After another ten minutes, Liu Jie finally finished his work and said slowly: "The drawing you sent me for review yesterday, was it you who drew it?"

Meng Weiqing said: "It's me..."

Liu Jie said sharply: "I said, think carefully before answering!"

Liu Jie is now fifty-six years old. He looks skinny, but when he gets angry, a wave of pressure hits his face.

Meng Weiqing really thought about it carefully: "This is a project to assist in the construction of the capital water plant in Uzbekistan. I made the plans myself!"

"Cough cough cough"

Liu Jie seemed to be angry, and his face turned red from coughing. He turned the computer over, pointed at a drawing and asked: "You drew this by yourself? Are you sure?"

"This is the drawing of the water source pump house..."

Meng Weiqing recalled: "I drew the drawings, but the water pump and motor inside were provided by the manufacturer's engineers..."

"Okay, okay!" Liu Jie was angry and laughed at the same time: "Open the drawings and general drawings of the pump room and look at them together. I'll give you five minutes to see if there are any problems?"

Meng Weiqing took three steps and did two at a time. He just flipped through two pages and felt something was wrong, so he went back and read it again.

Just "brush" and your face will turn white.

"You know what the problem is?" Liu Jie said angrily.

"I know, the standards are a bit inconsistent."

Meng Weiqing knew that he had gotten into trouble and said in a low voice.

Wilo water pumps and Schneider motors are both made in Germany and adopt European standards.

More than 90% of the international standards and European standards in the manufacturing industry are German standards.

Uzbekistan is a former Soviet Union country, and it refers to Soviet standards.

When our country was founded, it was completely Sovietized, and most designs were based on Soviet standards.

In recent years, in addition to gradually introducing Taiwanese national standards, with the process of internationalization, it has also slowly begun to integrate with international standards and quote international standards.

Meng Weiqing's drawings showed the problem that the European standard equipment and the Soviet standard pump room could not match.

Liu Jie stood up from the chair and said, "Your problem is not that your standards are not up to par, but your work attitude!"

He looked at Meng Weiqing and seemed a little unconvinced.

"Perhaps, in your eyes, the design is very simple, just draw a few lines, solid lines, and dotted lines. Is the design that simple?"

He waved his hand to tell Meng Weiqing to be silent: "The design of a project is not only related to the construction cost, but also related to the quality of the project. Every line we draw must be well understood, and every data must be

You have to be aware of it!"

He pointed at a set of data with his thin and strong fingers and said, "Open your eyes and see. This set of data is also provided by the manufacturer?"

Meng Weiqing looked at the data and calculated in his mind. There seems to be no problem?

"This set of data looks correct, but in fact the manufacturer made a mistake in the calculation. This is a British unit of measurement! Our corresponding conversion is in the appendix of Chapter 7 of Part 3 of the "Water Supply and Drainage Design Manual"!"

Liu Jie said loudly: "Designers must understand all kinds of equipment and have various design standards in their minds. If you can let the manufacturers provide it now, let the manufacturers provide it. When you need it, you can read the book. This is what design should do."

What did you do?"

"Then design is a tool for assembly. Anyone can do it, so why do we need to design?"

Watching Meng Weiqing go out dejectedly, Liu Jie let out a long sigh.

"Ring ring ring... ring ring ring..."

"Hello, Lao Liu, I'm Li Dongfei."

Liu Jie picked up the phone and heard Li Dongfei's voice: "Hello, Mr. Li, what instructions do you have?"

Having just finished training, Liu Jie's tone was a little harsh.

Li Dongfei over there also choked and said with a smile: "I just saw a valve manufacturer with relatively new technology, which seems to be more suitable for the needs of the owners in Shenhua."

"But I'm a layman, so just listen. I'll ask him to come over and report to you later. You are an expert. Let's see if we can use it in the future. If it can really improve the safety of the pump room, it will also be a highlight of our project.

"

Liu Jie held the microphone, turned his face and said: "No problem, with new technologies and new equipment, this is also a learning opportunity for us. We will be more competitive next time we bid."

Over there, Li Dongfei smiled and said: "After all, you are the third generation, and you can see the problem thoroughly. Okay, you can get busy first."

Liu Jie said: "Okay, okay, I'm in the office, he will come over later."

…

Jiashen, July 23rd.

White dew season.

The jianjia is green, and the white dew is like frost. If you follow it back, the road will be long and blocked.

This is Chang Xian's first day of learning.

It was obviously getting late, but everything in this place was completely silent.

The morning mist is like a veil.

The heaven and the earth are as real as they are false, as apparent as hidden, as in dreams and bubbles.

Chang Xian followed the old man, Xiao Man walked around in front, and they all kept quiet in a tacit understanding.

After walking a few steps forward, the old man stopped and Chang Xian felt a chill all over his body.

The dim moon was completely hidden in the clouds, and the sky and the earth were already bright.

Chang Xian could see clearly that the dark shadows on the hillock were clearly tombstones, varying in length and height, clustered in an orderly manner on the western slope of the hillock.

Cemeteries are usually dark and eerie, but this one is ordinary and dull.

Because there are only monuments here but no tombs.

If the small mound on top is not a grave.

The old man lit a stick of incense in front of the small mound and remained silent.

The stone tablet in front of the small mound is standing alone on the top, separated from the stone tablet below by more than five meters.

The stone tablet has no base, is made of gray granite and is three feet and one inch high. On the front are engraved with six eight-cent characters "The Tomb of the Beloved Daughter in Clothes and Crown".

On the back is engraved a poem called Qijue: If you are born in the world of the sun and have an end, why not return to the underworld after death? The world of the sun and the underworld are all similar, just like wandering in a foreign land.

This poem was written by Tang Bohu before his death.

The first half of his life was smooth sailing for this most popular talent in the south of the Yangtze River. At the age of twenty-nine, he won Jieyuan in the extremely difficult Yingtianfu Provincial Examination.

The spring breeze is proud.

However, at the age of 30, he encountered a fraud case in the examination room, and since then he has been dissolute and self-exiled, and he died in depression.

Perhaps this is open-mindedness.

Or maybe, this is helplessness?

Through the stone tablet, Chang Xian seemed to see an old face that was not handsome, not chic, rickety and skinny but unyielding.

…

The two of them walked down the path and passed through the Forest of Steles.

There are many tombstones, most of them standing on the ground, with two stone slabs diagonally supporting the front and back to prevent them from falling down. Some of the tombstones are laid horizontally and vertically on the ground, like a table of mahjong tiles that has just been played.

However, these monuments are not very old, and there are no traces of blue marks or weathering.

The ones on the hills are older, some already have moss on them, and the color is relatively deep, but they are never more than forty or fifty years old.

When we came to the bottom of the hill, there was actually a hut hidden here.

There was only a simple camp bed in the hut, and the rest of the room was filled with stone tablets, blue bricks, white paper of various textures, and some weird utensils.

There is also a large desk with a pile of books and manuscript papers piled on it.

Chang Xian glanced around and saw that except for the camp bed, there was no modern atmosphere here.

The paper is rice paper, and the rolls are packed in bamboo baskets.

There are no pens or ballpoint pens on the table, only two brushes, a piece of ink and an inkstone. They are all common products sold in stationery stores and are not expensive in any way.

At the other end of the room is a low kitchen.

There was actually a stove built inside, with a large black iron pot on top, and firewood piled neatly next to it.
Chapter completed!