Era space: flirting with tens of billions of materials

Chang Shihong is really a bit stubborn.

No one can do a stable job, so he picks up everyone and doesn't even think about digging in.

Well, he really went to the construction site.

On the first day, I had a lot of fun moving bricks.

The next day, follow Li Xiaoshan and Cement.

On the third day, I followed the master and learned to build walls.

Day [-]...

Wang Xiao thought that he just had a novelty and would have to come back in less than a week.

The results of it?
Chang Shihong took root at the construction site and even learned to cook big pot dishes.

He didn't need to pay more attention to it. Duan Hongmei, who was caught by him, was sent to the farm the next day because he escaped.

Wang Xiao specially sent two officers, a man and a woman, to deliver it, keeping an eye on her the whole time, for fear that she would run away again.

Even with a lesbian accompanying her when going to the toilet, Duan Hongmei had absolutely no room to escape this time, so she had no choice but to accept her fate and go to the farm.

This move actually eliminated the educated youth spots in Jiuli Brigade. According to He Aimin, their educated youth spots have also stopped now.

It can barely be regarded as a rare piece of good news in this series of bad things.

In a flash, 20 days passed.

The production lines in one place magically became a whole, but their appearance was completely different from before.

Wang Xiao was worried again: "Xiao Lin, this is what we rented. Can I return it if it changes?"

Lin Nianhe chuckled softly: "Uncle Wang, believe it or not, I can get the match factory to give us this production line for free."

Uncle Wang's mouth was faster than his brain, and he praised directly: "Of course! I will believe whatever you say!"

Lin Nianhe had long been immune to Uncle Wang's boastful behavior. He turned to Li Mo and said, "Elder brother, let's try it first."

"Row."

Li Mo went to the console to do some operations. His hand was hanging on the red button that started, but he didn't press it for a long time.

He licked his lips, looked towards Lin Nianhe and said, "Junior sister, why don't you do it?"

This was the first time that he had done such a big job by himself. Without his master watching over him, he just couldn't let go.

Although they tried running it without adding any ingredients last night, he was still extremely nervous now.

"Row."

Lin Nianhe didn't have any psychological pressure. He walked to Li Mo's side with his little hand, stretched out his hand, and slowly pressed the red start button with two fingers.

"Boom--"

There was a thunderous sound, and after a moment, the first gear began to turn.

One drives the other, and the whole machine is like an awakened beast, feeding on electricity and glowing with life.

The wood was cut repeatedly and turned into neat matchsticks after several times.They are steamed and dried, shaken off the debris and then inserted into a steel plate full of holes. One end is immersed in the match head compound that has been stirred. After about five seconds, the steel plate rises and the matches are sent to the next place to continue. Let dry for nearly an hour.

The thoroughly dried matches begin to be packed, boxed and packaged.

For nearly two hours, everyone watched silently, and no one spoke. Even during the hour of waiting for the matches to dry, no one said a word.

It wasn't until the machine slowly stopped that they finally realized that their faces were already wet with tears.

Wang Xiao: "Is it really done? Can't we make 100 million boxes of matches on this day?"

Li Dahe: "Wang Xiaojie, you, please bring those electric fans back to me..." Li Mo: "Master... I, I can actually do it..."

Lin Nianhe: "I finally don't have to tighten the screws."

After everyone expressed their thoughts, the warehouse was quiet for a few more minutes.

Then a burst of cheers suddenly broke out, and the sound almost lifted the roof of the house.

In fact, this production line is not completely automatic. The initial processing of wood and cutting of matchboxes still requires manual labor.

If you follow the drawings in the mechanical books written more than 50 years later, you can probably get it right in one step.

But scientific research is never done in one step. Only by taking each step steadily can we continue to accumulate knowledge. Otherwise, it will be like a castle in the air. It looks good from a distance, but there is nothingness when you look up close.

If you try to force the seedlings to grow, they will surely die.

It's pretty good now, isn't it...

The match factory building was completed ten days later. The factory was located to the east of the new textile factory area, three kilometers away from the Shili Brigade.This distance is just enough so that residents will not be disturbed by noise.

Recruitment started more than half a month ago. A large number of villagers who were unable to work in the fields due to physical reasons turned into workers. These people were mainly responsible for cutting matchboxes and providing raw materials for the boxing production line.

Most of the people responsible for rough processing of wood are unemployed young people in the city. This is a laborious job that requires strong laborers. The strong laborers of the production team have to do farm work. They can do odd jobs during the off-season, but they cannot do it long-term.

The match factory was completed, and Li Dahe, who had the title of "factory director", pressed the red button amidst great expectations.

Seeing the machine rumbling in action, the people at the scene burst out with cheers that were countless times louder than when they were in the warehouse that day.

They are lively, excited, and praising, but the people behind all this are enjoying themselves.

Lin Nianhe gnawed on the melon, looked at the banner in front of him, and shook his head: "No, you can't do this."

Wang Xue touched her forehead, which had returned to smoothness and had no scars at all, then looked at the banners that read "Hua Tuo is reborn, Bian Que is reborn" that she and Wang Shumei were holding in their hands, and asked: "What's wrong? Did you do it?" not good?"

Lin Nianhe spat out the watermelon seeds and said seriously: "Dr. Zhou studied Western medicine. You two get a banner with the founder of Chinese medicine written on it and send it over. Aren't you looking for a fight?"

Wang Shumei and Wang Xue looked at each other and had to admit that what Lin Nianhe said made sense.

"What should I do?"

"Then what do you write?"

Lin Nianhe smiled brightly and raised his fingers at them.

On this day of great joy for the people of Lan County, Zhou Fenyang looked at the banner in front of him and felt a little unhappy.

"No, who taught you to write the banner like this?" Zhou Fenyang held the banner with a complicated mood.

"Lin Nianhe!"

Wang Shumei and Wang Xue replied in unison, their gestures of throwing the pot away were skillful and neat.

Zhou Fenyang: "..."

She slowly lowered her head and looked at the obviously overcrowded banner in front of her. She just wanted to rush to the Shili Brigade and hang it on Lin Nianhe's door.

"Doctor Zhou, don't you... like it?" Wang Shumei asked tentatively.

Zhou Fenyang twitched the corners of his mouth and smiled reluctantly: "I, I like it."

"That's good, that's good," Wang Shumei also felt very uncomfortable and said with a dry smile, "Then we won't bother you. Thank you again for saving us both!"

After saying that, she dragged Wang Xue and ran away.

Zhou Fenyang stood there, staring at the banner that read "The Rebirth of Asclepius, the Rebirth of Hippocrates", and gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sentence:

"Lin, Nian, He! You, farewell, fall into, my, hand!"