They were all in the backyard, and Yi Chuanzong arrived at his door in a few steps.
Click!
I stretched out my hand to touch the pull cord and pulled it, and the dark room suddenly became brighter. Even though the light was a little dim, it was also the only electrical appliance in the room, which was very precious in a world shrouded in darkness.
The room is very simple and seems a bit deserted, especially when there is only one person there.
It is six meters long and four meters wide, totaling more than 20 square meters. The white putty on the surface of the wall is slightly yellowish.
The innermost one on the left is a wooden frame bed, covered with navy blue gingham sheets. The bedside is a neatly folded quilt, and a soft highland barley leather pillow is placed on it.
There is a simple desk on the right side of the door, with a high bench in front of it. After dinner at around six o'clock, there is nothing else to do. Yi Chuanzong often sits here.
Gently lift up one end of the stick, and then push the stick to the far left. Then Yi Chuanzong pulled up the stool and sat down.
It is inevitable that he will miss the days without mobile phones. He usually plans for the future and looks forward to a better life in the future, such as patting his mother-in-law and exchanging feelings, or even just hugging and chatting about home life.
He took the yellow leather notebook lying next to him, opened the pages filled with writing on the front, and came to a slightly yellow page. Yi Chuanzong picked up the pencil on the table and wrote on it: 10.3 bones, milk 5
The top line reads: 9.30 tones, baby 10
This page belongs to Qin Huairu. Yi Chuanzong simply recorded the large amount of data. It was originally for the purpose of statistics on the system's critical hit patterns, but after today's experiment, he found that there seemed to be no need to record it.
He has vaguely determined the true meaning of a critical hit. This behavior that can produce a certain amount of feedback can lead to a certain critical hit, and based on the size or intensity of the feedback, the multiple of the critical hit is determined.
"You are indeed suitable for brushing up on skills!"
The pencil rotated in Yi Chuanzong's fingers, and his eyes looked at the pen shadow on the paper a little erratically. Qin Huairu smiled at him today, and she smiled very cutely, but he was not happy.
His appearance at that time was obviously very vulgar, and his eyes were full of aggression. Such an offensive behavior was not reprimanded and driven away, but instead he showed a gesture of wanting to refuse but to welcome him back.
Qin Huairu compromised, perhaps for the sake of his future life, or for the sake of the three children at home.
No matter what it is, she already has a hint of the shadow in the play.
This is not what Yi Chuanzong wants to see. If Qin Huairu scolded him today, he would be much happier.
For a moment, a figure appeared in front of Yi Chuanzong's eyes. The face was not very beautiful, but his personality was much more stubborn and his eyes were more sincere.
Yi Chuanzong shook his head quickly and threw away the shadow of the flower widow in front of him. He felt guilty and did not dare to think about it.
"I can't live my life anymore, how can there be so many interesting souls? Qin Huairu should just be a tool man!"
"But the tool man can only be my tool man, otherwise he will be awkward! He still needs to be trained!"
"sleep!"
After washing up, it was only around eight o'clock in the evening. Yi Chuanzong turned off the lights and lay on the bed. He went to bed early and dreamed of everything.
The night is long, the night is long.
the next day.
It’s another normal day of working and lifting irons.
There are relatively few machines in workshop No. 6, with a total of two lathes, a grinder and a milling machine.
At this time, Yi Chuanzong was concentrating on the high-speed rotating workpiece, turning the crank handle with one hand to control the feed amount of the turning tool.
Next to him, Jin Yong finished processing a workpiece and put it into a box on the machine. He turned around and looked into the box opposite. There were obviously more workpieces in that box than in his own.
"Chuanzong, I didn't expect you to be quite skilled at operating the lathe." Gu Palladium
Yi Chuanzong just nodded slightly. Today's lathes do not have automatic tool feed. This requires the operator to control the feed amount. This is a delicate job and cannot be sloppy.
Jin Yong didn't care, adjusted the chuck to be larger, and inserted an unprocessed workpiece again.
"Zhuan Zong, someone is looking for you outside." A shout came from the distance.
Jin Yong looked up, then turned around and shouted, "I know, I'll tell him when he makes this piece soon!"
"It's at the factory gate!"
This time Jin Yong did not reply, but raised his arm to indicate that he understood.
As time passed by, Yi Chuanzong was still turning the handle at a constant speed, counting the circles in his mind and calculating the distance of the knife.
"Ding, the system randomly selects. This time it is a double critical hit. Based on your current behavior of operating the lathe, the fitter skill level is 2."
The beeps of the system were ignored by Yi Chuanzong. It was not until two minutes later that he moved the tool holder back, stopped the rotation of the chuck, turned off the circuit of the lathe, and could not perform the replacement operation until the chuck stopped rotating.
"Chuanzong, someone is looking for you at the door of the factory!" Jin Yong said aloud after noticing the actions here.
"Oh, thanks, I'll go take a look now."
Yi Chuanzong waited for the chuck to stop rotating, removed the workpiece on it, closed the entire lathe, and then walked outside.
There are thousands of operations, and safety comes first.
Although Workshop No. 6 is not far from the gate, it is not too close either. After all, it is a large factory with 20,000 people. After jogging for a mile, he arrived at the door of the factory.
Just looking at the people waiting outside, Yi Chuanzong was a little surprised. This was a young man with a 37-cent haircut. His face was rounder, his complexion was slightly whiter, and he was dressed in neat youth clothes. He was interested in this person. No impression.
"Who are you?"
The neatly dressed young man looked up and down and said, "My name is Qiao Lilong, and I'm here to help Zong Lie deliver something. You should be Yi Chuanzong, right?"
Although he asked this question, he was already certain in his heart that the man in front of him was stronger than he thought.
"Zong Lie?"
Yi Chuanzong was stunned for a moment, then said: "Are you from the army? My prey was given to me that day, what else do you want to give me now?"
Qiao Lilong smiled awkwardly, "I'm not a soldier, I'm a clerk at the Dongcheng Cultural Bureau. The leader asked me to come over and give you something. He said it was a reward that Zong Lie applied for you in the last mission. Because the mission is secretive, it is not convenient to make it public. That’s why I will transfer it to you privately.”
As he spoke, he took out a stack of bills from the lining of his youth uniform and handed it over.
Yi Chuanzong took a look and saw that there was a brand new one-catty food stamp on it. Such a thick stack must weigh a hundred or ten catties.
He just casually said that there was not enough food to eat while chatting, and then they gave him food stamps? Another sudden show of love!
Knowing the source, Yi Chuanzong reached out and took it with confidence, and then asked: "How is he now? Is the injury healed?"
Qiao Lilong said uncertainly: "This...I don't know this either, but the unit said that the leader's nephew is admitted to the Third Hospital."
Yi Chuanzong immediately frowned, "The third hospital?"
There must be a health center directly under the army. How could it be possible to go outside for treatment? Could something have happened?
But judging from Qiao Lilong's appearance, he probably didn't know either. Yi Chuanzong nodded and said, "Thank you, comrade. I'll go see him when I have time."
"You're welcome. I just came out to work and brought a few things along the way. Now that the things have been handed over to you, I still need to send other documents."