They are all engaged in tedious and repetitive labor, and there are big differences between individuals, that is, the processing of small parts.
The Bobosha submachine gun is equivalent to a simplified version of the Popod submachine gun. It can be further simplified and is the Bobos submachine gun. Even if it is simplified, it does not mean that it is just a pair of silly, big, black and thick parts.
Toy, in the most critical part of the gun, its delicate structure cannot be changed. It is this detailed assembly that has to waste a lot of workers' time.
More time is acceptable, and equipment work is also accompanied by dangers. After all, the rivet gun is a "weapon" in itself.
There are many rivets on a submachine gun, and young and promising masters like Andlovna are certainly not exempt from it. As for some newcomers who are eager for quick success, they even accidentally rivet off their own fingers.
Although it is a work-related injury, the factory or even the labor union will not provide any compensation. The medical technology in this time and space cannot yet reattach a broken finger. The injured can only receive some extra rations, and will be evaluated after the injury is recovered to determine whether to resume work.
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Most of them choose to tolerate it, and if they are injured at work, they just endure it instead of reporting it.
How did Andlovna become a veteran? Her arms, which were covered by her sleeves, already had a large number of small wounds. Fortunately, her fingers were still intact.
Now, the protection of workers' rights and interests has been forced to the minimum. Being able to fill one's stomach every day is already a great happiness.
For the factory director, of course he wants to show the best side of his factory to the general. As for the bad side, it is best for outsiders to know nothing about it.
It is because the food supply is too small, and the workers are very willing to work overtime for various reasons. Excessive physical and energy consumption is in conflict with the daily supply of up to 400 grams of bread, and many people even starve and pass out at their jobs.
Even so, they still work here, and the simplest reason is very simple: if they participate in the production of arms, they will receive high-level food rations.
The entire assembly workshop actually has four teams, each with an average of ten people, and the entire workshop only has forty people.
This small number of assemblers in a factory may seem unusual, but considering its size and output, it is indeed reasonable to have only this few assemblers.
Yang Mingzhi walked around three times again, watching them assemble the parts and rivet the last rivet.
This is the production of submachine guns, and a group of young women take on the work of men.
Back at the door of the factory, Yang Mingzhi couldn't help but ask the factory director Nikolayevsky: "They are all women, and the lathe workshop is also all women?"
"Yes, most of the workers are women. General, are you going to the lathe shop now?"
"Of course! I want to see how those lesbians operate the punch press. This is the important purpose of my trip."
The smell of engine oil in the factory is indeed strong, and as a veteran military engineer, Yang Mingzhi has long been accustomed to it. Just like a hospital should be filled with the smell of disinfectant, he feels that a machinery factory without the smell of engine oil is incredible.
He continued to hold his wife's little hand, thinking that he had talked a lot with that Andlovna, and whether his wife was a little jealous? He just went to visit and inspect, and for a while he forgot about his wife.
"Let's go, let's change places and continue looking."
"oh……"
Yang Tao's perfunctory statement really made Yang Mingzhi feel uncomfortable for a while. Taking a closer look at his wife's little face, he was really a little unhappy.
"Oh, dear, you..."
"It's nothing, I just feel a little uncomfortable."
"I feel uncomfortable, but..."
"It's in the stomach. It's really bad. Maybe... maybe I still need to find a place to rest."
Yang Mingzhi shrugged. He thought his wife was a little jealous, so he found an excuse to go to a quiet and warm place. The so-called out of sight, out of mind.
Is she really jealous? Of course she is, she is really unhappy.
But those were minor problems. She really felt sick to her stomach. Carang Tao had greatly underestimated how strong the smell of engine oil was. If she went to the new factory and followed her husband closely, she might be embarrassed in public...
"Is that okay? If you don't follow me..." Yang Mingzhi asked softly.
"Okay, don't worry about me. They will take good care of me. Just do your own thing."
This was an opportunity. She had already shown the Gold Star Medal to all the female employees, and it directly caused whispers. Nikolaevsky felt that the "work" of the general's wife could end here, not to mention that her situation was not good: "General
Comrade, don’t worry, we will take good care of your wife.”
"you?"
"We have a warm lounge where she can even lie down on a soft bed and take a nap."
"Forget it, she should go home. Next is our men's work. To be honest, maybe this girl shouldn't come. Well, specifically, pregnant women shouldn't come."
Women can hold up half the sky. What Yang Tao saw today gave her a deeper feeling. Women can hold up more than half the sky. In this arsenal, women hold up most of the sky.
Factory 830 in the hands of Nikolayevsky is simply a military factory for women!
But she shouldn't ignore her husband's words. She knew what the so-called lathe workshop was like. This was an absolutely peaceful area. The lathe workshop was obviously larger than the one in the swamp, and the smell of engine oil was stronger.
In the end, the bus from Factory 830 took Carambola directly back to the Academy of Sciences. The strong girl kept suppressing the discomfort in her stomach, even if the bumps in the vehicle intensified the discomfort.
She returned to her residence safely. When she got out of the car, she didn't care about Grishchenko's response. She immediately went to the toilet and vomited out her lunch meal.
The pregnancy reaction was extremely bad, and the smell of engine oil induced this feeling. I vomited and made my whole body feel dizzy.
But she is by no means a pretentious person. The medal on her chest proves how brave she was. Going to the hospital? It is totally unreasonable.
She rested in her bedroom, but the vigilant Grishenko still made a call to the internal hospital of the Academy of Sciences. After a while, two doctors came on bicycles...
Star fruit ate some stomach-building waist, drank some saline solution and rested quietly. It was all due to her persistence, and her husband on the other side of the city had no idea about it.
"He has to come back in a few hours, but I can't let him see me haggard."
She slept peacefully, hoping to wait for her husband to come back happily, and could not see that she had been haggard and embarrassed.
Yang Mingzhi really knew nothing about this.
His mind has been completely attracted by the work of the stamping lathe.
The main structural material of the Bobosha submachine gun is steel plate. A piece of plate is put into the mold, and a powerful punch presses it into a suitable shape.
The barrel of the submachine gun is cut from a Mosin-Nagant rifle barrel, and its metal shell is processed using a punch machine.
A stamping has a long time interval. It uses the ductility of steel to complete the operation. The submachine gun mainly uses an alloy material. After all, the main component is iron, and the stamping speed cannot be too fast.
This process also consumes a lot of electricity. Fortunately, Novosibirsk made some adjustments. It is called that civilian power is suspended during the day to maintain sufficient voltage to satisfy industry first, except for the Academy of Sciences campus.
Compared with the assembly workshop, the lathe workshop has a stronger smell of engine oil, which is also mixed with other smells.
Yang Mingzhi took a careful look and saw that there were six lying lathes, two milling machines, and four stamping lathes.
This is the production workshop where most of the parts needed for firearms are produced!
Ordinary lathes are responsible for the preliminary production of gun stocks and the rough processing of a large number of metal parts.
The milling machine further refines all rough-machined wooden and metal parts into appropriate shapes.
For this operation, Yang Mingzhi was keenly aware that as far as craftsmanship was concerned, the tolerance requirements did not need to be too strict.
Based on his own experience, he has always felt that the tolerance of military products must be kept within one hundredth of a millimeter. This is indeed a very strict precision, and its tolerance range is four times smaller than the thickness of a woman's hair.
But Bobosha does not need such precision. In addition, the temperature difference between summer and winter in the Soviet Union can be 60 degrees. The thermal expansion and contraction of metal alone is far more than one hundredth of a millimeter.
He still specifically asked about this situation.
Nikolaevsky replied simply: "Our superiors have relatively broad requirements for us. The tolerances of most parts can be controlled within one-tenth of a millimeter. Our existing old-fashioned lathes are fully capable of this."
"Oh? I thought the requirements from my superiors would be stricter, but I didn't expect..."
"General, do you have any opinions?"
"Yes. Tolerances need to be well controlled, otherwise it will increase the difficulty of assembly for workers. Once the firearm is in the hands of soldiers, it will also increase the difficulty of operation."
Yang Mingzhi's remarks are not just the opinions of others. They are based on reality, and the Soviet army has endured the worst reality.
"Comrade Factory Director, maybe you don't have any bad problems here. Maybe when I get to the rifle factory, I should give them some guidance."
"Oh? That's right. What will you instruct them?"
"What else can there be?" Yang Mingzhi deliberately showed a helpless expression, "I am a general who has been a soldier all the way. I understand very well how the grassroots soldiers evaluate the weapons in their hands. The most widely equipped rifles come from different
Arsenal, however, the quality of the products from these factories varies. Some factories do not control the tolerances well, so that the bite force between the bolt and the barrel is too great. Although this can virtually increase the air tightness, but..."
"What will happen?"
"Have you ever seen soldiers sitting in the trenches, kicking the gun bolt wildly with their feet to pull the bolt and eject it? It was the result of too early tolerance control. So my 284th Division withdrew to the swamps in southern Belarus.
, we accepted and transformed the local arsenal. The first task of the factory was to repair the guns on a large scale and polish all the bolts and bolts.
In my opinion, the surface roughness of those rifle parts that are rushed off the production line is too bad. The combination of the bolt and the chamber is like two files rubbing against each other every time it is loaded and unloaded.
They should not be eager for quick success. They should have specialized workers polish and polish all the parts before final assembly.
Comrade Factory Director, I wonder if your factory also polishes parts."
For a moment, the factory director Nikolayevsky was stunned. He hesitated for a while and said helplessly: "General! Superiors... superiors did not ask us to be so meticulous."
"Oh? What you mean is that the edges of the finished parts should be chamfered at most, and then some gun oil should be applied before being sent to final assembly."
When asked about this, Nikolaevsky could only admit it honestly.
What else could Yang Mingzhi say? He patted his old face and said, "It's too bad! Your place here is simply not a real arsenal. You simply produce weapons with the attitude of producing civilian supplies. It's... it's really terrible.
"Suddenly, he realized another problem and continued to ask: "What about the condition of the gun barrel? That is the most important thing."
"There is no problem with the barrel. All the barrels we use are provided by the rifle factory. Each of them is chrome-plated, strong, durable, rifling and wear-resistant, and the caliber is very standard."
Yang Mingzhi estimated that the rifle factory delivered the barrels to the submachine gun factory. Considering that submachine guns are generally used in battles within a hundred meters, the accuracy requirements do not need to be too high. In order to improve production efficiency, they reasonably relaxed the quality control.
Yang Mingzhi had no intention of asking any more questions about this point.
Since Nikolaevsky admitted that his factory does not grind and polish parts, it is not too late to start making changes.
In China in another time and space, the tolerance of ordnance parts must be controlled to one thousandth of a millimeter, and that of civilian products is one hundredth of a millimeter. Even so, using the United States and Germany as benchmarks, the precision processing of ordnance in the two countries has reached nanometer
level.
The more sophisticated the equipment, the smaller the tolerance requirements. This is an unchanging truth.
Perhaps the parts of bolt-action rifles and submachine guns of this era do not need to be too fine. They are made fine enough to at least effectively prevent bullets from jamming. A gun that does not jam is definitely a good gun.
There are only twelve lathes in the entire lathe workshop, and each one has a two-person team responsible for production. At least half of the workers are women, and they are definitely smart women. Each one of them deliberately combed their hair into a refreshing short hair, and other
Women are indeed very different.
Could it be that the female workers in this factory were a bit unconventional? No, Yang Mingzhi soon understood why.
They operate lathes that turn thousands of times a minute, and they also have to constantly monitor the cutting process of the workpiece by the turning tool, and promptly clean away the hot debris that is rolled into a spring shape and is as sharp as a knife blade. They must often work with their heads raised.
To live, you must always be vigilant.
If your long hair is constructed by the crazy rotating parts, the powerful force can peel off the worker's scalp.
It's lucky to lose your scalp, but it's not impossible to be caught in a lathe and die.
They must have received some education before entering the industry. In the so-called hundreds of years, the seniors from various countries have taught their juniors how to operate these industrial machines.
It was already a common phenomenon in the Soviet Union for women to operate various types of machine tools.
Since the founding of the Soviet Union, women's liberation has been its mission. They must work like men and complete many industries that were monopolized by men in the past.
In the distant United States, although 40 million people have registered for war service, most of the so-called "war service" are to work in military factories, shipyards, and tractor factories. The United States has mobilized 40 million people, but only women among them
three million.
At the same time, Germany had not yet entered the wartime system, and because of Mustache's policies, there were currently only 600,000 female workers in Germany. Even so, Mustache still believed that women should return to the family. However, due to practical reasons, in the end
The 600,000 female workers cannot be withdrawn.
No matter how many words of praise you say, it will get boring. They are female military workers of the Soviet Union, and the best respect for them is to treat them equally.
The inspection at the lathe factory allowed Yang Mingzhi to discover some shortcomings in ordnance production. Perhaps it was because Nikolayevsky and his subordinates all became monks in the production of ordnance, and the shortcomings were not a common phenomenon.
Now that you've been caught by yourself, it's not too late to change immediately.