The so-called plan to build toilets has been planned for a long time. Lysenko did not have time to take care of these small things before, but now he has time to build them.
Including toilets, all the construction plans he had promised to Yang Mingzhi have begun to be implemented.
Including the two factories promised to Yang Mingzhi, they accelerated the work under the order of Mayor Umov, and the commander of the military region simply selected a company from the garrison to serve as temporary construction workers on the grounds of supporting city defense construction.
participate.
The so-called construction of a new toilet is right next to the old public toilet. The wooden house is put together, and a large amount of hay is added to the middle layer as insulation material. The floor is paved with quick-drying cement.
Lay sewer pipes and connect them to the existing sewers. Then build water pipes and connect them to the existing water pipes in the old public toilets. In addition, heating pipes must be laid to ensure warmth during extremely cold periods.
The most important thing is of course the two flush toilets, one for men and one for women. When the construction is completed, there will be markings on the thick wooden doors.
When will they complete so much work? The answer given by the team leader to Yang Mingzhi is very interesting: "When it will be completed and used depends on the quick-drying cement being properly and completely solidified. Theoretically, it can be used in about 48 hours."
Yang Mingzhi was in a good mood while sitting in the car. Could it be that his complaints to Lysenko finally forced the old guy to take action?
If the toilet is completed within three days, the construction efficiency of the restaurant will be faster!
What does a small restaurant need? Drill, cement and lay a floor to form a solid foundation. On top of it, either use a pile of wooden boards to build a house or put bricks on it.
In Yang Mingzhi's opinion, it is better to build a house directly with bricks. Although the wooden house is constructed quickly, it has temporary significance after all.
Since I definitely want to work here for a longer time, it is always best to work and live in a brick house from now on.
The Design Bureau began to add and renovate buildings. As the director, he had no right to dictate the relevant work. After all, Lysenko was the director.
There is only one thing that I have to do, continue to develop weapons.
The car's first target is Fedorov's rifle factory. Between the squad machine guns on the drawing, it is a linear transformation based on the basic assault rifle.
The barrel and gas tube are both produced by Fedorov Factory, and these two parts are the key among the keys.
As for the production of other parts, Yang Mingzhi felt that, except for throwing the manufacturing drawings of the bullet stock to Nikolayevsky and the latest gas rod drawings to the DP machine gun factory, all parts and basic version of the assault rifle
Completely consistent.
They have sufficient cooperation experience with each other. He thinks that today's cooperation will not only be very pleasant, but also the results he desires can be quickly implemented.
Can it really be implemented? It must be implemented!
Sitting on the soft car seat, Yang Mingzhi was already thinking about it.
He imagined that Stalin personally operated assault rifles and squad machine guns and had a blast on the shooting range. After all, Stalin was not an industrious person at all. His aging body in his sixties was very eager for new technologies to help the Soviet Union win the war.
He couldn't handle heavy weapons like rocket launchers, but he could handle firearms.
Stalin personally used the Popod submachine gun and fully affirmed it. So why wouldn't he want to try using a more excellent assault rifle?
Just before Yang Mingzhi arrived, factory director Fedorov had received a call from the mayor himself.
It is very rare for the mayor to make a phone call in person. The fact that he can make a phone call shows that the matter is very important.
"It's a new gun again. Is that man kidding?" Fedorov was full of curiosity. From just a few words from the mayor, he fully understood why the general came suddenly.
Without him, the parts will definitely be produced according to the new drawings.
In a very short period of time, Fedorov immediately left the workshop, gathered the workers who had participated in the production of assault rifle parts, and announced the matter to them.
Yang Mingzhi's car drove smoothly into the factory area, but what he didn't know was that Fedorov had already made sufficient preparations.
Not only Fedorov, but all the factory directors who will be involved in this matter have been informed by Mayor Umov.
Today, Fedorov still wears a marching hat and uniform. He looks very simple. He also pulled away the cars himself to show his respect.
"Dear Comrade General, I fully understand your intention. You have nothing to worry about. We are fully prepared."
"Oh?" Yang Mingzhi's mind didn't turn around for a moment, "You know everything?"
"Comrade Mayor called and I learned that you plan to develop a new light machine gun?"
"Well, that's more or less it. Now that you know everything, our subsequent work will be easier."
Although it was already noon, Yang Mingzhi ate some dry bread left over from yesterday before leaving. He didn't feel hungry. He also estimated that he would not have time to eat before distributing the drawings. Fortunately, Yang Mingzhi was also prepared.
A bottle of Coca-Cola is stuffed in the trunk of the car. If you feel tired and hungry during the trip, you can take a few sips.
As for the plan, Yang Mingzhi knew that he should have come to Fedorov's place a long time ago. Now that they were ready, he should get straight to the point and not be muddled.
"Grishenko, please open the trunk. Comrade Fedorov, I will hand you the drawings right here."
"Okay." Fedorov was full of anticipation. He quickly stood in front of the trunk of the car, as if the dark trunk in front of him was a treasure chest.
There was another small wooden box in the trunk, and this time it was Yang Mingzhi's turn to open the lock.
Before departure, all the drawings had been sorted and stapled.
A thick stack of paper was handed into Fedorov's hands.
"Take a good look at it. This is the task I assigned you."
"Just watching it here? It's really... it's really cold."
Yang Mingzhi shrugged: "Then go to the office and see. I still have a lot of work and I will leave immediately."
"You...why are you so anxious? Maybe you can come to my factory again to visit and give guidance. Do you know? I have gathered the workers who have produced related parts. Maybe you can give them a lecture."
"That's fine. Let's go directly to the workshop."
At this moment, Yang Mingzhi felt that he was responsible for the task of being a craftsman. He actually did not want to stay longer in Fedorov's 831 Factory. The most important destination of this trip was Nikolayevsky's 830 Factory.
It is also beneficial to talk to those workers more. If you explain everything thoroughly according to the drawings, they will not encounter problems during processing.
Yang Mingzhi had an impression of those people who participated in the production of assault rifle parts, but they were all "old men" wearing wear-resistant overalls and gray beards. It still felt strange to meet them again today. But these are elderly people.
People who have been engaged in machining for most of their lives are logically approaching the age of retirement. Nowadays, they are indispensable and valuable assets for various military factories.
Anyone who has worked in the tsarist or early Soviet arsenal, even if he is seventy years old, must now obey the state's orders and return to the factory, even if he is giving verbal instructions to young workers.
Yang Mingzhi was happy to explain his new gun to this group of uncles. Similarly, several newspapers published in Novosibirsk Oblast had published news about the great success of the new gun test. They had a lot to say and wanted to develop.
The person said.
Therefore, when Yang Mingzhi proposed the concept of squad machine guns, they were full of high interest.
As these workers stood around the table, staring at the spread out drawings, their minds were already thinking about how to process the raw materials into the required shapes.
Everyone's eyes were sharp, and they could see at a glance that the so-called new guns by the general were basically modifications of the original firearms.
"It seems that the barrel of the gun is just longer?" Fedorov couldn't help but ask.
"Of course, in this way, the warhead can obtain stronger kinetic energy, and the bipod can be better installed. Comrade Fedorov, the barrel determines its accuracy, you must build it well."
"As commanded."
Fedorov knew the urgency in the general's heart. He wanted to build this so-called squad machine gun before those people went to Moscow. Looking at the drawings carefully today, it was obvious that the remaining worry in his heart was gone.
No more left.
The general still maintains the same opinion, producing ten machine guns for squad use, except for some small parts, so there are also ten legal barrels and gas tubes.
It's really a small task, after all, the factory's flagship product is the barrel for the Mosin-Nagant that holds 7.62mm bullets.
The general has no additional opinions on the rifling structure, so if the production team uses machine guns, then they can cut them according to the length required by the drawings and according to the barrels that have already come off the production line. Wouldn’t the most critical problem be solved?!
Yang Mingzhi went through harmonious negotiations with Fedorov, a worker directly involved in production, and an issue was successfully resolved.
He declined the offer to stay for lunch and hurried back to the car. His next target was the DP Machine Gun Factory.
It was another new factory, with a large number of milling machines roaring, and the sounds were intertwined. Yang Mingzhi, who had just entered the factory, could hear the familiar yet unfamiliar roar through the car window.
To him, this kind of roar was quite cordial, and equally cordial was the smiling expression of factory director Gorbatov.
This time, Yang Mingzhi opened the car door himself and slipped out of the car. He couldn't help but said to the other party: "You must know the purpose of my coming. Come on, come to the back door of the car, and I will give you the drawings."
"Ah! You..."
Gorbatov quickly got the drawings. He already knew that he would participate in the development of a new light machine gun, which he was really looking forward to.
Outdoors with the north wind howling, Gorbatov couldn't wait to examine the drawings and couldn't help but have doubts.
"Dear General, do you still want me to produce the air guide rod?"
"Yes. You have other ideas."
"No, I know you are developing a new squad machine gun. You also know that my factory is going all out to produce light machine guns. Presumably the squad machine gun is also a light machine gun. I only have one long-cherished wish now, and you must make it
I...I want to see its overall structure diagram."
As soon as the key question came up, Yang Mingzhi patted his head and said, "Okay, I'll get it for you personally."
When Gorbatov ignored the cold wind and examined the overall structural diagram, Yang Mingzhi was not surprised at all by his subsequent reaction.
One word to describe Gorbatov is "surprise".
Why not be surprised? After reading the drawings, Gorbatov immediately understood that this squad machine gun is a light machine gun. It is really very light. According to estimates, even with the drum magazine installed, it weighs less than ten kilograms.
Besides, this gun can clearly use the same magazine as the previously tested assault rifle.
On the shooting range, generals and even military commanders personally fired. Look at the speed of changing the magazine. It is much more efficient than the DP machine gun loading tray.
Long-term production tasks have trained Gorbatov into a machine gun expert. At present, the army is particularly in need of DP machine guns, and all its shortcomings are also understood by Gorbatov.
He had some suggestions for improvements to Deggarev's masterpiece, but since he was just the director of an arsenal, he was of little importance. He also thought of making some improvements to the structure of the DP machine gun himself, which seemed to be a waste of time.
How about General Berekov? Somehow this man could bring about change very quickly, maybe the future of his own factory...
Gorbatov could no longer think about it carefully. If one day his factory's DP machine gun project ceased production, it would be a good thing to fully support Berekov's research and development results.
Similar to Fedorov's experience, Yang Mingzhi, after experiencing yet another look of collective admiration, gave some further explanations to the workers of related parts, and then left for the bullet factory.
Produce another 20,000 rounds of intermediate-power ammunition, and the required funds will be reimbursed by the design bureau. This is the order Yang Ming gave to the factory director Rybakov.
Having gone to three factories, Yang Mingzhi only received strong support from the other party. He believed that this was certainly the result of the mayor's phone call, but mainly the amazing performance of his new gun on the shooting range. Many people in the industry were at the shooting range.
The cheers spoke volumes.
It was already half past two in the afternoon, and it was time to rush towards the last target, Nikolayevsky's 830 factory.
Almost all the stamping parts for squad machine guns are produced there, and there are excellent equipment and a group of excellent technicians there.
And that female model worker who is only 19 years old!
"I have to recruit that woman to be my workshop director. Well, there are some other things, but I don't know if Nikolayevsky can find time to complete them for me in his busy schedule."
Of course, for business matters, it is best to make the required parts within 24 hours, but for personal matters, Yang Mingzhi thought, since before the 830 factory was transformed, it was a factory with a small production capacity that specialized in the production of metal household tools. The production of metal
Tools are their old profession, and they will definitely return to it when the war is over. But I don’t know if the skills of those workers are rusty.
The sun began to set, and the temperature dropped even more, so much so that a thin layer of haze covered the car windows.
"Grishenko, please drive faster. Let's go back after we resolve the matter."
"General, you don't have to be in such a hurry."
"Why aren't you in a hurry? It's really past the autumnal equinox, and the days are getting shorter day by day. I don't know if we can see the aurora in winter."
"No, the latitude here is not high enough. But winter is really cold. General, please pay attention to those pedestrians. There is thick white mist when they breathe."
"Keep driving. By the way, I have one more thing to explain."
"Please speak."
"When we get to Factory 830, remember to remind me that I have to ask their factory director for some antifreeze. Alas, we don't even have a garage for the time being. If the car's engine freezes, it will be difficult for me to travel in the future."
Listening to this, Grishenko was serious. He simply joked: "General, we refueled at the gas station in the hospital area, and the gasoline they provided had antifreeze added to it. As for traveling in winter, I think sleds are better.
"
Sledding? The topic came up with snow, and Yang Mingzhi had to think more. The snowfall season was coming, and next...
I don’t want to think about it anymore, I don’t want to think about it anymore...
After cleaning the windows, Yang Mingzhi saw a gate in front of him clearly, and the car was approaching the final goal of the day. He also knew that he would stay here for a longer time.