrote: "Manual Lever-Type 16-Hole Honeycomb Coal Machine".

Compared to a circulating pump, this honeycomb briquette machine is not as difficult to manufacture.

Moreover, it can be used in large canteens, small honeycomb briquette processing plants, and even in families with the means.

The coal distributed by the factory and the coal bought from outside are both in their raw state, large chunks like stones. Coal in this state cannot be used directly.

They need to be processed into coal briquettes before they can be used.

Every autumn, this is an extremely painful process, requiring all the able-bodied men in the family to work together to break up the coal, which is as hard as stone.

Then, mix it with loess in an 8:1 ratio, shape it by hand, and then use a mold to fix it.

Those few days, every household was covered in dust and dirt, and the only white thing on their bodies was their teeth.

Using this honeycomb briquette machine would make things much simpler.

All you need to do is mix the coal and loess, and with one step, smooth and neat coal balls will appear.

Chen Mo wrote down the details very quickly. He already knew the parameters by heart, such as the inclination angle of the feed hopper, the force-saving ratio of the pressure bar, and the draft angle of the forming mold.

He had finished writing the draft before leaving get off work.

Then, he blew the ink off the paper and dashed off towards the main building.

I also sent the "Common Faults and Simple Troubleshooting of Mechanical Watches (1)" that I had written last night to the mailroom.