Chapter 033 Policy

Wu Shanhai said sternly: "In the past, we used defective carbon steel, and students are not master craftsmen. If there are gaps or inclusions in the steel, they may be injured. So later on, I personally purchased it, not I don’t want first-class products.”

This is indeed in line with Wu Shanhai’s serious and responsible work style.

Lin Siwei probably knew that the level of industrial production in the 1980s was very fast. The early 1980s and the late 1980s were completely different.

At this point in time, large-scale infrastructure construction has not yet started, steel is not yet available, and the Grain School Practice Center uses less, so no one will get stuck on this matter. Wu Shanhai can indeed purchase good steel.

Wu Shanhai personally demonstrated and taught Lin Siwei how to use a saw to cut out the bevel of the hammer on the steel lump.

This is a fitter, who uses the simplest and most primitive way to polish an object using manpower and simple tools.

To be honest, it was more difficult for the thin Lin Siwei.

But in the next few days, Lin Siwei showed up at the practice center on time at noon every day, immersed in tinkering with the lump of steel. Even another teacher in the practice center who doesn’t come to work very often is curious.

He asked Wu Shanhai, this girl was short of a hammer and wanted to make one herself.

Wu Shanhai said that she was a transfer student and came to make up for practical classes. There was pride in his tone, as if Lin Siwei was his student.

The fitter work was dirty and tiring, but Lin Siwei never complained, and would clean the workbench when she left. Wu Shanhai knew that she had good academic results, so he felt that this girl could make it happen.

The hammer finally took shape, but there was still a hole missing for the hammer handle.

This time Wu Shanhai was determined not to let Lin Siwei do it by himself. He had to use an electric drill to drill the holes. If iron filings flew into Lin Siwei's eyes, it would be no joke.

Lin Siwei has been paying attention to Wu Shanhai.

He has skills, ideas, and tenacity. He is really talented in the practice center of the Grain School. Even if he is a director now, he only manages one person.

Wu Shanhai didn't know that the little girl in front of him was thinking about him. After drilling two holes, he said to Lin Siwei: "Use that round file to flatten the curved surfaces of the two holes. For detailed work, you put on gloves. Don't make any blisters."

"Okay." Lin Siwei put on his gloves, changed the angle of the hammer and clamped it again. He said patiently, "Teacher Wu, I come here at noon every day to delay your rest time. I can't help but feel sorry for you. "

Wu Shanhai really doesn't care: "I don't have the habit of taking naps. You come here every day, so I have something to do. It's better to be busy and feel at ease."

"Teacher Wu, I see there are a lot of hammers in the warehouse. It’s all rusty, is it all students’ homework?” “ Yes

. There are two to three hundred people in our grade, and the homework from several years is piled there.” Lin Siwei observed Wu Shanhai’s reaction. If I had to replace him with a teacher with selfish motives, he would have been sold as scrap a long time ago. These days, companies are all big pots, and poaching is done tacitly. Wu Shanhai said: "I also think it's a pity. The previous teachers all sold them as scraps, but I think our students' craftsmanship is also pretty good. Although they can't compare with those mass-produced in factories outside, it's a pity to sell them as scraps. Lin Siwei said: " Of course it's a pity. Although the workmanship of the students is a bit rough, don't you think our steel is good? The hammers sold on the market are not necessarily good steel. " Ah, our practice center all uses our own hammers, which are purchased from outside. It is common for a corner to break off when the hammer is hammered." Lin Siwei has learned after a few days of practice that a corner breaking off means that the steel is mixed with debris during casting. . "Since the quality is guaranteed, the school has never thought of selling directly to hardware stores?" Wu Shanhai laughed. Students are naive. The practice center is a school classroom and not a factory. How can it sell goods? However, he couldn't bear to laugh at Lin Siwei, because Lin Siwei asked seriously and had many ideas. "You need to be qualified to sell things. Our school does not have the qualifications. If you go out to sell things secretly, you will be arrested." This was speculation, and Lin Siwei understood it. But she had other ideas: "We can apply for a school-run factory. With factory qualifications, can't we sell it?" Wu Shanhai was a little surprised. It's not that he hasn't thought about this idea. However, the boom period of school-run factories was more than ten years ago. At that time, work-study programs were promoted in schools, and school-run factories based on their own conditions sprung up. Later, due to policy reasons, they were either shut down or transferred to relevant industry departments, and many teachers were collectively transferred to become corporate employees. It seems ten years too late to bring up school-run factories now. However, Lin Siwei, a little country girl, could think of this, which shows that she has put some thought into it. Wu Shanhai said: "The Grain School does not have a school-run factory. Other brother schools used to have it, but they are all closed now. It seems that the higher authorities have not approved it. Anyway, it is not popular now." "That's it..." Lin Siwei was in the memory bank. Searching inside. She remembered that the masters she hired in her previous life told her many old stories, and they were certain that the school-run factory would make a comeback. Wu Shanhai was thinking about it in her mind, and then said: "It would be great if we could set up schools and factories. We have more than just hammers in our library. Did you see that there are also a lot of hardware pieces?" "Yes. There is almost no room for it in the warehouse. " "I just can't bear to sell it as waste. I feel that it is not waste. You can see this, and the wine and soda made in the brewing class experimental class cannot be stored. , they were all thrown away." Lin Siwei stomped his feet in distress: "It's a pity if you drink it instead." "Hey, someone took it home to drink it," Wu Shanhai thought every time the product came out. The great sight of all the teachers bringing buckets made me laugh out loud. "Anyway, let's deal with it first. When the class of 1983 comes next year, this warehouse will really have to be cleaned up. First, it can't be put down. Second, the school's funds are also tight now. Our practice center almost has no money to buy materials. It is indeed necessary. Find ways to increase income.” ’83? Lin Siwei suddenly felt something in his heart, and a light flashed through his mind. She has this year in her memory bank. She remembered that there was a master who was from the class of 1983. She said that when he enrolled in school, it happened that the school had just followed the policy and opened a school-run factory. Enrollment was in September, and policies were promulgated and implemented locally, which was not as rapid as that of later generations. People these days also need a process to liberate their minds.

Then we can work backwards, and the policy must have been introduced several months or even half a year ago.

It is now the end of September 1982, which means that Wu Shanhai only needs to wait about half a year to get the policies he wants.

Lin Siwei's brows widened: "Teacher Wu, I have a way to increase our practice center's income without turning the students' hard work into waste."

"What way?" Wu Shanhai was curious.

He was thinking hard but couldn't come up with a good idea. Did Mr. Lin come up with it?