Courtyard House: I Rely on Time-Space Trade to Build a Nation

Back in the lounge, the gun was placed on the table. Everyone sat around it, their eyes fixed on the gun.

"Comrade Ping An. This gun, you made it yourselves from start to finish?"

"Most of them are," Zhao Ping'an answered truthfully. "Gun barrels and some special steels still need to be imported through special channels."

But the receiver, bolt, and stock were all processed and assembled by our own workers.

"What about production?" someone asked the most crucial question.

Zhao Ping'an was prepared: "We currently have a pilot production workshop in Anshan with more than 30 skilled workers. This month, we produced 500 units on a trial basis, and all of them passed the tests."

"500 a month..." someone frowned. "That's too few. A regiment at the front needs more than 2,000."

"This is the current production output," Zhao Ping'an explained.

"Workers are being trained, and the equipment is being debugged. It is expected that monthly output will reach more than 5000 units in two months."

If everyone deems it necessary, we can immediately expand the production line and increase the scale of training. Two months later, producing 2 units per month should be no problem.

"2 pieces?" The group exchanged glances.

2 rifles a month, that's 24 a year. At the current size of the military, the entire force can be re-equipped in three years.

"Can the quality be guaranteed?"

"Every gun undergoes twenty tests before leaving the factory, including accuracy, durability, and extreme environment testing," Zhao Ping'an said.

"The acceptance standards we are currently implementing are 30% higher than the standards for active-duty rifles in the United States and the Red Empire."

The room fell silent again. Only the clock on the wall ticked.

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Night had completely fallen. Everyone else had left, leaving only the leader and Zhao Ping'an.

"Comrade Ping'an," the leader said, looking at the gun on the table, "do you know what this gun means?"

"I understand." Zhao Ping'an nodded.

"This means that our soldiers can suppress the enemy with two or even three times the firepower at the same distance."

This means stronger offensive capabilities and greater firepower density on defense.

"It's not just about tactics." The leader stood up and walked to the window.

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"This means that we have our own world-class small arms industry."

We no longer need to import; we can design, we can manufacture, and we can continuously improve.

He turned around: "Two months, 2 units per month. What kind of support do you need?"

"First and foremost, it's about the workers," Zhao Ping'an said.

"I need to select two thousand soldiers with basic education from the army for intensive training."

Secondly, there's the issue of space. The Anshan factory can't accommodate so many people right now, so it would be best to build another branch factory in Shenyang. Of course, I also think a branch factory should be built in Shijiazhuang, since I previously established a small arms factory here, with skilled workers as a foundation, which allows for rapid production.

And then there's... electricity. The current power supply can only support a production capacity of 500 units. To expand to 2 units, we need to wait until the power plant is completed and generating electricity.

If a branch factory is to be established in Shijiazhuang, a new power plant may also need to be built near Shijiazhuang.

"I'll approve it for you." The leader walked back to his desk, picked up a pen, and wrote a few lines on a sticky note. "Give us the manpower, give us the land. As for the electricity... by the way, when will your ultra-supercritical power plant be able to generate electricity?"

"The first generating unit can be connected to the grid by the end of June," Zhao Ping'an said. "After trial operation and power generation, the power supply in Anshan area can be increased fivefold."

"Okay." The leader handed the order to Zhao Ping'an.

"This is my warrant. Take this directly to whichever department you need to coordinate with. If you encounter any problems you can't resolve, just call my office."

Zhao Ping'an took it. The paper was thin, but it felt heavy in his hand.

"There's one more thing," the leader said, looking at him.

"This rifle can be mass-produced. What about machine guns? Submachine guns? Artillery? Tanks? I know you have a plan, to take it one step at a time. But you must remember—"

The leader's voice was soft, but every word struck Zhao Ping'an's heart:

"This country can't wait, the front lines can't wait, and those comrades who sacrificed their lives... can't wait any longer."

"Yes, I understand, but I have another plan that I would like to report to you, and I hope you will give me your support..." Zhao Ping'an said, revealing another plan in his mind.

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It was already 9 p.m. when I left.

Zhao Ping'an sat in the car on his way back to the guesthouse, leaving the Type 56 semi-automatic rifle with Engineer Zhou.

Zhao Ping'an thought about the efforts he had made over the past month.

The steel mills in Anshan, the power plants in Fushun, the mines in Benxi, the machine tool factories in Shenyang... and the rifles that are about to be mass-produced.

Everything is moving in the same direction. Although I reported part of the plan today and received Zhou's support,

But the full picture of his plan is currently known only to himself, as it would be too shocking to reveal now.

That battle was incredibly important. After all, the battle that followed a little over a year later, a 1 vs. 17 fight, showcased the might of the Republic and can be considered a founding war.

Now all I can do is try to speed things up again...

The driver glanced at him in the rearview mirror: "Commander, shall we go straight back to the guesthouse?"

"No," Zhao Ping'an said, "Go to the train station. Go back to Shenyang."

"Now?" The driver was taken aback. "Aren't you going to rest for the night?"

"I've rested enough." Zhao Ping'an looked at the street scenes rushing past the window. "I can sleep in the car."

The jeep turned around and headed towards Xizhimen Railway Station.

An extra carriage was added to the train, and Zhao Ping'an boarded with his guard platoon. Although Zhao Ping'an's current rank was still far from that of a special train, at least he now had a dedicated carriage.

Lean back in your seat and close your eyes.

Zhao Ping'an had already visualized the planning map of the new factory area in Shenyang:

The workshop includes a stamping workshop, a machining workshop, a heat treatment workshop, an assembly workshop, a testing range, and supporting facilities such as workers' dormitories, a canteen, and a training school.

Two months, 2 units produced per month. This is a promise, but more importantly, it is a task that must be accomplished.

He recalled the leader's last words: This country cannot afford to wait.

Yes, we can't afford to wait. So we can't stop, not even for a moment.

Now that the military industry should be gradually strengthening, it's time to prepare the other leg – food supplies.

It's early April now, and spring plowing is just around the corner in Northeast China. The plan I just reported to Engineer Zhou has been approved, so it's time to get started!