Anti-Japanese War, weapons designer at Fengtian Arsenal

August 1931, 8, the Seventh Gun Barrel Manufacturing Workshop of Fengtian Arsenal.

Li Qinwu placed a 4-cm-long rough iron pipe, which was about as thick as four fingers put together, on the machine tool, clamped it, and drilled a basic hole in the middle with a drill bit.

He made a quick inspection to confirm that the base hole was correct, then took the rough barrel and transferred it to the forging hammer.

He first inserted the gun barrel into the metal rod in the middle of the broken hammer, which had rifling engraved on it. After a while, the forging hammer would hit it from all directions, and the rough barrel would be slowly lengthened, and the rifling would naturally be squeezed into the inside.

After inserting the gun barrel, Li Qinwu retreated to a safe distance and started the machine. Four forging hammers kept hammering down around the gun barrel. The 4-centimeter gun barrel became thinner and longer during the forging.

After thousands of forging times, the rough barrel becomes a 74-centimeter-long barrel. It only needs to be sent to the next link to polish off the roughness of the rifling inside the barrel, and then it can be sent to the assembly workshop, but this is not Li Qinwu's job.

Li Qinwu threw the gun barrel into the dustpan, where there were already nine identical gun barrels. The tenth one was his workload this afternoon.

Li Qinwu carried the dustpan, said hello to a factory worker and went to hand in the gun barrels. He would send these gun barrels to the grinding workshop next to it, where fluid substances would be injected into the barrels to grind away the slight burrs on the barrels. After this processing, the barrels could fire bullets.

Outside the grinding workshop, there is an old man sitting on an armchair smoking a cigarette. Everyone calls him Old Firehead. Don't be fooled by his leisurely and unfocused appearance, he is a senior technician.

When the old fireman saw Li Qinwu coming, he pointed beside him with his pipe. Li Qinwu put the dustpan where the old fireman pointed. The old fireman took two slow puffs of his cigarette, then picked up the gun barrel and squinted one eye to look inside along the barrel.

He checked it several times, lowered the barrel and nodded.

"You are quite good, young man. All ten gun barrels are good quality. The gun barrels you sent me this month are all of good quality. You are very thoughtful, young man."

Li Qinwu smiled.

"If you like this job, you will naturally pay attention to it."

The old man looked Li Qinwu seriously in the eyes, with a hint of warning in his tone.

"Young man, you don't like this job, you like guns. I warn you, don't have any bad thoughts. The materials in the factory are limited. If you dare to steal the materials and make a gun yourself, you will be punished!"

Li Qinwu hurriedly shook his head and waved his hands.

"Hey, what are you talking about, old man? How could I possibly steal things from the factory? Stop scaring me, okay?"

Although he said this, he was secretly complaining in his heart: Not only do I want to steal guns, I also want to steal the machinery and equipment in the factory. Anyway, the war is about to start, and all these machinery and equipment will go to the Japs. It would be better for the Japs to give them to me, so that I can use them to make some guns and fight the Japs to the death.

The old fireman confirmed that there was no problem with the 10 gun barrels, and carried the dustpan to the rear grinding workshop. Before leaving, he looked at Li Qinwu with a smile and asked, "Young man, how do you think about what I told you last month?"

Li Qinwu glanced at the old man and said indifferently: "You still want me to kneel down?"

The old man nodded seriously.

"This is legal. If I accept you as my disciple, you must kneel down to me, kowtow, serve me tea, and provide for my old age."

Li Qinwu rolled his eyes at him. This old fireman was a senior technician in charge of rifle production at the Fengtian Arsenal. He had learned technology from Russian experts and was said to be involved in the work on the artillery production line.

The old guy is the treasure of the factory. The young marshal has personally visited him and everyone in the factory has to give him some face. There are countless people who want to become his apprentice, but the old guy has high standards and is unwilling to accept apprentices easily.

However, he just had a crush on Li Qinwu and insisted on having Li Qinwu be his apprentice. Li Qinwu had no objection as he was happy to learn military knowledge from a senior technical engineer.

But the problem was that the old guy wanted him to kowtow and kneel down, which he couldn't bear and refused directly.

"Old Firehead, I can serve you tea and take care of you in your old age, but I can't kneel down and kowtow to you. A real man should kneel down to heaven, earth, and his parents. You can't bear my kneeling!"

The old firebrand was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, and his pipe kept hitting the armrest of the armchair.

"You little bastard! Once a teacher, always a father. Now that I am your master, I am like your parent. What's wrong with you kneeling down to me, an old man?"

Li Qinwu still refused. It was already time to get off work. Workers kept coming out of the factory and walking outside. Many people cast various glances at the old and the young, most of which were envy, jealousy and hatred.

There were many young workers who wanted to become the old fireman's apprentice, but the old fireman looked down on them. However, Li Qinwu was easily accepted by the old fireman. However, he was still arrogant and refused to kowtow to him. I don't know how many people were mad at this.

Seeing the envious and jealous eyes of those people, Li Qinwu asked Lao Huotou seriously: "Old man, tell me honestly, why do you think so highly of me? If you want to shout, there are thousands of people in this factory who want to be your apprentices, why are you holding on to me?"

The old fireman looked at Li Qinwu meaningfully, then lowered his brows and began to add tobacco to the pipe.

"Young man, you are different from them. You seem not to be from this world. You seem to have come from heaven."

These words made Li Qinwu's hair stand on end and his muscles tensed instantly. Could it be that his secret had been discovered by the old man?

"Young man, your temperament is different from these peasants. They are lifeless and live one day at a time. The only difference between them and corpses is that they can breathe.

And you have a kind of vitality. I, an old man, have observed you for a long time. You are interested in everything. You want to see everything, learn everything, and touch everything. Like a child, you are full of curiosity about everything.

I am an old man, over 60 years old, and I don’t have any offspring. I just want to find a lively disciple to spend the rest of my life with me. You said that if I don’t look for a lively person like you, should I look for those dull people who just work and waste their days?”

Li Qinwu breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that it wasn't the time traveler's secret that was discovered, but that this old guy took a fancy to him.

He had just been in this world for two months and was indeed curious about everything. The cultural landscape of this era was really a sunset scene for modern people. He had come to realize that he had to be more restrained in the future. Old Huotou didn't have any bad intentions, so it didn't matter if he was discovered by him, but it would be bad if it attracted the attention of other people.

The two chatted for a while, and Li Qinwu said goodbye to him. When he was leaving, the old man's voice came from behind him.

"My dear, you have a certain amount of arrogance in you. I advise you to hold back your arrogance. It is not a good thing to have such a thing these days. It can easily lead to trouble."

Li Qinwu waved his hand and walked towards the factory gate.

"I'll see the old man tomorrow. Besides, if a young man doesn't have a lot of energy, can he still be called a young man?"

The old man shook his head, looked at Li Qinwu's back and said, "If you don't listen to the old man, you will suffer."

The Fengtian Arsenal, the largest arsenal in Asia at the time, covered an area of ​​more than 3200 acres. It took a lot of time to walk from the innermost part of the factory to the outside. Fortunately, the gun production workshop where Li Qinwu was located was not far from the gate, and in less than 5 minutes he was out of the factory with the workers who were leaving get off work.

Standing at the door, Li Qinwu looked back at the gate of the arsenal. This factory will be occupied by the Japanese in one month, and the machines inside will be obtained by the Japanese. This factory will provide a large amount of logistical supplies for subsequent Japanese troops.

Li Qinwu took a deep look at the factory and strode towards his home.

His home was 500 meters west of the Fengtian Arsenal. It was a private courtyard with a wall and three rooms inside. The rooms were fully furnished. They were not exquisite but complete.

Li Qinwu lay down on the bed, looking at the dark roof with a thousand thoughts in his mind. It has been almost a month since he came to this world, and there are only 1 days left until September 918, when the three northeastern provinces will fall and China will start a 32-year history of resistance.

As a time traveler, Li Qinwu felt that he should do something. He climbed up from the bed, moved a stone brick from under the bed, took out a small box from it, opened the small box with the key he carried with him, revealing the golden leaves inside.

He bought these things with all the belongings of the original owner. The original owner was a mid-level technician at the Fengtian Arsenal, with a monthly salary of 15 yuan, which was considered a high-income earner in those days. The original owner had not spent money recklessly over the years, and with the belongings saved for him by his deceased parents, he used them all to buy gold and got a total of 800 grams.

As for why Li Qinwu used all his assets to buy gold, it was because it was the first thing he got when he signed in to the sign-in system.

This system allows one to sign in once a month. His first sign-in gave him something called unlimited clones. As long as he can collect one kilogram of gold, he can customize an avatar with a height of more than 1 meter and less than 2.3 meters.

This function surprised Li Qinwu very much. He could use his clones to organize a team that was completely loyal to him, form an invincible army, and then kill the Japanese devils!

However, the price of one kilogram of gold for one clone left him scratching his head. He searched all his family property and only managed to collect 800 grams of gold, leaving him with no clue as to the remaining 200 grams.

With the salary he had, it would take him forever to save up 200 grams of gold, so he thought about selling his house.

It would be no problem for him to sell this house with a large courtyard for four or five hundred dollars. By then, he could exchange the remaining 200 grams of gold, create a clone, and have some surplus to rent a decent house to live in.

Anyway, after 918, the three northeastern provinces became the world of the Japanese, so real estate and other things didn’t matter anymore.