A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

The amusement is over, but the two factory managers are under immense pressure lately.

Although it wasn't explicitly stated above, it was clearly indicated, both overtly and covertly, that they didn't want to lose too badly.

There is a tradition among Chinese people that no matter how much they fight at home, they must always be "unanimous" in their attitude towards others.

Now that the mission was nearing completion, both of them breathed a sigh of relief and were finally in the mood for another fight.

Then, a truck from the factory arrived, carrying ten sets of each type of pot. The two factory managers squeezed into the driver's seat, neither willing to give way, and together they delivered the pots.

Ha, childish.

Jiang Xia ignored the two middle-aged men who were going through a midlife crisis and continued doing her own thing.

As usual, we gathered the technical team and divided the gasoline engine blueprints into blocks.

Each person signed the project participation form, then went to find a master craftsman they knew to polish the parts, and finally gathered in the confidential workshop.

Everyone knew each other very well, the only difference being that each of them carried a cloth bag.

Li Tiejun's was even more outrageous; his cloth bag even had two small ears on it.

"The heating bag is round and bulging, warming my palms like the sun. The two little ears are so cute, it looks good hanging anywhere."

Ma Weihong placed the bag on her lower abdomen, looking quite content.

"Xiao Jiang, let's change the name. 'Heating Bag' is too obvious!"

"Babies are so warm and cozy in winter, their rosy cheeks and smiling faces are so cute!"

"Let's call it Pleasant Goat!"

"What a beautiful poem!"

"Yours isn't bad either!"

Jiang Xia and Li Tiejun exchanged a glance, their sense of satisfaction reaching its peak!

Everyone felt a chill.

While everyone was busy with the new stuff, Jiang Xia led Tie Jun back to the stockpile yard.

We need to load the truck tonight, so we have to drain all the engine oil and diesel from the tractor.

Firstly, for transportation safety, and secondly, after a long break-in period, there must be quite a few metal shavings in the oil tank.

The two of them found a colleague from the maintenance department, and it took them most of the day to get everything sorted out.

The black, grimy paws rubbed against the ground, then poked around in the sand nearby, washing away most of the machine oil from its hands.

A group of people stood arm in arm a hundred meters away before daring to light their cigarettes.

"Hey, Jiang Xia. What's the point of making that little gasoline engine? It's so small, it might have 3 or 4 horsepower at most. What can it do?"

Jiangxia calmly replied: "Free up your legs!"

"Huh~ something smaller than my fist can run?"

Tie Jun brought his fist, as big as a clay pot, closer, and Jiang Xia directly compared it to his head.

Damn, they're almost the same size now.

Facts speak louder than words; just don't say "it smells so good!" when the time comes!

Tie Zhu was asked to bring his "Torch" motorcycle, and he led his colleagues from the maintenance department straight to the small workshop.

This time, Jiang Xia didn't do it himself. He just hung up the installation diagram and helped his friends figure out how the various parts worked together.

I explained it thoroughly, taking into account the already mature single-cylinder diesel engine.

Why go into such detail?

Ladies and gentlemen, the blueprints for the single-cylinder diesel engine have all been distributed. Each factory will need to designate personnel to provide support and guidance.

At the same time, the factory standards for engines also need to be checked by people.

When the time comes, I'll give you an order: where do you go or where do you go?

Jiangxia didn't want to travel all over the country on a green train. At that time, green trains were not only deadly, but also extremely dangerous!

While everything is fine now and those big shots are functioning normally, if we don't train some people soon, we'll be wasting their good intentions.

Besides, there will be performance reviews at the end of the year. If you help your colleagues get familiar with things, you might get a raise, right?

Jiang Xia's friends, who were treated as mere tools, were unaware of his "lazy" mentality and studied extremely diligently.

To put it bluntly, one could make a living making a single-cylinder engine, so what's wrong with being a tool?

If not now, when?

After a flurry of activity, the 45cc gasoline engine was assembled.

The team assembled a total of 5 units, and Jiangxia no longer wants to use the scanner.

It's just a small thing anyway, it won't explode much.

As usual, put the test vehicle on the test stand! Surround it with steel plates.

As the engine started, something interesting happened.

One machine kept making "farting" sounds, while the other, like a person burping, would burp every now and then.

The other one went even further, backfiring directly.

Flames erupted from the entire combustion chamber.

After another flurry of activity, everyone finally managed to extinguish the fire with sand.

The team members in charge of assembly all had their heads hanging low.

Jiang Xia didn't take it seriously. He disassembled several faulty machines on the spot and explained why the problem occurred.

Then, with a wave of his hand, he told them to continue assembling.

Jiang Xia watched his friend taking detailed notes, smiling without saying a word.

Hurry up and learn! Once you've mastered it, you'll all be sent on business trips!

……

It was another fulfilling day. With Jiangxia's help, the team finally managed to put together a few usable machines.

Wang Kui and his brothers went all out, making about a thousand iron powder heating bags. They even produced several hundred saturated sodium acetate heating bags.

They discovered that although the calorific value of saturated sodium acetate was not as high as that of the iron powder version, when you were on guard duty, holding one in your hand would even warm up your rifle!

So they piled up in their ammunition depot.

Jiang Xia, with ill intentions, took the opportunity to go inside and browse around. He piled up the fruits of the security department's labor in his own space.

Hey, this is how you really enjoy using a space warehouse!

Liu Hongjun looked at the work results, which were clearly downgraded, with suspicion, wondering whether he should go to Wang Kui to report the situation.

Damn it!

It's a pity Wang Kui isn't here; even if he were, he wouldn't have said anything.

Because he himself was the one who intercepted the most.

At this moment, Wang Kui is showing off in some "old nest"...

An electric pressure cooker, an air fryer, and the newly made regular double-safety pressure cooker—all are neatly arranged on the counter…

"Damn, why wasn't this kid born a few years earlier? If we'd had this back then, there wouldn't even be that thread!"

A burly man covered in red spots clung to a heating bag with one arm that had no hand and wouldn't let go.

The other curiously pried open a small metal piece inside the bag.

The supersaturated sodium acetate solution crystallized rapidly under the vibration of the iron plate, emitting bursts of warmth at the same time.

Hey! This is fun!

As he spoke, he stuck the small plastic bag onto his wound, which was about the size of a bowl: "Feels good! Just like soaking in hot water!"

Wang Kui glanced at it and explained, "The little guy said this can be reused. When it's not hot anymore, just throw it in hot water and it will turn back into a liquid."

Another elderly man wearing glasses stared intently at several pressure cookers.

"High pressure, high pressure? Did that kid tell you how many atmospheres of pressure he could reach?"

Wang Kui shrugged: "No, who cares about the quantity, as long as it works!"

"Tsk, that's true. Let's test its quality. If it works well, we'll send some westward."

The old man pointed to one of the pots.

Wang Kui added some water, threw in some rice, and tossed in a few dark, mushy dried sweet potatoes.

"How many revolutions is it for cooking rice again?" Wang Kui glanced at the instruction manual. "Hey, this brat, he only talks about how many revolutions it takes to cook meat, but what about the rice!"

"Never mind, let's do five laps!"

Plug in the power~

quack!

The lights went out~~

"Wang Kui, you idiot, I told you to use the one for burning firewood!"