Chapter 1 A Technical School Student Comes to a Small Factory
1985, Bingyuan County, Bei Xi City, Anhe Province.
It was a summer noon, the sun was scorching the earth, and cicadas were scrambling to chirp on the paulownia trees. The narrow streets of Pingyuan County were full of stalls selling various cheap industrial products and agricultural and sideline products.
.Colorful, crudely printed celebrity posters were posted outside the door of the street store. Su Rui was shouting at the top of her lungs on the four-speaker tape recorder:
“There is no heaven or earth!
There is no home without land!
Without home, where would you be?
Where would I be without you..."
Outside the bus station, a tall and handsome young man was carrying a luggage roll on his shoulders and a military green satchel slung across his chest. Next to him was a large canvas bag filled with daily necessities and a few books.
Standing under a big camphor tree, looking at the strange scene in front of me, a helpless smile appeared on his face.
The young man’s name is Qin Hai. In his bag is a registration card that reads:
Qin Hai, male, born in 1967, originally from Jiangshan County, Anhe Province, is a 1985 student of the Casting Major of the Anhe Agricultural Mechanization School. He has passed the exam and has been allowed to graduate. He is now assigned to work at Qingfeng Agricultural Machinery Factory in Pingyuan County, Anhe Province...
The registration certificate was quite satisfactory. It was not strange for a technical school student to be assigned to work in the county agricultural machinery factory. But no one knew that something extraordinary had happened to this ordinary technical school student. A soul had traveled through the 21st century.
It came and took over the body of its original owner.
Before traveling back in time, Qin Hai was a young postdoc at the Institute of Materials, National Academy of Sciences, in the early 21st century. He was known as a "ghost" in the entire Academy of Sciences system. There are many experts in the Institute of Materials, and there are many talented people, but everyone has their own areas of expertise.
Either they are engaged in polymers, or they are engaged in inorganic non-metals, or they are engaged in superconductors, or they are engaged in performance. Only Qin Hai can be called an all-rounder. I don’t know why this guy is so energetic.
After a few years of working on the rover, he published dozens of SCI papers, each of which was actually in a different field. After each paper was published, it would trigger a major academic discussion in a certain field, and the paper was
The number of citations was so high that all his colleagues were jealous.
If such a talent can stay in the laboratory and produce results for several years, it will be almost easy for him to become a Yangtze River scholar, an outstanding young person, etc. But Qin Hai is a restless person.
Just as he was restless in academics, he was equally unconventional in life. During one vacation, he went to climb a snow-capped mountain that had never been conquered with a group of travel companions whom he knew somewhere. As a result, he encountered an avalanche.
The group is destroyed...
Perhaps because God couldn't bear to let such a genius he created disappear so easily, Qin Hai's soul traveled through time and space and came to the mid-1980s, where it attached itself to the body of a newly graduated technical school student and was reborn.
Alas, I finally chose my life...
Qin Hai, who has transformed into a technical school student, sighed and found psychological comfort for himself. Compared with the previous life, he is much younger in this life. This can be regarded as a benefit of time travel. Also, it is said that the air in the 1980s is also
It is fresher than those of later generations. Shouldn’t I enjoy this wonderful life without PM2.5?
Thinking of this, Qin Hai took a deep breath, but before he could hold it in for a second, he blew it all out again.
What does this smell like! Sulfur dioxide from the coking plant, dimethoate from the pesticide plant, ammonia from the fertilizer plant, acetylene from the calcium carbide plant... Who can say that there is no pollution in this era!
Qin Hai pouted twice, picked up the canvas bag, and walked forward. As he walked, he asked passers-by: "Excuse me, how to get to Qingfeng Agricultural Machinery Factory..."
"Go forward, keep walking along this road. After passing the county center, walk another 800 meters. Turn left at the entrance of the pesticide factory. 300 meters further, there is a big red iron gate, which is Qingfeng Factory."
A cultural man wearing glasses gave detailed instructions.
"Thank you very much." Qin Hai thanked him and continued to move forward.
After walking for more than ten steps, there were rapid footsteps catching up from behind. Qin Hai looked back and saw that it was the enthusiastic cultural man who had just given the way.
"Young man, wait, wait."
"What?" Qin Hai stopped and asked in surprise.
The cultural man ran to Qin Hai, took a few deep breaths, and then said: "Young man, I accidentally said something wrong just now. After you pass the county center, you have to walk 900 meters to the pesticide factory. If you only
After walking 800 meters, turn left and you will fall into the fish pond."
"Uh..." Qin Hai was speechless. Do I look like such a mentally retarded person? He looked at the enthusiastic person carefully and made sure that he was not joking. He had to thank him again calmly: "Thank you, master... It's so dangerous.
I’m not very good at water..."
The enthusiastic people went back with peace of mind. Qin Hai wiped the sweat from his head and was about to continue on his way, but was attracted by a dispute on the roadside not far away.
"It's a group of them, stop them!"
"Make them refund your money!"
"Liars! Take them to the public security bureau!"
Five middle-aged men dressed as farmers, holding various farm tools in their hands, gathered around a roadside stall and shouted loudly, their tone full of anger. Then, a man about the same age as Qin stood up from the stall surrounded by them.
The fat man, who looked similar to Hai and had a waist twice as big as Qin Hai, retorted angrily:
"What are you talking about? We sell things here every Sunday, how could we be a liar!"
"Yes, if we are liars, why don't we run away?" Two more young people stood up, one tall and one short, echoing the fat man's words. It seems that the three of them should be together and belong to this stall.
stall owner.
"You say you are not liars. Look at this shovel. I bought it from you. I have only used it for a week and the blade has curled up. This shovel of yours is made of paper!" A leading man among the farmers held it in his hand.
He thrust his shovel right up to the tip of the fat man's nose and asked sternly.
The fat man stepped back half a step so that his eyes could focus on the shovel. After taking a look, his tone softened significantly, but he still quibbled a bit: "Who... who
I know what you are using this shovel for. Our shovels are made of the best steel, so the quality is absolutely no problem..."
"What else can I do with a shovel, of course, shoveling the ground! At my age, I have used dozens of shovels, and none of them are as bad as your shovel! You said that your shovel is made of good steel, you
Isn’t there some more at this stall? Let’s try a handful!” the leading farmer said angrily.
The fat man said: "Why did you try the shovel on our stall? Whose responsibility is it if it breaks?"
"Your shovel broke in the first try, but you still dare to say that the quality is okay!" the farmers clamored.
"Can I eat the vegetables grown by your farmers before paying for them?" the young people retorted.
"Of course, if it doesn't taste good, there's no charge!"
"...What about the pigs you raise? Can you kill them first and take a look?"
"Kill if you kill. If there is no fat, I will give it away for free..."
"..."
The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder as both parties exchanged words. The three young men obviously lacked confidence in what they were selling. They refused to allow the other party to test the farm tools on their stalls, but at the same time insisted that the other party buy them.
The farm tools were damaged due to improper use. As for the five farmers who bought fake and inferior goods, they were already angry. Seeing that they were such scoundrels made them even more furious.
"Please calm down, what's going on? Can you let me, a passerby, comment on the truth?" Qin Hai walked forward with his luggage and said to both parties in the conflict with a smile. He is not a nosy person.
But seeing that the confrontation between the two sides was so fierce, and both of them had weapons on their hands, they were afraid that if they disagreed with each other, they would start using spades and pickaxes, with their arms and legs flying around, so they hurried forward to break up the fight.
"Who are you? Mind your own business." The fat man glanced at Qin Hai and asked dissatisfiedly. He knew that there was something wrong with his products, and passers-by could tell at a glance that they were the ones to blame, so he didn't want others to interfere.
"I'm a passerby, here to break up the fight." Qin Hai said with a smile. Seeing that the three young people were unwilling to cooperate with him, he turned to the five farmers and said, "Uncles, you are arguing.
What, can you tell me about it?"
The farmers were all honest and good-natured people, and they were all past the age of competitiveness. The dispute with the three young men was not originally their intention. When they saw someone coming forward to help with the matter, several farmers were shocked.
Very happy, the leading farmer pointed to the shovel in his hand and said to Qin Hai:
"You come to judge this. This is the shovel I bought from them last week. I blame myself for being cheap. I saw that their shovels were sold for 50 cents cheaper than Zhang Laosan's blacksmith shop, so I bought them from them. The result
I bought it and used it for less than a week, but the blade became curled. What kind of shovel could be of such poor quality?"
Qin Hai took the shovel from the farmer's hand, looked at the blade, tapped it with his fingernail, listened to the sound of the metal, and said: "It is indeed a good piece of steel, if I'm not mistaken.
, this should be No. 65 manganese steel, no one would be willing to use such good steel to make shovels."
"Did you hear that? Did you hear that?" When the three young people heard that Qin Hai was actually speaking for them, they turned from anger to joy and echoed incessantly. The fat man even stretched out his thick bear paw and patted Qin Hai on the shoulder.
, said: "Brother, you are an expert! You can even see the steel number."
"Don't be happy yet." Qin Hai turned around, still with a smile on his face, "I haven't finished speaking yet. Steel is indeed good steel, but it's a pity that it was ruined by you. Let me ask you, what do you think of this?
After forging the shovel, was it not quenched?"
"..." The fat man's smile suddenly condensed on his face, and he stammered for a long time before asking: "What do you mean, what is war..."