Anti-Japanese War, weapons designer at Fengtian Arsenal

After staying up all night, Li Qinwu felt that it did not have much impact. In his later life, as a social animal, he often stayed up late to work overtime until one or two o'clock. When he got home, he had to check his mobile phone and went to bed until three or four o'clock. He had developed resistance.

Yawning, Li Qinwu went out with his briefcase, ate two fried dough sticks and a bowl of rice porridge at the breakfast shop in front of the arsenal, and then followed the workers into the factory.

He did not return to his own workshop, but came to the gun barrel grinding workshop, lay down on the old fireman's exclusive armchair and fell asleep.

After sleeping in a daze for an unknown period of time, Li Qinwu felt a pain in his head as if someone had hit him with something. When he opened his eyes, he found it was Lao Huotou holding a pipe.

"You are so bold, boy! You dare to sit on my throne! If you don't kowtow and serve me tea and take me as your master, I tell you, you will be in trouble!"

Li Qinwu looked into the distance and found several workers pointing and talking. They should be the ones who called the old fireman here. Nowadays, not just anyone can sit on the armchair. It is easy to break one's legs. However, due to his relationship with the old fireman, he has the qualifications to be arrogant because of his favor.

Li Qinwu ignored the old man pretending to be angry, closed his eyes and turned over. Seeing this, the old man waved his pipe and was about to hit him on the head again. Li Qinwu raised his hand and pushed the briefcase in front of the old man.

"Good stuff, let's see if we can make it."

Li Qinwu said in a muffled voice that he was a little sleepy.

The old fireman was stunned for a moment, put away his pipe and picked up the briefcase.

"What is it?"

The old man opened his briefcase and took out a stack of drawings. He was stunned when he saw the three views of the PPSh submachine gun.

"Hey! You're serious, kid!"

The old man was surprised. He said he wanted to make a gun yesterday, and today he produced the blueprint. Isn't this too fast? Could it be another toy to fool people?

He thought of the AK47 that Li Qinwu took out yesterday, and felt that this might be another unreliable thing, so he looked at it carefully, but this time, his eyes widened and he became more and more surprised.

What Li Qinwu made were not simple gun drawings, but drawings with specific data, uses and processing suggestions for each part. They were qualified drawings that could be produced according to the drawings.

The old fireman just stood there, looking over a dozen drawings four or five times, and saying things like "Great, that's feasible" from time to time. He didn't even pay attention to the workers who passed by and greeted him.

Finally, the old man slapped the blueprint and shouted excitedly: "Young man! This thing is feasible! Let's go and see if we can make it!"

The old fireman howled but got no response. He looked carefully and found Li Qinwu lying on the armchair snoring. The old fireman became furious and went over to hit Li Qinwu on the head with his pipe.

Li Qinwu was awakened by his cry, and before he could say anything, he was dragged to a workshop.

This is a private workshop specially equipped by the factory for Lao Huotou. It has a complete range of production tools and a large number of workpieces for him to use.

The inventions that Lao Huotou had made before attracted the attention of the factory. In order to let him continue to make new things, the factory opened a private workshop for him, allowing him to tinker in it whenever he wanted.

The old man put the blueprint on the drawing table, picked up various workpieces, and began to measure according to the data on the blueprint. While working, he said to Li Qinwu: "Young man, I think this thing can be done! If it is mass-produced, this gun may replace the fancy machine guns in our factory!"

The Hua machine gun is the German MP18, which has been imitated and produced by many warlords. It is one of the submachine guns with the largest stock in the country. However, this thing is a World War I product and is a bit outdated now. It is not even worthy of being put together with the PPSh. No wonder Lao Huotou is so excited.

Seeing that the old man moved so quickly, Li Qinwu hurried to help him. The old man was very honest. He didn't even ask the other person for anything, yet they took the initiative to help him.

The old man clamped a measured workpiece on the machine tool and said to Li Qinwu with his back to him, "Young man, why don't you use this 71-round drum magazine? First, get a small 20-round magazine. I told you before that the bigger the magazine, the more likely it is to malfunction."

Li Qinwu shook his head. He didn't want to compromise on this point. The 20-round magazine would be empty once the trigger was pulled. This amount of ammunition was nothing special. What he wanted was to attract attention and get the arsenal to adopt his design. The 71-round drum magazine was a very good selling point.

"Old Firehead, can you think of a solution? The 71-round drum magazine is the selling point of my gun. Just think about it, the sustained firepower of the 71-round drum magazine is so strong that the higher-ups will definitely pay attention to it. The 20-round small magazine is too short and weak."

The old man thought so and nodded, saying, "Okay, then I'll use the better parts to make a drum magazine for you. Anyway, just deal with the above first. I'm telling you, kid, if you take out this thing, you'll be very successful!"

The old man laughed loudly, and his hands moved quickly. He turned on the machine tool and a noise began to sound.

Li Qinwu felt warm in his heart. This old man was a good person. It seemed that it would not be a loss to be his disciple and take care of him in his old age.

Many parts of the PPSh are stamped, but that is something that has to happen after it is finalized for production. Now Lao Huotou uses a whole piece of steel to cut out parts. This is actually better because the cut parts are stronger and less prone to malfunction. If it is really made, he should be able to use this gun to fool the top management.

The two were busy in the workshop all day. Li Qinwu brought meals to the old cook twice. The old cook ate quickly and went back to work. The old guy had superb skills. In less than a day, he machined more than 40 main parts.

When the horn sounded to signal the end of get off work, the old man put down his work and Li Qinwu hurried over to serve tea and water.

"Come on, come on, Master, you have worked hard, Master, have some water!"

The old fireman snorted when he saw the teacup that Li Qinwu was holding.

"Are you willing to call me Master now? What? Do you want to become my disciple now? You can't just offer me tea, you have to kowtow to me, an old man!"

Li Qinwu quickly pushed the tea in front of the old man and asked in a negotiating tone: "Well, the tea service has been arranged, so forget about kneeling. It feels awkward."

As a modern man, Li Qinwu really can't stand kowtow and kneel.

Seeing that he looked embarrassed, the old man knew that kneeling and kowtowing was Li Qinwu's Achilles' heel, so he could only sigh and wave his hand.

"Alright, you kid, get off work first. Asking you to kowtow to an old man like me is like asking for your life. Sigh.

I heard that your father studied abroad in the West. Indeed, kneeling is not encouraged in the West. It is understandable that you can't stand it. Let's go. I get annoyed when I see you, old man!"

Li Qinwu walked to the factory door with a smile on his face, leaned over and shouted to Lao Huotou: "From now on, we will be master and apprentice.

Master, you have such great skills, please don't keep them to yourself. You must teach me well. Don't hold on to the old idea that teaching your apprentice will starve you to death. If you teach me badly, other masters will look down on you!"

"Hey kid! I haven't even given you the rules for being an apprentice yet, but you're setting the rules for your master first!"

The old fireman held a wrench and pretended to chase him, but Li Qinwu quickly slipped away. The old fireman chased him for a few steps, then stood at the door of the workshop and watched Li Qinwu's back as he ran away, with a smile on his face. He liked the energetic look of young people.