Chapter 122: It's time for mass production

With the assistance of Song Wenjun, Jiang Yi's ship was transferred to return in the afternoon.

"Uncle, I'll come back at three o'clock in the afternoon, if you don't have anywhere to go, you can come with me."

The boatman is Jiang Yi's own brother, he is not married in his forties, and there is no familiar person in the city, so there is really nowhere to go.

"Wenjun, what are you always doing in the city?"

"Go to work in the factory!"

"Huh? Have you found a job? What place? What for? ”

"Electrical appliance factory, production of household appliances."

Boatmen confused, household appliances? In his opinion, the flashlight is the best household appliance to use.

"Oh, produce a flashlight, it's a light job, it's for you."

Song Wenjun couldn't help laughing, "You'll know what household appliances are in a while." ”

The big black at the door shouted at her twice, actually to scare the boatmen.

"Wenjun, you're here."

Wang Jiaren ran over happily.

"Yo, who is this big brother?"

"My surname is Jiang, I work on the ferry, I have nowhere to go, Wenjun said to take me to visit where she works."

"Welcome, welcome, let's eat braised pork at noon, and everyone who sees it will have a share."

He smiled very enthusiastically, and when a person had a head, he would be refreshed, and he had maintained this optimism for several days, which made the boatman embarrassed.

"Uncle Wang, how is the work?"

"I got an assembly line according to what you said, but there are still some small technical problems, and Director Chen is taking someone to check it."

"Check it out."

"Okay!"

Somehow, seeing Song Wenjun coming, Wang Jiaren seemed to have a backbone in his heart, as long as she made a move, there should be nothing that could not be solved.

"There will be an industry pacesetter competition in a few days, Director Chen wants to participate, Wenjun, you can go too."

"I'm not an employee of your factory, so it's useless to go."

"But everyone thinks you're sure you'll win."

"Haha, thanks to your love, I can give some immature advice."

"Hehe, just waiting for your words, Lao Chen heard the happy dancing celebration."

In the workshop, according to the drawings she provided, the assembly line was rearranged, and now the problem lies in the grinding process.

"Xiao Chen, Wen Jun is here, you let her take a look."

Chen Guoqing's face was full of oil, and he was very happy when he saw Song Wenjun come in.

"Just now we were talking to you, saying Cao Cao, Cao Cao is here, you really don't want to talk about it."

"It's not, hard work, but I can't guarantee that I can find the reason, you are a master with many years of experience, let's discuss it."

She has a hand in patting her ass, giving everyone face, and her words are comfortable to listen to.

Half an hour later, the assembly line started to run, the problem was solved, and everyone was smiling.

"Yesterday, they were each taken home with a rice cooker, and they all tested the power consumption and cooking time, and the error was very small, almost negligible."

Chen Guoqing was excited.

He also sent one to his mother-in-law's house, and when he heard about electricity, the old lady, who has always been diligent and thrifty, said that she didn't agree to anything.

Her daughter said that the rice cooker saves time and effort, and does not use many electric words, which is more convenient than her big iron pot.

Her mother-in-law cooks on the earthen stove at home, and she is not good at cooking, so she has never eaten a decent meal of rice in her life.

In the end, Chen Guoqing said that he had covered this month's electricity bill, and the old lady reluctantly agreed.

By the time the meal was ready and the house was full of incense, the old lady's attitude had changed.

Last night she ate two bowls of rice by herself, and the old lady complained that he didn't give birth early, causing her to eat raw rice and eat her stomach.

(End of chapter)