Reborn in 1985, starting from a machine factory

Chen Mo opened his eyes in the early morning.

He was wrapped in a thick blanket, but he still felt very cold.

He deliberately stuck his hand out from under the covers, and after a while, he turned around and touched his forehead with the back of his hand.

It's burning hot to the touch!

Bad stuff!

I have a fever!

Chen Mo stuck his head out and shook it gently. His head was completely foggy, and shaking it gave him a headache.

Sure enough, it was a fever!

Although I didn't drink that bottle of wine last night, there's no way to avoid this cold wind.

Sniffing, Chen Mo grabbed the clothes from the bedside.

These few days cannot be wasted; the gantry milling machine is hanging there, and this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

After going downstairs, Chen Mo grabbed a steamed bun and headed towards the factory area.

Most of the villagers from Jianshe Village make a living at the Beiyang Machinery Factory. Bicycles line the road, one after another, and a few familiar faces greet Chen Mo.

When Chen Mo arrived at the factory, it was already 7:50. The atmosphere in the entire workshop was eerily quiet.

Foreman Song stood to one side early, as did several of his fellow workers who had arrived early, all looking at the gantry milling machine in front of them.

The original gantry milling machine was dismantled into pieces, and several engineers sat haphazardly among the piles of parts, their work clothes covered in machine oil.

Upon noticing the arrival of Foreman Song and Chen Mo, Engineer Yang glared at them resentfully.

Having grown accustomed to a life of luxury, I stayed up all night thanks to these two.

Unfortunately, after working all night, they couldn't even find out where the problem was, let alone fix the equipment.

This is Soviet equipment, but it's an old relic from the 1960s. There's not much that can break down here.

"Bang!"

The large clock on the upper floor of the workshop chimed, signaling the start of the workday.

Foreman Song didn't step forward. He turned around and looked at the dozen or so workers in front of him: "The equipment can be stopped, but our political awareness cannot be stopped. Everyone, follow me and learn from Lei Feng's spirit."

"The first rule..."

Chen Mo mingled in the crowd. In this era, we are learning all the time, especially in March, which is the month to learn from Lei Feng.

Learning from and emulating the spirit of Lei Feng is something every worker in the new era must master.

Suddenly, the clattering sound of leather shoes rang out.

When Foreman Song paused, the dozen or so workers suddenly fell silent.

The eerie silence made Engineer Yang unconsciously raise his head.

Secretary Liu, dressed in a neat Zhongshan suit and carrying documents, appeared at the workshop entrance.

He approached Squad Leader Song and said, "Squad Leader Song is commendable for organizing the study of Lei Feng's spirit in his spare time."

Squad Leader Song's expression instantly relaxed: "Learn from Lei Feng, a good example!"

Secretary Liu nodded, then approached the gantry milling machine and looked directly at Engineer Yang, who was sitting amidst the pile of parts: "Engineer Yang, how's the equipment?"

"Secretary Liu, I'm fixing it. I've been working on it all night!" Engineer Yang's eyes were bloodshot, and his voice was hoarse.

"Thank you for your help, Mr. Yang. The factory manager asked me to ask around and see if you can fix it by now?"

"I..." Yang's words were stuck in his throat.

"Secretary Liu, you need to talk to the factory manager. The workshop broke the equipment, and then you ignored it and just kept urging us to repair it. What kind of nonsense is that?"

"Ah, they broke the equipment so they could just sit back and pretend to be Lei Feng and do a sloppy job."

"We've worked all night, covered in engine oil, and we don't even get a penny in return?" Engineer Yang's voice grew louder and louder.

"You say learning from Lei Feng's spirit is just a charade?" Secretary Liu's face suddenly darkened.

"No, no, no!"

That chilling gaze sent a shiver down Yang's spine: "I said, we can definitely fix this equipment today!"

"No, no later than noon today!" Secretary Liu said. "That way I can report to the factory manager. I can only help Engineer Yang delay for this long in the morning."

"Secretary Liu, please put in a good word for us. We brothers have indeed worked very hard. This equipment is not as simple as it seems," Engineer Yang hurriedly said.

Secretary Liu didn't answer. He resumed his slight smile, adjusted his glasses, and said, "Engineer Yang, we agreed on noon. Would you like to go see the factory manager now?"

"I..." Engineer Yang looked at the other two, and they immediately lowered their heads when they met his gaze.

"We will do our best!" Engineer Yang said in a low voice.

"The factory manager is new; he values ​​results above all else. I'll trouble Engineer Yang!"

After giving this instruction, Secretary Liu turned and walked out of the workshop.

Chen Mo could see the gantry milling machine, and Secretary Liu and Engineer Yang didn't hide from anyone, so he could hear everything they said.

Everything is just right!

Now we're not afraid of Yang making trouble, we're afraid he won't make trouble at all.

The factory manager is new, and he has already missed the deadline for an important project as soon as he took office. Even a factory manager has to weigh the consequences.

Therefore, the factory manager would certainly not let this matter go easily.

Next, all you need to do is study Lei Feng's spirit diligently, and then it will be fine this afternoon.

Everything was at the right time.

These office workers have been out of touch with equipment and workshops for too long, so they can't be relied on at all.

The canteen served meals in fixed quantities and at fixed times. After lunch, ordinary workers would gather in twos and threes, some to rest and others to play cards.

But today is different; today is March 6th, which is also the Lantern Festival.

After lunch, all the workers lined up neatly at the workshop entrance.

Several days ago, someone spread the word that unlike the usual Lantern Festival, this year the factory has been making money, and each person will be guaranteed at least two catties of glutinous rice balls, plus pork.

Some well-informed people even said they would give out a bag of candy.

Even Chen Mo was very tempted. Chen Fen hadn't eaten candy in a long time. It wasn't easy for her family to get candy, and they had to save it for visiting relatives.

As for eating meat, that's even more difficult. Except for the first and twelfth lunar months, it's common to go a month without meat.

As soon as the logistics staff arrived, the people in front immediately stood on tiptoe and tried to see into the vehicle.

meat!

It has meat!

And sugar!

The whispered news spread among the workers almost instantly.

The entire group of workers instantly burst into energy, with the foremen at the front stepping forward to assist the logistics department in separating the gifts.

Song Bantou was the same, his eyes crinkling with laughter.

Before long, dozens of workers' gifts were piled up densely.

They were all packaged in red and white striped plastic bags, and you could vaguely make out what was inside.

Looking at the crowd before him, Song, the squad leader, raised his voice and said, "Comrades, those whose names I call, please come up and receive your Lantern Festival gifts."

"This year, everyone in the factory will receive..." Foreman Song held up two fingers: "Two jin of glutinous rice balls!"

Sesame and brown sugar filling.

"call!"

Some people cheered.

Song, the squad leader, lowered his palm to signal for quiet.

Then, he held up two fingers again: "Pork!"

He paused slightly: "Two jin too!"

"Clap clap clap!"

Several workers around Chen Mo clapped their hands vigorously, their faces full of excitement.

Foreman Song gestured downwards with his hand: "Also, one packet of sugar per person, one pound, white sugar!"

"White sugar, not brown sugar!"

Chen Mo couldn't help but applaud. White sugar is different from brown sugar; it's sweeter and much more precious.

There are no tickets, and you can't buy one even if you have the money.

"Chen Mo!"

Suddenly, Chen Mo heard his own name called. He subconsciously looked up and saw Song, the squad leader in front of him.

"What are you standing there for? Come and collect your gift!" Foreman Song said impatiently. "Don't pick the fat ones, just take whichever bag you want."

Chen Mo stepped forward, picked up the heavy bag of gifts, and a smile unconsciously appeared on his face.