A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

Jiang Xia chewed on his pen, deep in thought.

First of all, a gearbox definitely needs to be installed. It can be simple, but it's essential. Especially reverse and neutral gears. If a tractor doesn't have reverse gear, the soil it plows won't form good ridges.

Neutral gear is the same; it saves so much effort.

Then, the steering mechanism can't be skimped on either; having to go around in a circle to make a turn is embarrassing to admit. A dog clutch is too difficult to implement; let's just use a ball-operated one.

The flywheel also needs a groove, otherwise the drive belt will keep running off-center.

The two truck tires that were added to the rear of the tractor to accommodate the seat were removed, and the seat was integrated into the rear cargo box.

In short, all the changes were made in accordance with the classic models of later generations.

While sketching and drawing, several improved drawings were completed.

The scanner scanned it, and it turned out great—all green.

He casually pulled out the blueprints for the thresher, rotary tiller, and water pump he had won in a lottery and handed them to Ma Weihong, who was inspecting workpieces in the workshop. He also clapped his hands a few times to get the attention of the master craftsmen.

After the explanation...

The transformation begins!

If it weren't for the fact that workers nowadays have a high social status, they would actually have a lot of work to do.

In no time, the brand-new tractor was modified, and even the previously exposed fuel tank and water tank were covered with protective covers.

Master Lin even installed a jogger lamp on it.

The accelerator and brake have also been changed to a motorcycle style, no longer just a lonely steel cable.

The trailer was made of steel plates that had just been bent by a bending machine in the workshop, and the original tires were installed on the trailer.

The modification was completed, and a scan still showed a sea of ​​red light, only the deep red had turned into a pale red.

It's okay, as long as the result is green.

After Liu Yongfu, an eighth-level welder, helped him modify a hand pump well into a water pump, he loaded two barrels of diesel fuel, and also took a drilling rig body and several steel pipes.

With Wang Kui, who had been following him, he drove straight to the Red Flag Commune.

The master craftsmen cheered again as they watched the tractor, now fully operational after the modifications. Then they began creating a backup, following the provided instructions.

After Jiang Xia ran out of the factory gate, the senior leaders at the stockpile yard had already finished their experience with the first-generation tractor and were chatting amongst themselves.

"This tractor is good, small and lightweight, but the throttle is too annoying. Mr. Li, you should make it foot-operated. I just plowed a rock and it almost broke my hand!"

The elderly man in military uniform scoffed, "Old Liu, I think you're used to being a writer. Look at me, I'm perfectly fine! But seriously, this machine is really powerful. It scooped up that patch of grass in one go. Back in the day, it would have been really hard to do without some effort!"

Minister Yang rubbed his palms: "This accelerator really needs to be changed. Have you noticed? This little guy seems to have never stopped except for refueling and adding water."

The elderly man in military uniform laughed heartily: "You're only just realizing this? I knew this little guy was like me—simple, hardworking, and resilient! He eats little but does a lot! He only needed to refuel twice all afternoon!"

"Old Xia! Those little tanks you gave me to the farm, they only needed to be refueled twice a morning. 40 liters each time! Tell me, how many liters does this little guy only take at a time?"

Ren Zhongyuan flipped through his notebook: "10 liters!"

"Damn it, Lao Xia, I'm not saying anything else! Replace all your broken-down little tanks with these, these~~~"

"Hey, after all this talk, what name did you give this little guy? It's not really a little grasshopper, is it?"

The elderly man in military uniform looked at Ren Zhongyuan, who hesitated for a moment before flipping through his notebook again.

If it were someone as shrewd as Li Huaide, he would definitely have gone along with it, saying something like, "We haven't come up with a name yet, let the leader come up with one."

But can Ren Zhongyuan do that?

He was extremely serious about mechanical design and would calmly read out the codes that the designer had already marked on the drawings.

“NB-666”

"What?"

"NB-666! This is the engine model number specified by its designer."

The elderly man in military uniform chuckled: "Hey, have you forgotten? Our instructor once said that tractor models and names cannot use foreign words!"

"Old Xia, is this true?"

Minister Xia laughed and said, "Yes, that's true. We even got everyone in the factory to come up with a name for it. We thought of things like Iron Ox, White Horse, and Dragon Gate."

"In the end, it was Director An from the factory office who came up with the name after hearing someone singing that Shaanxi folk song."

"As soon as it was submitted, the Ministry of Machine Building approved it!"

"But Lao Ren, Wang Huzi asked about the name of the tractor!"

Ren Zhongyuan slapped his notebook and glanced sideways at Li Changfu beside him.

Li Changfu covered his face, not daring to look at him, and for the first time wondered if he had spoiled Jiang Xia too much.

Ren Zhongyuan flipped through the notebook again, then handed it directly to Minister Xia, indicating that he should look at it himself.

"Hey, Old Ren, are you shy? It's just a name, you've already chosen it. Are we going to force you to change it?"

Minister Xia smiled as he took the notebook and glanced at it, but his smile froze on his face.

Then, without making a sound, he handed the notebook to someone else.

Silence is Cambridge tonight.

"Old Ren, how about we change this name?"

Just when the Minister of the First Ministry of Machine Building broke his promise and became rich.

Wang Kui drove his sputtering tractor, swaying and rocking on the dirt road.

It was already dark, and the electric headlights on the front of the car cast a dim yellow light.

Sanzhu helped Jiang Xia jog behind the car.

"Young master, it's so late, let's not go!" Sanzhu looked at Jiang Xia, who had a pale face, with some concern.

Jiang Xia paused for a moment, then immediately nodded.

"Wang Kui! Let's go! Let's head back home and have a drink with Grandma!"

Wang Kui immediately released the accelerator, shifted the gear lever to let the engine idle, and replied with a smile, "Alright, but we can already see the village lights ahead, shall we turn back?"

"Young master! Is that how you answer?! Shouldn't you have said, 'It's alright, if you're going to keep your word, you'll crawl if you have to!'"

"Pah! You've said all the nice things, what's the point of me saying anything more!"

Jiang Xia was too weak to walk any further. The long-term use of the scanner had made his already frail condition even worse.

Why not get on the bus?

Ha, walking on this dirt road has made him throw up several times already, what a waste.

I threw up the chicken leg I ate for lunch before it was even fully digested.

However, to be fair, people in that era were all physically weak.

Some people have even started to experience swelling.

However, there are always some exceptionally talented individuals, such as Li Tiejun and Jiang Sanzhu.

Jiang Xia beckoned with his finger, "Come carry me, since you said you wanted to crawl anyway."

Jiang Sanzhu carried Jiang Xia on his back with a bitter face.

"Hey? Sanzhu, there seems to be a woman up ahead, what's she shouting about?"

Jiang Sanzhu raised his head and looked at it carefully.

Suddenly, he carried Jiangxia on his back like a wild horse that had broken free of its reins.

"Xiuqin! I'm here!"