The ups and downs of life in the Siheyuan

Stationmaster Wang rode it twice, then came back and handed it to Chen Bing. Chen Bing rode on and rode away with a grin on his face.

"Why does it feel smoother than my car? It takes less effort to ride."

"Thank you, your car is probably out of oil. I'll add some oil to you later and just make a simple adjustment."

"You are so handy, you dismantled the bicycle and then learned how to assemble it," Stationmaster Wang said, looking at Chen Bing who was riding fast.

Li Yuan knew that this was a test, and it was also because Li Yuan was short-handed, and his performance in the first car was a bit too much.

But he has a clean background and his past life trajectory is clear, so he has no worries about being investigated.

In the end, it will prove his intelligence. As long as people around him have this consensus, it will be easier for him to do other things in the future.

But there must be a certain degree of caution. Half a step ahead is a genius, and one step ahead is a madman.

Li Yuan gathered his thoughts and pretended to be relaxed: "The main reason is that the structure has been verified by countless people and is as simple as possible. I have a small advantage, I have a good memory.

In addition, I have strong hands-on skills since I was young, so I can roughly get an idea after dismantling it a few times.”

Speaking of this, I felt a little sad for no reason, and at the same time, it brought back memories of another world. My eyes turned a little red involuntarily, and I suddenly lowered my head and said nothing.

Stationmaster Wang did not speak, and finally patted his shoulder with his hand, "Keep working hard, the country needs the efforts of several generations of us."

Before leaving get off work, Stationmaster Wang brought back a bucket of gray paint. Li Yuan picked a little bit with a wooden strip and applied it on the frame. When he found that the color was dull, he applied more.

The overall look is a bit rustic and old.

"There is no way. They only have this color in the largest quantity, and the bright red and rhubarb paints cannot be used on bicycles." Stationmaster Wang looked at the painted colors and felt a little helpless.

Li Yuan looked at the paint in a daze, and his mind was full of additives. There were too many additives in later generations.

If you want to enhance the taste of food, there are flavor enhancers.

If you want to improve the storage time, there are preservatives. If you use too much of one type and it exceeds the standard, then use several more types, and each one does not exceed the standard.

What brighteners, leveling agents, anti-pinhole agents, melamine, unsaturated fatty acids, etc.

Looking through memory, the easiest way to make the paint shiny is to add resin.

Thinking of this, he raised his head and began to smile charmingly at Station Master Wang again.

Stationmaster Wang suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

"Hey, boss, I have a way to apply this paint to the frame to make it brighter."

"What?", he has now forgotten the look in Li Yuan's eyes just now. He also saw that Qi Tai was old-fashioned and worried, but he did not expect that Li Yuan suddenly had a solution.

"Hey, the leader just needs to work harder to get some natural resin."

"Is this really possible?" Stationmaster Wang was shocked by his request and thought he was being asked to repaint it.

Natural resin is difficult to obtain, but resin is easier to obtain than industrial products.

Although Li Yuan had been slipping away a lot in the past few days, he did see the results, so he had no doubts about Li Yuan's demands. The first thing he thought of was his old comrades in the paint factory.

The days were very ordinary, and three days passed quickly. At this stage, whenever Liang Zhixiang had free time, he would run to the warehouse to help.

Although his understanding is not very good, he can memorize it by rote. If he does it a few times, he will remember how to do it.

Now Li Yuan's main job is to adjust the wheel hub, welding and polishing, and basically all other tasks are handed over to Liang Zhixiang.

As time goes by, Li Yuan's fitter skills are gradually exposed, but to others, that's just the way it is, and he looks very immature.

But if you are an expert, you will find that the reliability and safety of processing are very high, but the surface treatment ability is poor.

Li Yuan is now squatting in a corner mixing paint.

Originally, Station Manager Wang excitedly took back more than 5 kilograms of resin and wanted to see how Li Yuan brightened the gray paint. But I only watched it for half the afternoon and ran away. It was so boring.

Li Yuan first took out a piece of resin the size of an egg, smashed it with a small hammer, and then slowly pounded it into powder. Then roll it with a rolling pin until it turns into fine powder.

He picked up the powder and rubbed it gently with his fingers until there was no obvious graininess.

Then he made a small spoon out of an aluminum strip and used it as a unit of measurement.

Pour half a bowl of paint into a small bowl, mark the edge of the bowl, scoop up the powder with a small spoon, and smooth it with a steel ruler.

Pour into a bowl and stir with a chopstick until the resin powder is no longer visible to the naked eye. Continue stirring until half an hour has elapsed.

When you pick up the paint at this time, you can no longer see any obvious lumps or thread-like additives.

Then apply it to a clean iron sheet and wait for the paint to dry.

Let it dry slightly and then observe the color brightness. After repeating this process, I finally found the desired ratio by the weekend.

The entire process is recorded, with ratios, samples, and instructions, making it look very professional.

Later generations of laboratories used poor experimental methods, but in this era it was a model of rigorous work. These records were taken away directly by Webmaster Wang and placed in his office.

Before getting off work, 8 newly assembled bicycles were neatly placed in a corner of the warehouse.

"Yes, at first glance, it's no worse than the ones in department stores," stationmaster Wang said with emotion as he stroked the bicycles.

"Stationmaster, we agreed, I want one," Chen Bing emphasized.

"Don't worry, you all have it. But not now. Maybe the leader will come to inspect next week." Stationmaster Wang narrowed his eyes as he smiled.

"Okay, everyone has worked hard this week, it's time to get off work." Stationmaster Wang drove everyone out of the warehouse and locked the door himself.

Liang Zhixiang was in a state of excitement all the time between collecting scraps and assembling bicycles, so he didn't feel tired. Although he is still called "Yuanzi" or "Yuanzi", he already respects Li Yuan as a master in his heart.

At first, stationmaster Wang also asked Li Yuan what he thought, and he was not afraid of teaching his disciples to starve the master to death.

Li Yuan's answer was that as long as it was beneficial to the country, he would not consider personal interests.

If it was just words, it would be fine. In terms of behavior, he taught Liang Zhixiang in every detail and without any secrets. As for wheel hub adjustment and welding, Liang Zhixiang doesn't have time to learn it yet.

Therefore, Webmaster Wang believed that Li Yuan was thinking from the bottom of his heart and was not shouting slogans.

The real situation actually has two points. One is the sharing habit developed in another world; the other is that Li Yuan really looks down on bicycle assembly. In his mind, this is a job that can be done with hands.

But he ignored a situation. In this era, most people are still semi-literate. In the literacy activities carried out suddenly after liberation, most people only knew a few hundred common words.

And there’s no guarantee that I’ll be able to write it.

Take Qin Huairu as an example, her education level is a junior high school graduation. But she got it by participating in a literacy class in the village. Only she knows how valuable it is.

Otherwise, with her intelligence and energy, it is impossible that she would not be able to understand the parts drawings with a junior high school education, and would be unable to upgrade. Of course, this is also related to the suspension of grading.

Those things that are commonplace in later generations, for most people in this era, are high technologies.

When the courtyard house was first electrified, some old people still wanted to blow out the lights with their mouths.

Many elderly people actually cannot understand TV. These phenomena may be incredible to future generations.