Countercurrent 1982

Chapter 12 Technological Innovation

Until about five in the morning, the noise of the machine tools in the workshop was much less. By this time, many night shift workers had gradually slowed down their work, either finding a corner to smoke and chat, or doing their own private work, little hammer. , dumbbells, and various gadgets.

And the monitor of the night shift basically didn't wander around the workshop at this time, as if he had formed a tacit understanding with the workers.

As the saying goes, rely on the mountain to eat the mountain, and rely on the factory to eat the factory.

The factory leaders are also well aware of the fact that workshop workers do private work during working hours.

In fact, not only workers, many leaders also often find skilled workers to help them make some household items.

But there is a principle here, that is, these private jobs can only be processed with the scraps and leftovers of the workshop, and the large items cannot be brought to the factory door, so as long as it does not affect the work too much, the factory leaders will do nothing. With one eye closed, no one cares.

And this gave Duan Yun an opportunity to DIY parts.

Han Zhong stopped and left his work station at about four o'clock. He squatted in an unoccupied corner of the workshop with his large glass canned tea cup and took a break for tea.

The old man is a very thoughtful person. He processes more than 40 parts a day. He feels that he is worthy of his salary and quits the job. Other apprentices in the workshop earn less than regular workers, and regular workers are not afraid of being fired. So after only working for a few hours, I found a place where no one was around, smoked secretly and went to sleep.

Besides, these young people in the factory have to save some energy to go home after get off work to make furniture. At the end of last year, it was reported that the factory will be divided into houses this year, so '48 legs' must be prepared in advance.

Seeing that there was no one around, Duan Yun became more daring, took out the screwdriver and other tools from the toolbox, and planned to take apart the casing and study it.

Duan Yun is actually very familiar with the internal structure principles of ordinary cars, but this is the first time Duan Yun has seen this kind of old lathe from the 50s, so he needs to open the shell to understand.

Using a screwdriver to unscrew the casing under the operating table of this old-fashioned lathe, a set of greasy and dark transmission gears were exposed.

Similar to what Duan Yun imagined, the structure of this old-fashioned SL lathe is simpler than that of the domestic 80s lathe, but the wool is thick and heavy, and the materials are very thick, so it can still be used normally until now.

He took out a notebook for recording workpieces from the toolbox. On the last page, Duan Yun roughly drew a simple diagram of the gear box and the circuit. After measuring some data with a vernier caliper, he tore off the drawing and folded it. , put it in the pocket.

At this time, Duan Yun actually already had a rough plan for improvement, but before that, he still needed to draw a complete set of drawings, and the size of the workpiece should also be designed accurately.

Retrofitting a lathe is not an easy task. Even a doctor of electromechanics like Duan Yun needs repeated research to make this kind of technical improvement. After all, this lathe is an asset of a state-owned enterprise. Once the machine is damaged and scrapped, the consequences will be very serious. of.

After all this was done, after the lathe was re-installed, the sky was already bright, and it was time to get off work.

The workers on the night shift returned to the lathes one after another. In the morning, when the leader arrives and the next group of workers arrives, they must still behave.

At this time, Duan Yun's master Han Zhong also walked back with his own teacup. After looking at Duan Yun, he started the lathe again.

At 07:30 in the morning, Wang Qiang, the workshop director, arrived at the workshop half an hour earlier. After meeting with the third squad leader and chatting for a few words, he went straight to Han Zhong's lathe.

"Morning Master Han!" Wang Qiang greeted Han Zhong with a smile on his face. It could be seen that he still respected Han Zhong.

"Xiao Wang, come to my house to drink two cups this Sunday. The day before yesterday, your mother-in-law sent bacon from the hometown. When you stir-fry this stuff with chili peppers, the taste will be eaten." Han Zhong said with a smile.

"Definitely!" Wang Qiang's eyes lit up when he heard the words, and he responded repeatedly.

Duan Yun, who was on the side, couldn't help but pouted when he saw this scene. He could see that his master, Han Zhong, was an old fritter, and he was good at getting along with the leaders.

In fact, this is also normal. The factory is so large, and many workers and leaders are related to each other. Everyone has a time when they can use others.

This also reminded Duan Yun. If he wants to make a technical transformation in this workshop, he needs others to help him process parts or something, and he must have his own friends and relationships.

"This kid... how did he behave last night?" Wang Qiang pointed at Duan Yun and asked Han Zhong.

"It's alright, I'm quite diligent and capable. As for the technical aspects, take your time." Han Zhong said.

"Yeah." Wang Qiang nodded with satisfaction, but he ignored Duan Yun, and after waving his hands with Han Zhong, he turned and left.

Seeing this scene, Duan Yun couldn't help feeling warm. Although this Han Zhong seemed to ignore him, he was not a villain who gossips behind his back. To be an apprentice under such a person, at least Don't be embarrassed...

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After returning home from get off work, Duan Yun saw at a glance the breakfast his mother left him at the dinner table, opened the lid of the pot, and Duan Yun saw two peeled boiled eggs, porridge and steamed buns inside.

Although Duan Yun's family is difficult, it is not a problem to eat enough, but the food is rarely oily and watery.

In addition, there is half a bowl of yellow sauce and a few radishes on the table.

Duan Yun's parents are not natives of Daxing, but they moved from the northeast in response to the national '[-]st Five-Year' plan.

The Northeasterners call this yellow sauce 'doejang', which is made from soybeans that are boiled and dried into large paste pieces and then fermented in a vat.

Although the residential environment is not as loose as the rural areas of the Northeast, many people in the factory area, including Duan Yun's mother, still maintain some of the habits of the Northeast. Almost every household has a jar of pickling sauce. Sauce.

The aroma of the sauce filled the room, the fresh vegetables dipped in the shivering miso, and then wrapped in a ball of rice, the feeling of stuffing the mouth is really unforgettable.

At that time, the sauce was delicious, the dishes were delicious, the rice was delicious, and everything was delicious.Now in a restaurant, you can never taste that taste.

Duan Yun was a native of Liaoning in his previous life, and he often ate this kind of soy sauce when he was a child, but since he went to college away from his hometown, the canteen dominated his three meals a day. After graduating from college, Duan Yun, who worked and studied in a big city, Basically, I have never tasted this kind of hometown taste again.

This made Duan Yun feel nostalgic and excited at the same time. In his opinion, despite the harsh conditions and material scarcity in this era, there are still many beautiful things that make him look forward to it.

Duan Yun, who was drinking porridge with water radish dipped in miso, felt that the meal was extra sweet.

After dinner, Duan Yun lay on the bed and started to sleep.

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At noon, there was a sound of unlocking the door, the door was pushed open, and Duan Fang walked in with a bulging green canvas schoolbag on his back.

Seeing that her brother was sleeping, Duan Fang lightly walked, then took off the bulging schoolbag from her body and slowly put it on her bed.

At this time, Duan Yun had already opened his eyes slightly, and his sleep was very light, and he had already woken up when Duan Fang opened the door just now.

"What's in your bag?" Duan Yun asked after sitting up from the bed.

"Ah!" Duan Fang exclaimed, then turned around and glanced at Duan Yun, then slapped Duan Yun's shoulder with a small fist, pouted and said, "Brother, are you going to scare people to death?"

"If you don't have a ghost in your heart, do you need to be afraid?" Duan Yun smiled when he heard this, and pointed to the schoolbag and asked, "What's in it?"

Different from the situation where the schoolbags of elementary school students in the previous life can crush the cow, the students of this age don’t have so many extracurricular publications and supplementary materials. They usually only pack a few textbooks and homework books. The schoolbag is so big, there must be 'private goods' in it.

"What can I have, it's not a job for you to pick up." Duan Fang said, opening the schoolbag, and there were seven or eight pocket radios inside.

"So many..." Duan Yun was surprised when he saw this.

"This was just sent by my classmates this morning, and there are many others that I can't get back until evening and tomorrow." Duan Fang took out a small bag wrapped in a handkerchief from his pocket, handed it to Duan Yun and said, "This is the bag I received. Money, a total of 130 and [-] yuan, you count."

"130 five?" Duan Yun was taken aback when he saw this, and after taking a look at the bag of money, he said to his sister: "You are really good, tell me, how did you fool so many classmates?"

Duan Yun originally thought that it would be good for his sister Duan Fang to help him get a few modified radios in one day, but he did not expect that after just one day, his sister would get so much business in one breath.

"It's really ugly, what is flickering?" Duan Fang gave his brother a blank look and said, "The radio you modified has a good signal, and it is much stronger than the one made by the factory. In addition, our teacher knows that you will repair the radio after you repair it. , I also helped to promote it, most of the modification fees here are given to me by our grade teacher..."

"You're wrong, didn't I tell you not to charge the teacher's money?" Duan Yun said with a frown.

"I don't want it either, but those teachers just gave it to me..." Duan Fang said with a small mouth.

"The teachers in your school are all families with [-] yuan and nowhere to spend it? Don't you want to repair it for free, and they have to give you money?" Duan Yun obviously didn't believe his sister's words.

"Many teachers in the school are my dad's colleagues before, and they know our family's situation. They don't take advantage of it." Duan Fang sighed and continued: "And those teachers also told me that as long as you repair your skills Alright, I'll ask you for any electrical repair work in the future."

"Uh." Duan Yun suddenly realized when he heard the words.

Duan Yun's father used to be a math teacher in a school-run middle school, and he died suddenly of an illness. Although it has been many years, many of his colleagues in the Gear Factory Middle School are still engaged in teaching work.

Therefore, out of sympathy for Duan Yun's family, it is reasonable to push the boat to help take care of Duan Yun's business.

(End of this chapter)