In the early morning, the factory area was slightly cool, and the swaying figures were busy and busy under the reflection of the rising sun.

Aunt Zhao is worthy of being a native farmer. She understands the personality of farmers very well, so under her guidance and leadership, the women who were originally crestfallen were now inspired by her.

The ears of rice kept beating on the wall. Seeing the unified movements of the women behind him, Wenquan Xin, who is tall in the city, couldn't help but curiously asked: "What are they doing?"

"Screening the valley," Lao Zhao looked at the ironing room in front of him and replied without looking back: "These tasks should normally be done by machines, but we have no electricity or appliances, so we can only

Use this most primitive method."

In fact, the situation was worse than Zhao Yunhai said. Since there were no special separation tools and they didn't know when it would rain, the women simply spread a layer of floral fabric around the edge of the factory.

In this way, while sifting the grains, they can be aligned for exposure.

Anyway, for them now, the quality and taste of the rice are not important, as long as they can fill their stomachs, they are lucky.

Moreover, Aunt Zhao also told everyone that the chaff left over from the shelling in the later stage must be kept. Although this is a bit sad to say, the supplies they have on hand are limited.

At least compared to going out to fight for their lives, women would rather choose to eat the feed that should be fed to pigs.

Zhao Yunhai deserves to be born in the construction industry. After inspecting the entire ironing room, he immediately made a breakthrough in the renovation.

In fact, his idea is very simple and does not require major changes to the room. In fact, it is impossible to make the most major changes with the tools they have at hand.

so……

"Old Lin, take someone to cut down some of the drainage pipes in the factory for me. I need to use them to make a drainage ditch on the roof so that when it rains, it will be easier to drain the water down."

"Xiao Tang, take someone to dismantle all the wooden boards in the factory into wooden strips. Come over here when you're done."

"Xiao Hu, let's go in and carry that big guy out!"

He blurted out like a barrage of words. After Zhao Yunhai finished explaining, the three groups immediately took action.

Lin Junfu led Wenquan Xin to a sandwich panel behind the factory building. Since there was no ladder, they could only climb up using a simple climbing device built from cardboard boxes, and then used a hacksaw to cut the water pipe bit by bit.

Most of these water pipes are made of PVC material, so it is not laborious to cut and saw, except for the annoying "squeaking" sound.

Looking at the debris that was constantly flying around, Wenquan Xin couldn't help but asked in surprise: "Forest management, isn't this white pipe itself a drainage pipe? Why do we need to go to the trouble of sawing it?"

In response to this, Lin Junfu honestly didn't know the purpose and could only shrug subconsciously: "Who knows, since Lao Zhao asked us to do this, he must have his intention, so let's stop talking nonsense and hurry up and do it."

Bar."

At the other end of the factory area, Tang Xiaoquan and Acheng were also busy and confused. The wooden mat in front of them had been broken into strips.

According to Wang Daguo's earlier introduction, these mats are used by the factory to stack newly sewn clothes.

Since the daily export orders of "Zhongkun Textile" are too large, if tens of thousands of clothes are sorted and sorted before being packed into boxes, it will cost the factory a huge amount of money, both in terms of manpower and material resources.

Therefore, these mats made of simple wooden boards are responsible for the accumulation of clothes before they are ironed and packaged.

The entire preparation took about 20 minutes. When the three groups reunited, in front of them were two 2-meter-long PVC white pipes and 40-50 cm wide long boards.

Wooden strips, and iron cans used to store water for ironing.

"Okay!" Zhao Yunhai glanced at the materials on the ground, nodded subconsciously, then took out the paper and pen he had prepared in advance, and while drawing, he shared his ideas with everyone:

"Next, we need to do three things. First, divide the PVC white pipe into two parts and fix it on the roof so that we can have four drainage channels."

As soon as Lao Zhao finished his first point, Wenquan Xin asked the question again in confusion.

In this regard, Zhao Yunhai's explanation was quite simple: "Well, I don't see, Xiao Wen, you are quite thoughtful. Haha, I have considered your idea before. But you have to pay attention to the roof of the main factory building.

It is flat, but the ironing room is triangular. Therefore, the slope structure is more conducive to drainage. In addition, when we collect water sources this time, we don’t know when it will rain, and we don’t know the intensity of the rain. So,

"Quick" has become the top priority. And a drainage pipe in the main factory building is obviously not enough to meet this requirement."

"Oh!" Ruo nodded with understanding. Hearing this, Wenquan Xin finally understood why Lao Zhao wanted to dismantle the pipe and why he had to split the pipe into two.

Back to business, after answering the young man's doubts, Zhao Yunhai continued: "Second, according to the steps I drew, assemble these wooden boards into a wooden box surrounded by 5 sides. I estimated that the materials on hand are enough.

Let’s make three, and as for the function of these wooden boxes..."

He quickly added a few strokes on the cardboard, and Tang Xiaoquan suddenly understood and whispered softly: "Uncle Zhao, do you want to use them to build a water storage tank?"

"Yeah!" Lao Zhao nodded with a smile. While praising the former, he also explained habitually: "You all know that this rain is rare, and that iron bump alone can't store much water. So I

I'm just thinking about tinkering with this thing to solve an urgent need. It's just..."

Looking slightly embarrassed, he moved his gaze to Lin Junfu beside him. Zhao Yunhai stroked his chin and frowned: "It's just that the water storage fabric inside is not yet available. I have also looked through it in the factory.

, but most of the fabrics here are knitted fabrics. These fabrics can absorb water, but water storage... Sigh, Lao Lin, you stay in the factory for a long time, is there any way to solve it? "

Regarding Zhao Yunhai's problem, Lin Junfu could only smile helplessly.

Yes, he is indeed the one who has stayed in the factory the longest among everyone present, but this does not mean that he needs to spend any effort to understand the fabric inventory in the factory.

Moreover, even if he actually does this, he may not be able to understand which fabric is suitable for storing water.

But what was unexpected was that just when Lin Junfu was about to blurt out the three helpless words "no way".

But a deep voice thought of it before him: "Yes! There is such fabric in the factory."
Chapter completed!