A few days later, Chen Hansheng's entry into the factory was officially implemented, and Chen Hansheng's uncle Chen Huaqiang also came back from the factory to pick him up in the factory.

Before leaving, Xie Chunxiang first said to Chen Hansheng, "You are no longer a little boy now, you are an apprentice, you have to listen to the master, Uncle Xi is your master." Whatever He tells you to do, you do. ”

He turned back to Chen Huaqiang and said, "Although he is your apprentice, he is also your own nephew, talk more about everything, try to beat him as little as possible." If he wants to be obedient, you should not beat him, and if he is disobedient, you can beat him. Don't hit him on the head, he has a headache and can only spank his ass. ”

As soon as Chen Hansheng heard the typing, his heart suddenly became nervous and scared. This Uncle Chen Huaqiang, in his impression, has always been a very old-fashioned person, not smiling, but occasionally when he is happy, he blows tunes with his mouth. In the process of Uncle Xi's learning craft, Chen Hansheng saw more than once that Uncle Xi was often beaten by the Taihu coppersmith. The Taihu coppersmith who was guilty of asthma would hit Uncle Xi's head with a pipe at every turn, making Uncle Xi burst into tears, but he didn't dare to make a sound, and he would be beaten again if he made a sound. The Taihu coppersmith often said that if the iron is not beaten, it will not be a weapon, and if people do not fight, they will not fight. Uncle Xi's three years of learning the craft are actually three years of being beaten.

When he came to the township factory, Uncle Jing first took him to the main house of the township factory. The main house of the township factory is a small attic with three consecutive buildings. Upstairs and downstairs are inhabited. On the first floor of the main house, there is a small hall, which is actually a passing house. In front of the left is Uncle Xi's workshop, and in the back, there is a small accounting room, which is specially used to collect money, and at the back of the accounting room, is a place where the accountant sleeps. On the right side of the ground floor, there is a dining room for eating in front and a small room with a kitchen and a cook sleeping in the back.

Uncle Xi lives in a back room in the middle of the first floor, although there is a small window, but the window is next to someone else's house, and there is almost no light. Even in broad daylight, the room is dark, and you can only see the outline of objects after half a day of entering the house, and basically if you don't light the light, you have to touch and move. lived in the same room with Uncle Xi, and there was also an old man named King Craftsman.

The dark room gave Chen Hansheng a very uncomfortable feeling.

What made Chen Hansheng even more uncomfortable was that the little uncle who used to occasionally give him a smiling face suddenly became very stern, and even his face was serious.

Because he basically had nothing to do, Chen Huaqiang said to Chen Hansheng, who had just arrived, "You just came here today, so go around the factory first, I'll go out to get some materials, and I'll start working tomorrow!"

When Chen Hansheng heard that he could play for a day, he was secretly happy and nodded again and again.

As soon as Chen Huaqiang left, Chen Hansheng began to rotate around the factory.

Chen Hansheng first came to a large workshop opposite the attic.

It was a craftsman's workshop.

The workshop is full of bamboo, and some master craftsmen and apprentices are busy there. There are several masters who teach their apprentices while doing it. It's just that some of them are gentle, like an elder, and some of them have a bad voice and are scolded.

Chen Hansheng, who is interested in everything, will be distracted when he sees anything. The big knife of the master carpenter chopped the slivers, and the sound of clicking sounded to him, it was simply beautiful music. The master who sat there weaving bamboo utensils was, of course, the craftsman who worked wonderfully, with those magical hands, who could make whatever he wanted. Even the Lameh apprentice, who was bent over and standing there, found it a very interesting job for him.

The sound of striking iron sounded over there, and Chen Hansheng followed the sound and ran to the workshop where the iron was struck.

As soon as Chen Hansheng ran to the blacksmithing workshop, an old blacksmith was holding a piece of red and white iron and placing it on the big anvil. The thin apprentice, who had been pumping bellows just a moment ago, immediately ran up to the anvil and picked up the sledgehammer. The old blacksmith lifted a small hammer in his hand, but struck not on the red iron, but on the anvil with a nice noise, and when he raised it again, the thin monkey-like young apprentice threw up the sledgehammer and smashed it desperately on the red iron. The red-hot iron, which had been round, suddenly became flat, and at the same time sparks flew in all directions. A spark fell on Chen Hansheng's foot, burning Chen Hansheng's foot. But Chen Hansheng did not leave just yet, but continued to watch the master and apprentice continue to beat the iron. The iron changed from flat to square, and from generous to small, and the small square became smaller and smaller, and at the end, the red iron originally became black iron, but under the continuous beating of the master's small iron hammer, it changed from black to red iron. This phenomenon made Chen Hansheng feel very strange, how could the already cold iron make the old blacksmith turn into red iron? Could it be that he has any special functions?

What made Chen Hansheng feel even more strange was that after the master took the iron to the furnace and burned it red, he no longer beat it, but sent it to a bucket to be wet, but instead of throwing it into the bucket all at once, he drowned it and picked it up again to take a look, and then drowned it, picked it up again and looked at it, looked at it two or three times, and then completely threw the iron in the bucket and left it alone. When Chen Hansheng looked at the iron, he inevitably had a feeling in his heart, if the iron was not iron, but a person, how uncomfortable it would be to put it into the water again and again and take it out again and again to see how tortured it would be!

A few years later, Chen Hansheng learned that it was not the old blacksmith making fun, but quenching. That iron tool is not a simple iron tool, but a steel smash used by stonemasons! Only the kind of steel smashed that is quenched and quenched to the best can be turned into steel and durable.

After watching the iron, Chen Hansheng went to the carpenter shop to play.

The carpenter's life made Chen Hansheng even more visible.

What makes Chen Hansheng look good is not the furniture placed in the workshop, but the process of making this furniture. Chen Hansheng had also seen his father chop firewood and sawed things, but he didn't expect that the masters here were so skilled, and the things they used axes to chop out were so smooth and neat that they didn't need to be sorted out. The boards they sawed were not as crooked as their father's saws, but as neat as a line bouncing. The same planer, used in their hands, is so easy, not as hard as when my father was planing. The shavings are not pieces like my father's, but they are long roots, and they are simply a flower roll!

What made Chen Hansheng even more unbearable to leave was that the workshop was full of the aroma of wood.

Chen Hansheng originally wanted to play there, but the carpenter who always came to make fun of the children asked Chen Hansheng with a smile, "If your uncle brought your aunt one day, are you still sleeping in your uncle's bed?"

When Chen Hansheng heard it, he didn't know what good words it was, so he hurriedly walked away.

After walking away, Chen Hansheng came to the sewing workshop here.

This workshop is different from other workshops, not only is the workshop clean, but there are also many women, few men, and a few men, but they are the masters of those women. One of the teachers was very thin, a bit like the teacher in the school. The other is very fat, and he smiles as if he has no eyes.

The most striking thing in the workshop is, of course, the sewing machines. The sound of sewing machines one after another, which is rhythmic and not noisy, is very good. Chen Hansheng had also seen his grandfather sew clothes, but the stitches and threads were too slow, and he was afraid that his grandfather's work in one day would not be worth the work of one meal on this machine. Moreover, the needle and thread were more delicate and solid than those sewn by my grandfather. Chen Hansheng thought, why didn't his grandfather use this machine to sew clothes? If he used this machine to sew clothes, wouldn't he have something to do?

Chen Hansheng was looking at the sewing machine in a daze, and suddenly the two masters argued, and they were so red in the face that they even seemed to fight. It turned out that the two masters were fighting for nothing else, but for the style of a piece of clothing.

Chen Hansheng finally heard the taste, it turned out that the two masters were not just fighting for the style, but for the status of the master in this workshop. The arguments made the female workers in the workshop not know what to do, and they could not even dissuade either party, because if they were not careful, they would offend either party. In this workshop, in addition to doing things himself, the master also does things, and the more important right to show is to arrange the way to live. If you offend them, you will not be able to share a good way to live. Piecework gets a wage, and no one wants to be this fool.

Chen Hansheng really couldn't listen to it, so he said bluntly, "The two masters don't fight, each of you makes a sample, take it out for everyone to see, whoever is good will listen to whom, can't you?"

Suddenly, a Chen Yanjin appeared, and he was not a person in the workshop, not even an adult. This sudden situation not only surprised the whole workshop, but also shocked the two masters who were fighting just now. Chen Hansheng's reappearance is as ridiculous as if two immortals who are fighting have met a disdainful imp.

Of course, Chen Hansheng didn't expect that his unscrupulous interjection would suddenly play a role in reconciliation. The two of them, who were arguing endlessly but were also trying to find a master under the steps, said to Chen Hansheng almost at the same time, "Where are you from! When we adults speak, you have to interject!"

"My name is Chen Hansheng!" Chen Hansheng hurriedly introduced himself, "I am Chen Huaqiang's nephew! I just came to the factory today, and my master went to get materials!"

I heard that it was Chen Huaqiang's nephew, and those people forgave him, but they felt that this child was too bold.

"Who is your master?" the fat tailor asked loudly, as if he wanted to trouble Chen Hansheng.

"My master is my master!" Chen Hansheng replied loudly, "My master is my master!"

Such a loud answer and a rather meaningful repetition made everyone in the workshop laugh.