A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

Li Huaide was also having a headache over Xu Damao's matter.

Previously, Zhang Erhua refused to leave the factory clinic, and it was he who gave her the necessary approval to eventually go to Chaoyang Hospital.

According to the 52 labor insurance and medical policy, when the immediate family members of enterprise employees receive treatment at the enterprise hospital or other designated hospitals, the enterprise shall bear half of the surgery fees and ordinary drug fees.

Xu Damao's story is even more absurd. He thought he was just randomly hiring a laborer to carry heavy loads, but actually, he had connections.

They all carry heavy loads for the railway company!

The Ministry of Railways, the "Railway Boss," wasn't called that for nothing.

It has a complete set of internal departments. Not to mention the normal operation and support departments, even in the law enforcement area, it has a complete system from the railway's own public security bureau to the judicial bureau and the court.

In those days, railway workers, from birth to death, were all meticulously arranged by the railway authorities; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call them an independent little kingdom.

Even if a dog on the railway gets into trouble, the local police station can't do anything about it, let alone the people involved.

Those who had taken Xu Damao's money stood inside the station, and even with a line separating them, Officer Gao and his team couldn't find them.

There's nothing we can do; the railway authorities have stipulated that matters within the station are under the jurisdiction of the railway bureau, and no other place is allowed to interfere without authorization!

Want to arrest someone? Submit an application!

Why drag others into this? There's no "construction law" now, no rule that says you can't subcontract work that someone else has taken on.

Even Liu Daba, who wanted to expand his business, somehow managed to get transferred from the steel mill's clinic to the railway hospital overnight, no one knows whose connections he had.

Turning around, he refused to admit that the thugs were the helpers he had hired. He only said that he met them on the road, gave them a few steamed buns, and helped them move the lime. He also said that he was going to seek compensation from Zhang Erhua, claiming that it was because she had caused trouble without knowing what was important that led to the collapse of the house.

If you only ask her for medical expenses, you're letting her off easy.

As for the gangsters Zhang Erhua mentioned, there were no portraits, and given her vague description, it would be a miracle if they were even found. High-definition cameras didn't exist back then.

Besides, it's another matter whether those people are even in Beijing.

The whole thing was going on and on, and Li Huaide's brain was about to explode.

Even with his skillful maneuvering, this matter involving overlapping departmental powers was not something that could be easily resolved.

If we can't solve the problem, let's deal with the person who committed the crime!

No matter how things develop afterward, the cause is you—Xu Damao!

Horse-faced Xu Damao shouldered everything with tears in his eyes.

Not only did he have to rebuild the east wing of Jiangxia's house, but he also had to pay Zhang Erhua's medical expenses, write a self-criticism, and be sent to work in the workshop for three months.

However, the "kind-hearted" Li Huaide said that he could use the factory's building materials and lend him 100 yuan for emergencies, all he needed to do was put a few fingerprints on a blank piece of paper.

As for the entanglement between Liu Daba and Zhang Erhua...

Those are just family members of factory workers, not mine, Li Huaide's. You can do as you please, Boss Tie.

Xu Damao held the "100 yuan" that had been thrown back at him and fell into deep thought: Whose money should this be considered?

……

Over here, Wang Tiezhu brought back nearly 50 wooden carriages in one truck.

They even made a special trip to the small workshop to deliver the knobs and handles that the lumber mill had made for Jiangxia.

After tasting the sweet potato chips soaked in lard, he gave them a thumbs up.

"Hey, Jiang, this is great. I was so sick of eating dried sweet potatoes the other day that I was vomiting acid, but I didn't expect this stuff to taste so good when it's roasted until it's soft!"

Jiang Xia grinned, "Everything tastes delicious with lard!"

This batch of dried sweet potatoes was a gift from the south, as a token of gratitude to the inventor of the hand pump well. The factory gave it as a welfare benefit, distributing one pound to each worker who did heavy manual labor.

These dried sweet potatoes are naturally grown, unlike the soft, chewy kind from later generations that have been treated with additives.

Each one was dry and hard; it took a long time to chew off a single layer. Its only advantage was that it provided carbohydrates and was extremely filling.

On the contrary, the transport crew loved it. They would have one while driving, which was like chewing gum in modern times.

Because they are relatively easy to store, the drivers plan to use them as a reserve of dry food.

For people like them who are constantly on the road, eating is a difficult thing; they've almost thrown up from eating cornbread made from two kinds of flour.

The men in the transport team weren't short of money, so they pooled their money and bought a large quantity of goods from their coworkers and put them in the warehouse.

However, they did not expect that eating too much of this stuff would not only damage their teeth but also easily cause nausea.

A couple of days ago, when Wang Tiezhu ran into Jiang Xia, he casually mentioned it to him. Unexpectedly, Jiang Xia actually remembered it and used an air fryer to fry a batch for them.

In return, Wang Tiezhu pulled out a few pale yellow inner tubes from the carriage.

"I helped the car factory yesterday and managed to get a few from their warehouse. Guaranteed brand new!"

"Hey, what are you going to do with this?"

What for? Of course, it's for use as a sealing ring for a pressure cooker.

Although Yang Youning had been asked to coordinate with the Ministry of Chemical Industry, Jiang Xia perfectly inherited the long-standing tradition of "backup".

Eggs can't be put in the same basket. Back then, chemical technology wasn't very advanced, and most inner tubes were made directly from natural rubber.

Jiang Xia had been keeping an eye on it for a long time.

Although cutting by hand is a bit wasteful, it's still enough to seal a simple pot lid.

Press the handle and knob into place.

When the scanner scanned the area, everything except the hastily made sealing gaskets, which emitted a faint red light, appeared green.

He casually tossed in two large bones.

Electric pressure cooker, start!

Well, just to be on the safe side, the test engine shield was raised again, and a group of people hid behind the steel plate as Jiang Xia had suggested. After all, being killed by a pressure cooker would be too humiliating.

After heating for a short while, steam started coming out of the pressure cooker's exhaust valve, followed by a rapid hissing sound like a locomotive.

Inside the pot, there was also a constant gurgling sound.

Then, with a crisp click, the pressure valve that had been standing on the pot lid went down.

Jiang Xia breathed a sigh of relief. That was the right thing to do!

Then, a slight amount of heat slowly escaped from the edge of the pot lid.

Sigh~ The seal is still not good enough. It seems I'll have to use a custom-made sealing ring.

Jiang Xia was holding a small notebook and taking notes.

Fifteen minutes later, the mechanical timer finished ticking and made a dinging sound.

Jiang Xia looked at Li Tiezhu, who was holding a multimeter in his hands, and there were two wires extending from the inside of the pot in front of him.

With a quick probe, Tie Zhu nodded to Jiang Xia: "The timer has worked; the heating element inside the pot has lost power!"

Jiang Xia then approached the pressure cooker, pressed the exhaust valve, and a surge of hot air burst out from the exhaust port.

The aroma of meat instantly filled the small workshop.

Nan Yi stared in astonishment as he watched Jiang Xia use a chopstick to separate the cartilage from the large bone.

"This effect can only be achieved by simmering over a low flame for a whole day!"

Hehehe, isn't that awesome!

Jiang Xia proudly raised his head: "Who else!"

"Uh, the taste is a bit off... it has a rusty smell." Nan Yi sniffed hard, then looked at the inner tube with a large circle cut off, and shook his head.

"Well, there's nothing we can do about it. Stainless steel should be used, but Shijingshan District just didn't do their job properly!"

Jiangxia is blatantly shifting the blame.

"No, it's that there's also a rubbery smell. These two smells combined ruin a good pot of soup!"

Nan Yi looked at the slightly milky white soup and continued to shake his head regretfully.

"Minor details, nothing serious! Just tell me if it's fast or not..."

The rest of the group drank bone broth while watching the show.

"Ah, right, right, right. You guys keep arguing, we'll drink more!"