Siheyuan: Heavy Industry Revitalizes the Country

"We are a bit pressed for time. How long will it take you to finish?"

After laughing, Mr. Hu mentioned the issue of time.

"How long do you need?"

Fang Xiang didn't hesitate and looked directly at Mr. Hu.

"Well... can you take it out before the New Year?"

Mr. Hu is very clear about Fang Xiang's drawing speed.

Naturally, I know that this aspect will not be difficult for him.

However, Mr. Hu still gave a very generous period of time.

It is now December 12th, and it is less than a week away from the Chinese New Year.

"Look at what you said, Professor Xu gave me such a big red envelope yesterday.

How could I not work hard?

So, I won’t leave today and will finish drawing the drawings here.

Then just take me home.”

Fang Xiang immediately expressed his attitude.

Mr. Zhou has personally expressed his concern, so there is no reason for him to be lazy.

"Okay! I like your attitude of being able to take on things!"

Mr. Hu was very happy. He stretched out his big hand again and patted Fang Xiang on the shoulder.

"Sir, could you please be gentler next time?"

Fang was at a loss whether to laugh or cry because his shoulder was hurt by the recoil of the 63 rifle.

This will hurt even more.

Soon, Fang Xiang came to the small office again.

Li Changjiang also brought over the drawings of the Type 56 and Type 63 rifles.

Also arriving was a stove brought by the orderly.

"It's cold, and there's no heating here, so please make do with it."

Li Changjiang poured a cup of hot water, feeling a little apologetic.

"Look at what you said. I'm not that hypocritical."

Fang Xiang took the teacup and expressed his gratitude.

After Li Changjiang and the orderly left, Fang Xiang looked at the time. It was just 11 o'clock, so he still made it.

So I spread out the drawing, picked up the tools and pencil, and started drawing.

Since I want to draw it, I naturally choose the ultimate version, 81-1, but I didn’t choose a folding buttstock, I still use a wooden buttstock.

First, draw the overall plan, draw the shape, and mark the dimensions and proportions.

Then there are the parametric diagrams of each position.

Because the drawing is in my mind, it’s no different from copying it.

So Fang Xiang is very efficient and dedicated.

During this period, Li Changjiang came to see Fang Xiang twice and saw that he was immersed in painting and couldn't extricate himself.

So she didn't call him, but quietly prepared the meal and placed it next to the stove.

Just as Fang was about to finish drawing the assembly drawing, he suddenly realized that his stomach was complaining.

Just as I was about to go out to eat, I saw the hot rice pot next to the stove.

When I opened it, there were two kinds of rice and two kinds of stir-fried dishes inside.

However, without meat, the taste of the rice is a bit hard to swallow.

But Fang wanted to know that now was not the time to complain or be picky, so just eat whatever was available.

After eating, I checked the drawings again to make sure there were no problems.

Seeing that it was still early, I remembered Mr. Zhou’s concern.

I might as well just draw the Type 81 light squad machine gun as well.

By the time Fang Xiang finished drawing the blueprint, it was almost dark.

"Finished? I was just about to call you for dinner."

Li Changjiang just pushed the door open and walked in.

"Well, I'm done with the painting. I won't have dinner. Just take me home."

Fang Xiang nodded, unhappy about the food in the army which was not greasy at all.

Fang Xiang really couldn't eat the thin porridge, steamed buns and pickles.

"Look at what you said, it's already this late and you don't want to eat.

The driver and I also need to eat, let’s go.”

Li Changjiang put away the drawings and called the orderly.

"Please follow the orderly to the cafeteria to eat first.

I locked up the drawings.

Mr. Hu and Mr. Liu had something to do and left first.

I will take you home later and then to the Ministry."

Li Changjiang explained and left in a hurry.

Fang felt helpless. What the other person said made sense. If he didn't eat it himself, he couldn't force others to eat it too.

Just rush to send yourself home, that doesn't make sense.

I had no choice but to follow the orderly to the cafeteria and have a makeshift meal.

After dinner, Li Changjiang took him and got into the jeep.

After it was completely dark, Fang thought of going home.

"Don't leave in a hurry, wait for me."

Fang Xiang stopped Li Changjiang who was about to leave.

Pretending to go home to get something, he took out six kilograms of tea, six bottles of Moutai and six packs of Zhonghua cigarettes from the space.

“Please give two copies to Mr. Hu and Mr. Liu.

One for you and one for your brother."

Fang wanted to stuff the thing into Li Changjiang's hand.

"No! I dare not accept your things.

I can help deliver the items to Mr. Hu and Mr. Liu.

But for me and my brother, there is really no need."

Although it was dark, Li Changjiang still used the headlights of the jeep to see clearly what Fang wanted to give him.

It turned out to be Moutai and Zhonghua.

He was immediately shocked and quickly took out two copies to return to Fang Xiang.

“What are you talking about?!

If it weren't for your brother last time, I don't know how long I would have had to wait for the shooting.

Besides, the New Year is almost here, so I probably won’t be able to find you.

This is a token of my appreciation. Please accept it and don’t be polite to me.

If you're being polite, you can ask someone else to come to me next time!"

Fang Xiang smiled and joked.

"Okay, you can launch a surprise attack.

I didn't prepare anything, how inappropriate.

I'll come back in two days and come to see you when I'm free!"

Li Changjiang felt a little embarrassed and put his things in the car.

But I made up my mind that I must come over in a few days.

"Don't be polite to me, it's New Year, isn't it just for fun?

As for you, maybe your salary is not even as high as mine, so don't even think about giving me a return gift.

You might as well treat me to something delicious later.

I really can’t get used to the food you guys have there.”

Fang Xiang grinned and pushed Li Changjiang into the car.

"Okay, just for what you said, I'll buy you a drink later, brother."

Li Changjiang was a little amused and helpless, so he had to make an appointment to drink next time.

"Okay, I'll be waiting for you."

Fang Xiang responded and knocked on the car door, and the driver stepped on the accelerator.

With the roar of the engine, the jeep quickly disappeared at the entrance of the alley.

"Hey, Xiao Fang is back? What was that just now?"

As Fang Xiang turned around, he saw the third uncle standing at the door.

Cars are still a rare commodity these days.

Even if you take the bus, there are only two or three trips an hour.

The ticket still costs four cents.

If it's not too far, most people would rather walk there.

So when people hear the roar of an engine, most of them will take a look.

"Well, I just came back."

Fang Xiang nodded as a response.

No mention of the car at all.

He had no idea that the Third Uncle and Yu Li were planning to introduce him to a girl.

The impression still remains on the time when I tried to rob his house and framed him for stealing a chicken.

When we meet each other normally, we just nod and say hello at most.

He turned around and went into the house.

"Was Xiao Fang brought back by car?"

The third aunt leaned on the gate and looked outside, but saw nothing.

But the sound of the engine could be heard clearly.

Naturally, I thought that someone drove Fang Xiang back.

A while ago, an old man wanted to raise the matter of deputy director of the workshop.

The news spread quickly throughout the yard because of the gossipy old lady, and everyone knew about it.

The third uncle is no exception.

Thanks to Fang Xiang's help, the old man got the opportunity to change his job to a regular employee.

Especially with the confirmation of Sha Zhu's loud voice.

Everyone in the yard who worked in the steel mill was concerned.

Even Director Yang and Deputy Director Li had to consider Fang Xiang's face.

Fang Xiang didn't say a word.

The two factory managers took the initiative to help the old man with his work.

How good is Fang Xiang's life now?

If I were in Fang's situation, I would like to do this favor.

Then let Fang Xiang go and say a few words to the two factory managers.

Do I also have the opportunity to move up?

It’s not about changing from an employee to a regular employee, even if the salary is one level higher.

That is also a very cost-effective thing.

This kind of mentality quickly emerged in the minds of Sha Zhu, Xu Damao, Qin Huairu and Liu Haizhong.

Especially in the bangs, I think more.

He also has two sons who are not very good to him.

It would be great if Fang Xiang could help say a few words and send his two sons to the factory.

Except for this thought in the bangs.

The third uncle, Yan Fugui, had the same idea.

Because he has three sons.

Thus, the news that Fang Xiang was sent home by car spread in the yard at the speed of light.

Everyone looked eagerly at the front yard.

I was thinking of finding a reason to go over there.

Just when others were hesitating.

At this point, someone has already taken action.

"Is Fang Xiang here?"

Knocked on Fang Xiang’s door.