Journey 1995:Non-Stop

Chapter 78 Ideals and Reality (Bonus Chapter for Alliance Leader Feng Ling Tianxia)
"Old Yan!" A bicycle bell rang.

Yan Hui was wandering around when he heard a familiar voice. His expression brightened, and he immediately turned around.

"Old Guo? What brings you here?" Yan Hui immediately ran over.

"Haha, look, what's this?" Old Guo jumped off his bicycle and pointed to his treasure.

"You...you got a new bicycle?" Yan Hui was taken aback. Old Guo's bicycle was shiny and had a particularly bright bell on it; it was clearly not borrowed.

"Haha, yes! Handsome, right!"

"It really looks cool," Yan Hui nodded, went over and tried riding the bike. "Shall I ride it for a bit?"

"Okay, take me with you!"

"it is good."

Yan Hui got on the bicycle, and Lao Guo jumped onto the back seat. The two of them drove around the factory area.

Factory 239 is quite large. Of course, it's not just Uncle Si's processing plant. It's close to the railway line, so there's always a lot of foot traffic.

"You rested here last winter? This place looks quite lively," Old Guo said curiously from the back.

"Haven't you been here before?"

"I've been here before, but never at night. I didn't expect there to be so many people here at night."

“I came here to look at wood for my uncle before, and the people here are very nice.”

"Well, how's work? Have you checked it? Are you tired?"

"I don't know yet. I checked today and it doesn't seem too tiring." Yan Hui was in a good mood.

"That's true. Your own uncle is paying you such a high wage. You're lucky."

"It's okay, it's okay!"

The two seemed to have inexhaustible energy. They rode their bikes to the small square between the station and the timber market, where Yan Hui and Lao Guo sang a few more songs for free, then ate something together before parting ways.

Old Guo insisted on taking Yan Hui back, but since it wasn't far from 239, Yan Hui refused.

Walking back to the factory, Yan Hui went into the dormitory and found Brother Zhao and Brother Liu chatting. He greeted them and prepared to go to sleep.

At that moment, Yan Hui suddenly noticed a clock in the room, showing the time as 8:45 PM.

The clock is on!
Yan Hui looked at the time and felt a little unaccustomed to it. For more than a year, he had been used to estimating the time in his room.

"Xiao Yan, are you going to bed so early?" Brother Zhao asked with concern.

"Don't we have to get up early tomorrow? I'm afraid I won't be able to get up."

"Okay, going to bed early is a good thing. I'll tidy up and go to sleep too."

Yan Hui was young and didn't have much in common with Brother Liu and Brother Zhao, so after he arrived, the two of them didn't talk much and were preparing to rest.

The next morning, Yan Hui got up before six o'clock. It was just getting light. He went out to find a place to buy steamed buns and pickled vegetables. When he came back, he saw that the machines here were already running. The largest piece of equipment in the entire timber processing plant was a huge band saw, which was also the most expensive and the most important piece of equipment.

After the large logs are aligned and secured, workers can then proceed with the splitting of the logs into planks.

Yan Hui didn't examine the equipment closely yesterday, but after seeing it running today, he realized that the saw blades weren't all on the first floor; some were in the basement.

The device itself is fixed between the basement and the first floor.

As soon as the equipment starts cutting wood, a lot of wood chips fall into the basement. Yan Hui needs to remove the wood chips in time, put them in baskets, and carry them out.

This is a trial run. Uncle Si has arrived. Under his watchful eye, a log more than three meters long was quickly split into 11 planks of uniform thickness.

This log was split into boards, and surprisingly, about 30 kilograms of sawdust were produced underneath!
This was something Yan Hui hadn't expected at all. The basement wasn't very big; it would be almost full after cutting just a few pieces of wood.

"Xiao Hui, hurry up and collect these sawdust and pile them up over there. Someone will come to collect them later." Fourth Uncle pointed to an open space outside the door.

"Oh, okay." Because it was a trial run, the large cutting machine stopped temporarily after cutting this piece. Yan Hui quickly picked up a broom to clean up the sawdust.

"Don't use this," Brother Zhao, who was also nearby, quickly stopped Yan Hui. He bent down and followed Yan Hui to the ground, pointing to the saw blade. "This thing is stopped now, but it's always running when you're collecting sawdust. You have to use a white pine stick to pull the sawdust out, and then you can just shovel it with a wooden shovel. There's always sawdust here, so you don't need to sweep it up. It's okay to leave a few dozen pounds."

This place is less like a basement and more like a tunnel designed by a car repair shop for repairing car chassis.

A basement had to be built to accommodate the lower part of the band saw. However, because the equipment itself was large, it couldn't store too much sawdust; otherwise, it wouldn't be able to operate.

Yan Hui collected about 20 kilograms of sawdust from about 30 kilograms of wood chips and put them in a large basket, which filled the basket.

After dumping the sawdust into the area designated by his fourth uncle, Yan Hui knew that this job was not as simple as he had previously thought.

You could say that as long as the machine keeps running, he can't rest. The only good news is that it stops at 6 p.m., which means he works about 10 hours a day.

Uncle Si and Brother Zhao have already gone out to hold some kind of groundbreaking ceremony. Yan Hui was initially quite interested, but now he has no intention of going at all.

The job content was the same as what Uncle Si had said, but the intensity of the work was completely different from what Yan Hui had imagined.

Soon, the groundbreaking ceremony ended, the huge band saw started running, and another log was delivered.

With a hissing sound, the huge band saw quickly sliced ​​open a layer on one side of the white pine log. Yan Hui watched from the side, his ears gradually becoming a little uncomfortable, but he still found it quite amusing.

Most boys in this age group find machinery beautiful, so Yan Hui said he found the process of turning a huge log into planks quite pleasant to watch.

But soon, Yan Hui lost interest. When he went to the basement to clean up the sawdust, the entire small area was filled with flying sawdust and scattered sawdust. Yan Hui gritted his teeth, gathered a pile of sawdust, and started shoveling it with a wooden shovel.

Wooden shovels are less effective at applying force than iron shovels, but here, only wooden shovels and sticks are allowed for safety reasons. If an iron shovel or metal object comes into contact with the saw blade, it would be extremely dangerous. And working here, it's difficult to guarantee you'll never come into contact with the saw blade. If a wooden shovel or stick does come into contact with the saw blade, you simply replace it with a new one; these can be easily made at a processing plant.

One basket was quickly filled, and Yan Hui waited for a minute before going down to fill the second basket.

After filling the two baskets, Yan Hui used a carrying pole to lift the two baskets of sawdust and went outside to dump the sawdust in a corner.

When Yan Hui returned, there were at least 20 kilograms of sawdust in the basement. After waiting for two or three minutes, Yan Hui bent down again to clean it up.

(End of this chapter)