Fan Xiaofan has been coming and going in a hurry these past few days. She has already drawn up the blueprints for the parts, and now the question is how to make these two parts.
These parts cannot be produced using current production machines. They can only be modified by changing the fixed production tools to mobile ones. This way, even if more parts need to be produced in the future, the main power source can remain the same, and only the mold needs to be changed.
Once I figured out a way, I started doing it.
After more than half a month, Fan Xiaofan cheered excitedly when he saw the finished product of the two parts in his hand.
With the help of the technicians, the machine was disassembled and reassembled, completely resolving the previous circuit conflict issue.
Factory Director Fang wept with joy.
The other masters were overjoyed. Since Fan Xiaofan arrived, they seemed to be learning more and more. Things they dared not think about or try before, they found to be possible.
In the past, they would have thought that a machine was just one model, but Fan Xiaofan opened a new door for them.
It was a place they had never imagined before, a place of boundless dreams.
Fan Xiaofan is currently very sad because she has been busy for the past two weeks, and now she finally has a day off to relax at home, only to find...
How did her once clean and white little dumpling turn into a dirty little lump of coal in front of her?
And when did such a huge pile of dirty clothes appear in the house...?
After Fan Xiaofan finished washing up and then rinsing the little dumpling, her hard-earned day off was over, and it was already pitch black outside.
As Fan Xiaofan hung the clothes out to dry, she muttered to herself, "Some chauvinistic men always think that stay-at-home wives have nothing to do..."
Who knew that doing laundry, cooking, and cleaning would take up so much of the day...
Ironically, this kind of labor, which is so inconspicuous, always makes some people righteously deny its value. They don't even consider that if their wives didn't cook, do laundry, and clean, they would come home hungry, dressed in filth like beggars, and might even sleep among rats.
But they didn't take it seriously, feeling that they hadn't done anything at all.
With the rapid development of science and technology, alternatives to this labor conflict have gradually been found through scientific methods.
Therefore, in Fan Xiaofan's era, domestic robots were developed early on. They would do housework on time, allowing both men and women to devote more of their energy to more valuable labor.
But now...
Fan Xiaofan shook his head, bringing his dream of a housekeeping robot to the surface. Heh, let alone a housekeeping robot, even the most basic tap water isn't common these days, and washing machines are completely out of the question.
It all depends on human hands.
After washing their clothes for the past two weeks, Fan Xiaofan felt like collapsing onto the bed. This kind of replaceable labor was now unavoidable, otherwise, she couldn't stand being covered in dirt.
Fu Weidong, like a silkworm cocoon, had already been cleaned up and thrown onto the bed by Fan Xiaofan. Seeing Fan Xiaofan's utterly hopeless expression, he immediately raised his little paw and said, "Sister, I'll learn to wash clothes so you won't have to work so hard anymore?"
Fan Xiaofan watched him blink with amusement and gave his little head a good rub: "Using child labor is illegal. Just grow up well."
Fu Weidong sidled up to Fan Xiaofan and spoke to her in a childish voice, "Sister has been too busy lately."
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