Reborn as a New Farmer of the 1980s

Reborn during the early days of China’s reform and opening, the narrator finds himself in the 1980s countryside. In this setting, the past is still a cold reference, yet it is also a fresh start....

Chapter 1274: Words and Farts

Wan Feng left as soon as he said he would. He took Qin Guanghui and his girlfriend downstairs. At this time, a truck full of motorcycles came out from the direction of the warehouse and was being inspected at the gate.

"See that cardboard box on that truck?"

Qin Guanghui nodded.

"Inside that cardboard box is a motorcycle, a Nanwan AX100 motorcycle produced by our factory."

"I can't believe that the Nanwan brand motorcycle that won the gold medal for the Ministry of Machinery this year was produced here!" Qin Guanghui's girlfriend murmured.

"Since we saw a motorcycle the first thing we saw when we went out, let's visit the motorcycle workshop first."

"good!"

Wan Feng first took Qin Guanghui into the newly imitated engine production line workshop.

"This engine production line is semi-automatic. We just successfully copied it less than a week ago and it's now in trial production. Official production is expected to start after the new year, with an annual production capacity of 50,000 units."

Qin Guanghui looked at the constantly moving parts and busy workers on the production line in surprise. He really couldn't imagine that this small factory in the mountain valley had such a high-level production line.

"Boss Wan, what is your annual production capacity now?"

"This new line has an annual production capacity of only 100,000 units. Our factory's technicians want to convert this semi-automatic production line into a fully automatic one. That way, the original production capacity of 50,000 units can reach 100,000 units. However, that requires talent in CNC, which is our factory's weak point. That's why I'm looking for a computer teacher. The next workshop is the assembly workshop, so I can see how a motorcycle is assembled."

The next workshop is the assembly workshop.

As soon as the engine enters this workshop from the production line, the assembly workers immediately install the engine on the large rack that is almost completed. After installing the engine chain, a motorcycle rolls off the production line in about ten minutes.

“So this is how motorcycles are assembled.”

After visiting the motorcycle workshop, Wan Feng took Qin Guanghui and the others to the agricultural vehicle workshop.

"This is our agricultural vehicle workshop. We call it 'Si Bu Xiang' (Four-Unlike Vehicles). It also uses an assembly line. If there are sufficient parts when needed, we can produce up to 30,000 units."

Qin Guanghui saw that the entire workshop was bright and clean, and the workers were all wearing uniform blue work clothes, busy working in an orderly manner. The entire workshop gave him a thriving atmosphere.

"After our new factory building is completed, this workshop will be separated into a separate car and tractor manufacturing plant. In the future, various tractors and cars will be produced here."

Wan Feng introduced them one by one.

“You guys are still going to build cars?”

"Why not? We want to build not only trucks but also cars, but that's two years away. Right now, we're still accumulating technology, so it's not time to start production yet."

Qin Guanghui took a breath and said, "I heard something. This young boss said he wanted to build cars!"

Next, Wan Feng took them to visit the machine tool research workshop and saw those bizarre Soviet machine tools.

Then he took them to visit the factory cafeteria and the employees' entertainment lounge.

What surprised Qin Guanghui and his girlfriend again was that in addition to various indoor entertainment activities, the staff entertainment lounge also had a library with an area of ​​nearly 200 square meters.

The variety of books inside is almost as many as their university library.

There are still some workers here learning.

Qin Guanghui and his girlfriend were envious of this atmosphere and immediately recalled the good times in college.

Finally, Wan Feng brought them to Gu Hongzhong's office.

"This is the electronic public relations team our factory established two months ago. Come in and take a look!"

Wan Feng pushed open the door: "Come in!"

The members of the electronic public relations team looked at Wan Feng in confusion when they saw their boss coming in with two unfamiliar young men.

"Let me introduce you all. This is Professor Qin Guanghui, whom I visited Bohai University two days ago. He graduated from the Computer Science Department of Bohai University of Science and Technology. Welcome everyone!"

The members of the electronics team applauded enthusiastically when they heard this.

"This is Comrade Gu Hongzhong, the leader of our factory's electronics group."

Gu Hongzhong stretched out his hands and shook Qin Guanghui's hands: "Hello, Teacher Qin, we have been looking forward to having a teacher who can teach us computer knowledge every day, and you are finally here."

Qin Guanghui blushed. A middle-aged man with a beard called him teacher, so he had to blush.

Qin Guanghui's partner nudged Qin Guanghui gently and gestured to the computer on the table.

"You guys have computers?"

Holy shit, their university's computer department only has two teaching computers, and they're pretty worn-out, yet they treat them like treasures.

"I bought it two months ago, but no one knows how to tinker with it."

"May I take a look at it?"

"No problem. If you come to work for me, I'll start you right away. I'll work on as many machines as you want."

Qin Guanghui came to the computer, plugged in the power and turned it on.

After a few minutes, the computer lit up.

"The IBM PCXT enhanced microcomputer from the US is much more powerful than the one we have at school. I'm afraid it's around 25,000 or 26,000."

Ah! Twenty-five or twenty-six thousand! How much money did that bastard Zhang Shiqian make from me?

I spent more than 40,000 yuan to ask him to bring this back. I knew he must be making money, but I didn't expect this old thief to make so much money from him.

The old bastard couldn't stand up when he asked him to do something with his wife!

Wan Feng cursed fiercely.

Zhang Shiqian, who was bragging to his friends at home thousands of miles away, sneezed violently.

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