I, Zhu Youjian: the first prodigal son of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 44 The prototype of the assembly line
From the first day to the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the Great Ming Dynasty is full of New Year flavor.

In Gansu-Shaanxi, Shanxi, Henan, and Shandong areas, not only did no people die of starvation on a large scale during this famine year, but also received a lot of food, coal, and cotton-padded clothes to keep out the cold because of the imperial government's work-for-work project. , it can be regarded as having survived this year.

On the sixteenth day of the first lunar month, the idiot emperor "Zhu Youjian" announced that he would amnesty the world.

In the sky prison of the Ming Dynasty, there was almost no one there.

According to Zhu Youjian's intention, those bloodthirsty and cruel people with congenital lack of humanity, and the very few who secretly colluded with Jiannu and Beiman, give them a simple plan, directly smash their corpses into thousands of pieces, smash their bones into ashes, and make them completely die in this place. A piece of heaven and earth disappeared.

For the so-called 'anti-thieves', 'rogue bandits', and 'troublemakers', they were given three taels of money and half a bag of fried noodles, and told them to go back to their original places.

If they are really homeless, they will be resettled on the construction site of the work-for-relief project.

As for those "stumbled officials", all previous mistakes were written off, and they were uniformly placed on the construction site of the work-for-relief project in the form of "labor reform"...

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On the eighteenth day of the first lunar month, there was a heavy snowfall in the north.

After the morning court, Zhu You, procurator and Wei Zhongxian quietly left the palace, and came to the construction site of the 'Daming Academy' under the covert protection of more than [-] Jinyi guards.

Nearly ten thousand people are nesting in the shed, drinking bad wine around the brazier, talking nonsense, waiting for the snow to start work.

The little days are quite moist.

Minister Qian Qianyi of the Ministry of Industry, Xu Guangqi, the principal of Daming Academy, Song Yingxing, the vice principal, Yang He of the Daming Engineering Bureau, and more than 3 "students" were too busy.

In a remodeled hall of Prince Xin's Mansion, Song Yingxing, with disheveled hair and a sloppy blue brocade robe, was working at his desk.

A three-foot-sized cypress table was filled with various drawings and wooden abrasive tools. On a design drawing, lines were drawn in all directions, and the part numbers and sizes were densely marked...

Zhu Youjian walked into the hall, walked behind Song Yingxing silently, and watched carefully.

On the drawing in front of Song Yingxing's eyes, there was an extremely complex core design drawing of a steam turbine, which used the earliest crankshaft power transmission structure, and the part of the boiler jet device used direct pressure transmission.

This design is very different from the "steam engine" in Zhu Youjian's impression, but it may be the best in terms of the current manufacturing level of the Ming Dynasty.

"It can be considered to adopt the valve pressure relief type power transmission, the cylinder, piston and boiler cast by white iron are not easy to burst..."

Zhu Youjian looked at it for a while, and found that the most difficult point of this 'steam turbine' should be that the casting level is not enough to solve the problem of the cylinder and boiler 'exploding chamber', so he couldn't help but export suggestions.

"Your bad idea is not bad. You can try it. However, it requires higher precision components. I haven't even made it with my lathe..."

Song Yingxing's eyes were bloodshot and his beard was unshaven. With a casual sentence, Wei Zhongxian, who was beside the idiot emperor, was startled to reel.

My uncle, dare to call himself 'Lao Tzu' in front of Long Live God?
Do you want to die!
"As I said earlier, the lathe is the core and the foundation. You didn't even design the lathe, but you just wanted to make a steam turbine. No wonder the progress is so slow."

Zhu Youjian seemed to have never heard of Song Yingxing's words, and couldn't help but complain: "Sharpening a knife is not a mistake for woodcutters, you can solve the problem of the lathe, and many design ideas that I didn't dare to think of before will naturally emerge. come out.

Is it out of money?If you are short of silver flowers, just open your mouth. "

"It's not the lack of money, it's the lack of people." Song Yingxing didn't raise his head, his eyes were fixed on the drawing, and he shook his head with a wry smile, "A lot of parts need to be polished very finely, and a lot of skilled workers are needed. what."

"Let Wei Zhongxian find a way for you, recruit a group of craftsmen from Zhili and Shandong, and the problem will be solved?" Zhu Youjian said casually.

"Wei Zhongxian can't do it. That old guy is good at managing politics and managing money, but he can't do such trivial things well. Who would be a real craftsman if he ordered it hard?"

"Artisans are also human beings, and only good artisans can be recruited in a humane way!"

"It's really not possible, I can only ask the Lord Long Live, don't look at him young, there are actually a lot of thieves..."

Zhu Youjian: "..."

Wei Zhongxian: "..."

Zhu Youjian looked indifferent, as if he had never heard of it.

Wei Zhongxian's old face had already turned green, and he opened his mouth to speak a few times, but finally remained silent.

This Song Yingxing, no wonder he failed the Jinshi exam five times. This is clearly because he has a very high IQ, a low EQ, and his speech is a bit harsh.

"Don't open your mouth to demand people. Do you know that a really good lathe can turn all your students into skilled workers!" Zhu Youjian criticized.

The idiot emperor was a little powerless to complain.

Back then, a person with extremely poor hands-on ability like him could make his girlfriend...

Cough, standard parts can be made casually.

"What you said makes sense. Long Live Lord seemed to have said the same thing back then... Oh, Long Live Lord!" Song Yingxing reacted suddenly, and was immediately terrified.

He was about to kneel down, but Zhu Youjian stretched out his hand to grab him, and said with a smile: "Let's make an agreement, you king of science, you don't need to kowtow three times and nine times when you see me, but you are not allowed to gossip behind your back in the future."

Song Yingxing was sweating all over his head and face, rubbing his hands vigorously on the sloppy blue brocade robe, like a child who made a mistake.

Zhu Youjian patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Walk around, look at your lathe."

So, several people came to another hall.

Forty or fifty students were arguing around several 'lathes', seemingly holding on to their own opinions, and no one could convince the other.

Seeing Song Yingxing coming in, everyone cheered and gathered around and started arguing.

Song Yingxing was about to let the students come forward to participate in the emperor, but saw Zhu Youjian smiled and waved his hand, signaling him to keep quiet, so he had to shut up in embarrassment.

Zhu Youjian came to a lathe and found that it was already very good.

The only problem is that there are too many functions, and one lathe can only grind seventeen or eighteen parts at the same time.

The idiot emperor waved to Song Yingxing with a smile, and said with a smile: "Look at your lathe, what a mess!
Ying Xing, I... I really want to tell you a few words, you old carpenter's thinking must be improved, don't think about designing a lathe, just think about making everything.

In fact, if this lathe is divided into seventeen or eighteen small lathes, and each lathe only grinds one part, not only the processing speed will be much faster, but the precision will also be doubled.

After all, if a person only does one thing, he will concentrate a lot..."

Zhu Youjian briefly talked about the principles and benefits of the "assembly line" operation, which made Song Yingxing and the students suddenly enlightened and couldn't help applauding.

The idiot emperor shook his head and smiled bitterly, and said, "Actually, this idea of ​​professional division of labor was widely used by farmers, fishermen, and miners as early as 2000 years ago. You guys still read too much."

"Study less, brag less, do more, keep improving, this is the school motto of our Daming Academy!"

Everyone: "..."

(End of this chapter)