A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

Jiangxia received approval from his employer and began installing the machining center in this warehouse.

Fortunately, there were several large gourds hanging on the top of the warehouse, which saved a lot of trouble.

With many hands make light work, and the soldiers who remained in the warehouse became Jiangxia's best asset.

That's not all. Despite the sandstorm, Tu Gou brought over a dozen technicians to watch the installation, and he also brought in a basket of cornbread.

"Kid, I brought you this right out of the pot!"

Jiang Xia picked up the cornbread, dusted off the sand, and ate it. A mere grain of sand was nothing to him; he'd even eaten steamed buns dipped in engine oil before.

By scattering some sand on the ground, Jiangxia used it as a blackboard for his lectures, and by drawing a simple schematic diagram of a machine tool with a straw in hand.

"Come and take a look, you need to be extra careful when installing this! Due to material limitations, these parts are a little twisted, so you must first... then..."

Jiangxia explained the instructions carefully, and the technicians studied diligently. After the key points of the installation were explained, they began the actual operation.

As he explained, he also demonstrated how to install it, even explaining the technique of tightening screws in great detail.

The technicians occasionally made "whoosh" sounds, sometimes writing furiously, and sometimes operating the equipment themselves.

The stray dog ​​watched with a broad smile.

Bored, Wang Kui tidied up the blankets for Jiang Xia and then came over.

What are you grinning about?

"Hehe, it's always good to be on your own. You didn't see how pathetic those Russians were!"

"Look at that kid tightening screws. He waited outside the Russians' house all night for a problem... He got so cold that his hands are hard to use now."

"That kid over there, the one with the pockmarked face. Back when the Russians burned the blueprints, after they left, he soaked his clothes and jumped right into that gasoline drum..."

"I held back for quite some time, afraid the Russians would come back after hearing the noise."

"Uh~ Didn't you say that the older brother was quite honest back then?" Wang Kui took out his cigarette case.

"Pah!" The dog, afraid of disturbing Jiang Xia and the others, pulled Wang Kui away a bit.

"Be honest my foot! The blueprints are incomplete! That expert group leader is so arrogant, he's made four different specifications for a single pipe... He'd rather die than tell you the parameters."

"The answer is always the same: the alliance has them, and they'll send them to us when the time comes."

"And that oxygen, they said our oxygen is produced by a fertilizer factory, we'd rather die than use it, damn it!"

"But there were some good Russians who told us before they left that the oxygen levels were up to standard."

Hearing this, Wang Kui nodded. He was the one who went to the fertilizer plant in Jilin to deliver the truckload of liquid oxygen—a full 32 tons—and the plant produced it in just five days.

Unexpectedly, this is the kind of evaluation I received from the Russians.

Old Wang clenched his fists tightly: "My eldest brother has some, my second brother has some, but none of them are as good as having something at home!"

Just as the two were having a lively conversation, Jiang Xia started calling for Old Wang.

"Brother Wang, that thing has been delivered. It's the final step!"

Wang Kui patted his head, picked up the small spinning top, and walked over.

The dog gritted its teeth as it watched the busy Jiang Xia, then squeezed out through the small door again.

"Installation complete! Start testing!"

what to do?

A technician pulled out a blueprint: "Jiang, let's do this! This thing has been stuck with us for two months!"

Jiang Xia took a look and exclaimed, "Hey, it's a corrugated pipe! Teacher Guo mentioned it earlier."

To be honest, using a machining center isn't impossible, but it's a bit wasteful. In his opinion, a punch press is the most suitable tool for this; as long as you have the relevant molds, pressing one at a time is not a problem.

Hey, something's wrong.

This numerical requirement is quite high; the precision has reached 2.0.

No problem!

Even with a thick steel bar, we can make it for you. It just requires resetting the parameters, and the calculations involved are quite extensive.

Looking at the honest and hardworking technicians, Jiang Xia grinned happily.

Once the abacus is started working, it goes off like a clattering machine.

The technicians here are all experts in abacuses, their fingers flying like butterflies among flowers.

While everyone was engrossed in calculating, Jiang Xia asked Wang Kui for a dark-colored object and stuffed it into his mouth.

Hmm, Russian chocolate.

It's not that we didn't share it with everyone, it's just that there was only one piece of food in the supplies, so we didn't get any.

The scanner was turned on to check the machine tool's condition; it seemed alright, no major problems. Jiang Xia then walked around to the back of the machine tool.

I glanced down at the ground and noticed a nut sticking out. Hmm, I'll have to fix this later, or I might bump my foot.

Unexpectedly, a large red box popped up on the scanner.

Unnamed surface-to-surface missile.

Fault:

1. Propulsion Conveyor Connector System

2. Propulsion system storage tank...

Before the display was even finished, Jiang Xia's vision went black.

I quickly turned off that deadly thing and swallowed the chocolate in my mouth.

Damn, when did this thing become able to see through things? It never happened when I was working in the factory.

Moreover, the amount of energy consumed is terrifying. Even the train accident didn't cause this much trouble.

"Jiang, calculation complete!"

Jiang Xia, leaning against the fuselage, caught his breath: "Cross-verification!"

"Understood, the four groups will cross-check each other!"

Jiang Xia reached into his bag again, rummaged around, and found, "Hmm, there's still some sugar. I'd better eat it!"

"Cross-validation complete, please input parameters!"

"Proceed step by step!"

The technicians looked at each other and said, "Jiang, this is quite important. Why don't you take over?"

Jiang Xia yelled, "What are you afraid of? We made this ourselves, use it as much as you want, and if it breaks, I'll fix it for you! I'll just replace it with a new one!"

The technicians suddenly realized: Hey, that's how it is! We used to deal with Russian equipment, and if we touched it, we'd get yelled at for ages. But now there are no more Russians around.

on!

Even if it gets damaged, there's still Engineer Jiang.

A group of people happily began to follow the power-on procedures.

Wang Kui, however, sensed something was amiss and was about to look for Jiang Xia.

Jiang Xia crawled out from behind the machine tool and began to instruct the technicians on the operating procedures.

"Alright, parameters complete, feed normal. On the first pass, carefully observe the position of the cutting edge. As long as there's no collision, you're more than halfway there!"

"Now, let's wait! However, you can still observe the route and see if there's anything that can be optimized."

Ah~~

I feel so weak, so weak, I want to eat meat.

Just as I was thinking this, the pressure cooker next to me started steaming out with a pleasant aroma.

Ok?

The stray dog ​​ran over and asked, "Hey, so that means this machine tool can process parts on its own without me watching it?"

"Let's go! Let's eat and watch!"

When the pressure cooker was opened, a unique aroma wafted out.

"Uncle Earth Dog, where did you get this meat from in the Gobi Desert? It smells delicious!"

"That's right, it's originally called Fragrant Meat."

Upon hearing the term, the technician nearby exclaimed, "Uh, comrade, this is the one Cherkov left behind..."

"Eat quickly, stop talking nonsense. I've wanted to kill you for a long time."

"Uh, didn't our general say this is a symbol of friendship?"

"Yeah, good feelings should be kept in your heart, what's wrong with that?"