Cheng Mingxuan is famous for his good temper. He said this, and the old man Zhao was grateful for it, but he still refused, "How can this be done? You can't do all the work of both of you alone, I'm old

Zhao hasn't reached such a useless time yet. Besides, if the leader above sees it, he will be 'hat'!"

The two of them were talking and laughing and stayed by the boiler together, and they made a bed. If anyone was tired, they would rest next to the stove. Three meals a day were delivered to the factory by their own homes, and the leaders would

I like such a model of labor, who forgets to eat and sleep, eat and live on the front line of steelmaking.

However, Cheng Mingxuan completely overestimated himself. He was so tired after working for a long time. His hands holding shovels grinded several blood blisters. Then he looked at the other person, Old Zhao, and his face was busy all day long.

I haven't seen a drop of sweat. Could it be that this job is really technical?

Why can he resist the work that is several times heavier than this on the dock? Isn’t this possible? Or is it already old?

Old Zhao'er looked at Cheng Mingxuan's blood bubbles and laughed, and said half-jokingly, "How is it? Master Cheng's eldest son, are you going back to rest, or am I going back?"

Cheng Mingxuan smiled embarrassedly, "Why is it so light when it weighs a thousand pounds in my hands?"

Old Zhao'er laughed, "The thing is still this thing, it will not become lighter or heavier. In fact, this matter is not complicated at all. Just use inertia to save yourself effort!"

He said as he demonstrated to Cheng Mingxuan, "First pile the coal around him, and be closer, face the coal pile, shovel, turn half a circle, send the coal in to the furnace, and then turn half a circle to shovel back and shovel

Coal, that’s that simple job!”

"It seems easy, but when it comes to my hands, why are you not obedient?"

Cheng Mingxuan thought that Old Zhao's work looks very handsome, as if he was dancing, extremely relaxed, extremely rhythmic and beautiful.

"So, for those who can understand the text and know the skills, they should stay in the factory. The work of burning boilers and making the work of doing the hard work is left to us, the crude people.

If you come to me, you can also take care of the fire. If you ask me to do your work in the workshop, it will be useless!”

"You are not a rough man. Look at how good the boiler you have to plate is, this is a meticulous job."

"You will be entertaining me, the old man! This is also called a job!"

Cheng Mingxuan was stunned as he watched and thought silently, could he and Lao Zhao make steel day and night, really be able to compete with the Premier League and the United States within five or ten years?

Can you really liberate Taiwan and defeat Jiang?

Somehow, he suddenly missed Mr. Lu in a foreign school when he was young, the happy, sincere, and knowledgeable Frenchman. He once told him about the French Industrial Revolution and said he wanted to take him to France.

, let’s see with your own eyes what large-scale industrial production is!

Can the small boiler in front of you, or the tens of thousands of such boilers across the country, really bring hope to the Chinese people to "catch the UK and surpass the US"?

He is unknown what Britain, the United States, and France are now, but the "Das Kapital" left to him by Mr. Lu once made him excited.
Chapter completed!