Rebirth of the 80s New Farmer

Chapter 1830 The distance of one soybean
The road from the bottom of the mountain to the top of the mountain is a section of dirt road, about 100 meters long.

This section of dirt road didn't harden until [-] when the community was built here, and that's how it is now.

Wan Feng parked the car outside the gate, got out of the car and looked at the gate of the factory first.

The gate is sandwiched between two rows of houses, the left of the gate is the reception room, and the right of the gate is a row of houses.The first two rooms in this row of houses are girls' dormitories, and there were four or five girls living here.

The rest is the assembly workshop.

This is the same as Wan Feng's memory.

The factory buildings and yards of the auto parts factory are about [-] to [-] square meters. As a company, it is considered a small business, and it is about the same size as many companies in Nandawan.

There is also a large pile of bamboo poles piled up in the middle of the yard.

It was originally a bamboo and hemp factory, which was later merged by auto parts.

Therefore, bamboo and hemp are also sold here. In layman’s terms, bamboos of various sizes come in from the south, and the rooted bamboos are sold to users who build greenhouses.

That's what it's for.

Squatting at the gate was a guard who might be researching the moving of ants. Wan Feng vaguely remembered his surname Gong, but he couldn’t remember what his name was. He was a very honest guy who just liked to drink, and he would brag about it after drinking. That guy bragged, Cloudy and foggy.

When I sober up, I forget everything.

Very interesting person.

"Who are you looking for?"

Seeing Wan Feng walk into the gate, Lao Gong came out to welcome him.

"I'm here to discuss business, and I want to talk to your factory about the air pump."

Lao Gong pointed to the south: "The office is at the innermost."

There is a row of ordinary ridged buildings on the south wall, which are the offices of the auto parts factory, and Wan Feng knows this.

Because the factory is located on the top of the mountain, water flows backwards in the yard. When it rains, and the rain is a little heavier, the factory building on the west will be flooded.

When Wan Feng worked here for about a year and a half, his biggest wish was to have rain.

Wan Feng walked around the pile of bamboo poles in the middle of the yard and came to the office.

In the office, Wan Feng met Yin Laifu, the son of the auto parts factory.

When Wan Feng was working here, in his memory, he never saw Yin Laifu smile.

Looking at it now, it still smells like that.

Wan Feng knew him now, but he didn't know Wan Feng yet.

Wan Feng had nothing to talk to him about, because he straightforwardly explained his reason for coming.

Hearing that Wan Feng is the boss of Nanwan Group, Yin Laifu looked at Wan Feng in surprise.

The bosses of the Nanwan Group are all very young, but they never thought they were too young.

"You want to customize a kind of air pump. You have to go to the technical department for this. You can go to the chief of the technical department, Song, and see if he can design it for you."

Song Section Chief Wan Feng of the technical department is even more familiar with him. His hometown is the Crouching Tigers.

Jiangwei Village was the first person admitted to university that year.

It stands to reason that he is also a tragic figure.

The year he was admitted to university seemed to be in [-]. At that time, Bohai Naval Academy wanted him, but his mother refused to let him go. In the end, he sadly went to a mechanical academy in Shenyang. After graduation, he was assigned to such a small factory. up.

Song Xucheng was taken aback when he saw Wan Feng: "Mr. Wan! Why are you here?"

Wan Feng was slightly surprised: "You know me?"

"I'm from the Crouching Tigers. I went home to Nandawan during the Chinese New Year holiday. You may not know me, but I know you."

So Wan Feng shook hands with Song Xucheng hypocritically.

"Section chief Song, what's going on? Our factory produces a kind of dump truck with a flat head. The engine is under the driver's building. We are temporarily using the 141 air pump from your factory. If there is a smaller air pump, see if you can design a smaller air pump.”

In the past, the old-fashioned air pumps were all driven by belts, and they all had a large transmission wheel.

Wen Guanghua didn't pay attention to this detail when he designed it. Although a place was reserved, it always felt awkward to install.

"Smaller?"

"It's like the previous 60 tractors. You can see that it doesn't have an air pump, so it can be as big as it is."

The air pump of the 518-60 tractor is not driven by a belt, but is fixed at the front end of the fuel pump and connected with the shaft of the fuel pump through a connection plate.

The air pump is very small, but the pumping volume is not low.

"I don't know this even if I don't go to the scene to see it!"

"Then go to my place and have a look, it's just like going home."

"Then I'll go talk to the factory manager."

Song Xucheng quickly got the approval of the factory director, and walked out of the office with Wan Feng.

"Take me to your workshop."

When passing by the workshop, Wan Feng said casually.

This is not a big deal, Song Xucheng took Wan Feng into the machining workshop.

As soon as he entered the workshop, Wan Feng suddenly had mixed feelings.

This workshop has six lathes, two planers, two drilling machines, one milling machine, and two boring machines at the door. This is the entire property of the auto parts factory.

Wan Feng still knew most of the people in the workshop, only a few people Wan Feng didn't know.

When he saw the man who was working on the second of the six old-fashioned lathes in front of him, his eyes were a little bit astringent.

It was a man in his 50s who was his former master: Lai Dexiang, a man who likes to drink and has a hot temper but is very nice.

If Wan Feng remembered correctly, he retired in [-], and then he rode three rounds on the streets of the county town, earning ten or eight yuan a day.

Later... Later...

Wan Feng left the factory in early [-], and he didn't have much contact with his master after leaving the factory.

In this workshop, Wang Chunjiang, who used to have the best relationship with him, was also there. He was the same lathe worker as Wan Feng back then, and he was next to Wan Feng. He was on the third bed, and he was looking at Wan Feng curiously.

Except for these two people, the relationship between the rest of the people and Wan Feng is very ordinary, and the one who is a little more advanced is Jiang Yun who grinds the machine.

Wan Feng walked around the workshop and finally stopped between the lathes of Lai Dexiang and Wang Chunjiang, watching them work.

"Master, the craftsmanship is not bad!"

Lai Dexiang chuckled: "It's not bad, let's just eat."

"Master, how much money do you earn a month?"

"It's a total of 150 seven or eight dollars for all the mess."

Wan Feng nodded, and then looked at Wang Chunjiang: "This master is also good at workmanship, and he works really neatly."

Wang Chunjiang has two mustaches and a very funny smile.

Wang Chunjiang's family lived near Hongya Miaoling, and Wan Feng slept and ate at his home, and went out to fight with Wang Chunjiang.

You heard it right, it is indeed a war, or a group war.

It's just that Wan Feng was so unpromising at that time that he was almost scared to pee.

That's not to say that I was scared to pee, but I almost peed my pants. If I have to say how far it is from peeing my pants.

Wan Feng can accurately say that there is only a distance of the size of a soybean.

If Wang Chunjiang hadn't seen the situation was not good and dragged him away, Wan Feng could be 100% sure that his pants were wet.

(End of this chapter)