The big era starts in 1983

Chapter 643 It's a little thing, it's a little thing

Is fire resistance of [-] degrees enough?
Do not!
Another person said: "I feel that we can achieve fire resistance of [-] degrees."

Someone immediately took over the topic, "This is not good, I think we should try adding sorbitol, and then adjust the formula of the curing agent, and..."

Several people seemed to have forgotten the existence of Fu Qiang.

While discussing that this brush is just for brushing the roast chicken, they began to push the small trolley to the cafeteria.

cook.

In order to cook, no difficulty can stop them.

In order to cook rice, it is no surprise that any miracle occurs.

Fu Qiang just felt that as long as the brush didn't let the oven burn, it didn't matter the rest.

Go back and meet Li Daqiang.

Fu Qiang was just telling a joke, he talked about a few foodies, and he really worked hard to eat.But what Li Daqiang heard was completely different.

What kind of synthetic resin can withstand the high temperature of [-] degrees.

This thing is baby.

Li Daqiang hurried to the material research room. He is not an expert in this field. He believes that the professors in the material research room will definitely understand what a synthetic resin that can withstand a high temperature of [-] degrees is.

Is there any value.

The professors in the Materials Laboratory are real experts.

They knew that some polymers could withstand high temperatures but were poorly elastic.Silicone rubber is soft, but the temperature resistance must not reach [-] degrees.

For this group of foodies, it may be some kind of fiber, plus metal substances, plus talcum powder, and unknown ingredient modifiers.

and many more.

If you can brush the roast chicken with oil, the softness must not be low.

No, I'm going to have a look.

Cookers are invincible for cooking.

When the professors looked at the iron stove with the door still wide open, the high-curved glass door, and saw the brush, the aroma of roast chicken had already begun to come out.

Swallow a mouthful of saliva, really fragrant.

After eating roast chicken, several professors asked: "What's the matter with this glass door?"

"High-purity silicon material, and resistant to acid and alkali. We first built one, but it didn't work when we tested it. It began to deform when it exceeded [-] degrees. This one can withstand [-] degrees."

The professors didn't criticize, and even praised for a long time.

It was not the first time that something like this happened in the Ninth Factory.

It is right to develop new things because of eating.

Ouyang Qianqian is also very proud, because it was she who came up with the idea of ​​researching a very good idea that can roast many chickens at one time, and each chicken can be roasted. This is how the rotary chicken oven came into existence.

In order to make the roasted chicken more delicious, there is a brush for oiling.

In order to observe the color of the roast chicken, there is a large glass door.

Several professors don't doubt it.

They even thought that if these people were given some time, they might be able to invent a new machine.

Put a live chicken on it.

Then after a series of complicated procedures, a delicious roast chicken comes out from the other end.

Absolutely believe that these guys can make it.

but.

This roast chicken is really good.

The meat was still very tender.

It's just that the skin is smelly, and the chicken has not been marinated and tasteless.

As far as the research level of the Nine Factory is concerned, everyone here is a first-class expert.But when it comes to eating, Ouyang Qianqian has a new master who taught her a few tricks.

Master Yue Dasheng.

dipping sauce.

Is it the hot sauce from Shu, or the sweet and spicy Lingnan, or the new recipe, cumin chili noodles with salt?
The second oven is on again.

People from each research room began to send people to line up to get the roast chicken one by one.

Let's talk about Fu Qiang.

Back in the office, I thought for a while, how to clear the field with so many chickens.

This thing cannot be sold.

Xia Guo also has relevant regulations now, poultry meat and eggs that have not passed the inspection are not allowed to be sold, and those from farmers are not counted.

The Ninth Factory cannot take the lead in violating the regulations.

After much deliberation, Fu Qiang patted the table lightly, as long as he didn't sell it or not.

pick up the phone.

"Jingzhao Machine Tool Factory, I'm Fu Qiang, I want any of you factory managers to come over and answer the phone."

After a while, Zhang Jianguo came to answer the phone.

"Jianguo."

"Director Fu, you have something to say. I'm in charge of the assembly line. I can't do assembly without me." Zhang Jianguo didn't brag. As an eighth-level fitter, he is a real technical talent.

Assembly line assembly, he really has the opportunity to show his talent.

Fu Qiang finished listening: "Okay, I won't go around with you, you can either arrange for someone to come over by yourself, and ask more people to come over. Help Jiuchang take away some chickens, get them back and kill yourself to eat."

"Okay, I see. I'll arrange for a car to go there."

"One is not enough, there are eight out of ten."

How many chickens are there in Factory Nine?

Zhang Jianguo remembered that the last time he went home, he heard that the Ninth Factory was researching some kind of chicken.

Ten or eight trucks, how many chickens will it take to bring back.

Zhang Jianguo asked again: "This, we can't wait for the New Year."

"Come here quickly, there's so much nonsense." Fu Qiang cursed, and immediately hung up the phone.

At this moment, the car from Shibianyu came over, and hundreds of people were organized to weave the cages.

It's not the kind of beautiful hand-woven cage, but the simplest, three-finger-wide bamboo sheet, which is bent by the fire, then nailed, tied with wire, and finally covered with a lid.

Simple and practical.

On the Ninth Factory side, Yuan Bao signed for the cage, and then said to Yang Yaohua: "Catch it, grab as much as you want, and grab it vigorously."

Yang Yaohua looked at the shelf-style chicken coop that he couldn't see at a glance, and asked again: "It's not a new year, it's not a festival, so what are you doing?"

"I'll tell you slowly later, you lead someone to catch it, and then pull it back and kill it."

"Really caught?"

"Hurry up, just don't damage our chicken coop."

Then grab it.

Opening the cage door, tying the chicken feet with hemp rope, Yang Yaohua's set of movements is definitely professional, and then directly put them on the car to pile them up. Seeing that they are placed on a layer, Yang Yaohua feels that he has caught a lot.

As a result, Yuan Bao's command forced another two layers.

Whether it would crush the chickens on the bottom floor to death or something, Yuan Bao didn't think about it at all, anyway, he pulled it back to Shibianyu, opened fire and ate it.

Yang Yaohua just left.

Zhang Jianguo is here.

Yuan Bao pointed: "Just this one, there is a house over there, and there is another one over there. Well, you only have eight cars, forget it, just this one, and add another half over there."

Zhang Jianguo gave Yuan Bao a cigarette: "What do you mean?"

"It means that if these chickens are not eaten, someone will think of setting them on fire, and then Director Fu will find a way to dispose of them quickly. Otherwise, you can find a way."

"Joke." Zhang Jianguo has lived in poverty for many years.

Biting a cigarette: "Yuan Bao, I, Zhang Jianguo, haven't heard of it. There is such a thing as a chicken that can't be eaten up. It's a big fart."

"Then, I'll leave it to you. Whatever you want, whatever you want. As long as Professor Lu, Fan Mang, and his foreign father-in-law doctor can't see these chickens tomorrow morning, let me tell you, those chickens must be bought." It’s dealt with. Let’s go, I’ll take you to see it, and then I’ll hang a cloth strip for you, and you can pack it up accordingly.”

　It's still four today.

　　Just now, still writing.

　　Some people say, make up for yesterday's missing one.

　　I can't make it up because I can't write it out.

　　Four more, please understand the author.

　　Author, come on.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)