Poor little thing is eating melons and watching the drama in the period literature

Cheng Wuyang, who was sitting under the porch to enjoy the cool air, saw Qin Qianqian and Ye Yunxiao going out. Ye Yunxiao was holding a large basket in his hand, and he understood why they were going there.

He tilted his head and asked Yu Qingtang who was sitting next to him: "Should I also give a gift and build some connections?"

Yu Qingtang was even less knowledgeable about the ways of the world than he was. Facing his question, he asked back, "I should want it, right?"

The two looked at each other and couldn't help laughing.

Cheng Wuyang: "Forget it. Even if we have to rely on personal connections, those old educated youth have more chances than us newcomers."

Just as he said, the old educated youth had a better chance than the new educated youth, and in the end the three people selected for the educated youth point were all old educated youth.

After buying the bicycle, Yu Qingtang would ride it to the town to play every day when he was bored.

Yu Qingxu went to the town several times and found that it was not as dangerous as he had imagined, so he no longer insisted on going with her.

The roads in this era were all dirt roads, and there were no particularly obvious road signs. Yu Qingtang didn't know the way and actually lost the direction while riding.

"It's over, where is this?"

Looking at the fields on the side of the road that seemed familiar yet unfamiliar, Yu Qingtang supported his bicycle with one foot and tried hard to identify the direction.

Right in front of her, the ochre-colored driveway was covered with a small mound of dirt that had slid down the mountain.

It would have been bad enough if the road was blocked, but what was even more speechless was that the new car she had just bought broke down.

Taking advantage of the fact that there was no one around, Yu Qingtang found the tools to repair a bicycle from the space supermarket and put the bicycle back where it was to be repaired.

“Beep, beep, beep, beep—”

A long series of car horns came from behind, and Yu Qingtang hurriedly dragged the bicycle to the side of the road. Not far behind her was a row of large trucks and several tractors.

When the trucks and tractors arrived in front of her, the large truck in front also stopped.

A young face leaned out of the car and looked ahead: "What happened? Did the slope collapse ahead? It hasn't rained in the past few days."

The cars behind all stopped, and a driver asked Yu Qingtang who was standing on the roadside: "Girl, when did this road get blocked?"

Yu Qingtang shook his head to indicate that he didn't know either.

He saw the bicycle lying on the ground and a pile of tools and asked, "Girl, can you repair bicycles?"

Yu Qingtang nodded.

The young driver touched his crew cut and thought, how come this pretty girl can’t speak?

An older driver slapped him on the back of his head, then turned and smiled gently at Yu Qingtang.

"Don't pay attention to him. He doesn't think well sometimes."

He also asked: "Little girl, can you repair a bicycle?"

Yu Qingtang: "I've read about it in a book before."

The young driver muttered, "So he can talk."

The older driver glared at him again and he quickly shut up.

"Do you need any help?"

Yu Qingtang knew that he meant well, but she had already finished the repairs, so she lifted the car up and moved it a few times.

"Thank you, I fixed it."

The original driver took a closer look and found that there really didn't seem to be any big problem.

"The little girl has a knack."

Yu Qingtang smiled and said nothing.

An old man who was originally sitting in the car at the back came down, looked at the tools she had placed on the ground, and came up to her with shining eyes.

"Where did you get these?"

Yu Qingtang's heart skipped a beat: These are all simple tools, they should have been available in this era, right?

The old man touched her tools and said, "These little things look interesting. Which factory did you buy them from, little girl?"

Yu Qingtang took a look at the little things he pointed to. They were all made by lazy people in later generations. They were not exquisite, but just clever tricks. They were the kind of things that could be used without them.

She felt more relaxed. "They are just some small things that I made by taking shortcuts. I used my connections to get them custom made at other factories."

Yu's father is the director of the first factory of Kyoto Machinery Factory. Even if the old man wants to investigate, as long as he finds out her identity, he doesn't have to go to the factory to ask. She can easily cover up this lie.

The old man seemed to believe her and asked her, "My apprentice is now the director of the machinery factory in town. I think these things of yours are very practical. Can I introduce them to my apprentice? They may be able to use them."

In this era, most people have a spirit of selfless dedication, and patent rights are not obvious. There are only a few small things like this. After the old man has seen them, he may be able to make them when he goes back.

She also asked her specifically that Yu Qingtang felt that this old man had good character, but her character was not good.

Yu Qingtang thought about it and asked the old man with a smile: "Does the machinery factory want to produce this kind of parts for sale? If it does, I will ask for patent fees."

This was not her patent, and Yu Qingtang had no intention of charging for it. She just wanted to find out what the old man was going to do with it.

If you really want to sell it, you can't get involved with her, otherwise it will be easy to be exposed in front of the Yu family.

The old man smiled and said, "Whether to mass produce or not, we have to wait until we use it first."

"There is a department in the machinery factory that specializes in repairing recycled old machinery. Using this thing can help improve efficiency."

If Yu Qingtang didn't agree, the old man wouldn't have taken the machinery factory, because just as Yu Qingtang thought, it was indeed something dispensable.

It’s just the first time I’ve seen it, but it’s novel. Some old masters also have their own little tools.

Yu Qingtang is very interested in repairing recycled old machinery.

“Will the recovered machinery be sold again after it is repaired?”

The old man looked at her and smiled: "Yes, I can also give you an internal price."

Yu Qingtang waved his hand and said, "I don't need to buy it. I just want to ask if your old machinery recycling department is hiring? Temporary workers are also fine."

She pointed at herself first, then at the car she had just repaired: "Look at me, my skills are pretty good."

The old man did not think there was anything wrong with a girl playing with machinery like the scorekeeper did. Instead, he said excitedly, "I'm retired now and can't take care of the machinery factory, but I can take you to find my apprentice. If you pass his test, you might be able to get a job."

Yu Qingtang's eyes lit up, and he put all the tools into the toolbox and handed them to the old man respectfully.

"It's fate that we meet. I think you and this set of tools are a good match, so I'll give it to you."

The old man took it with a smile.

"You don't need it anymore?"

Yu Qingtang said with a smile: "Tools are easy to get, but a true friend is hard to find."

"Oh, forget it. I can't take away someone else's favor."

"I can ask someone to make another set. You must accept this one."

The old man said his surname was Wang, and his name was Wang Changfa, and asked Yu Qingtang to call him Grandpa Wang.

Yu Qingtang had to use her connections to get in, and then use her own skills to knock on the door and find a temporary job in a machinery factory. She was considered to have skills and could put her knowledge into practice.