Chapter 132 Planning to produce a machine tool in one month
Professor Qiu's inner self shook his head frantically. Compared to Officer Lin's achievements, his son was nowhere near as good—they were worlds apart!
That idea of "marrying" was utterly absurd and just asking for trouble!
Lin Baozhu and Lin Sanlang returned to the rented courtyard and went to their respective rooms. After carefully locking the door and confirming that it was safe, Lin Baozhu had a thought and slipped into the space.
However, the moment their feet touched the ground, before they even had a chance to catch their breath—
The ground beneath them began to tremble violently without warning!
At the edge of the horizon, a series of mountain ranges rose abruptly from the ground. The shallow ravines that were once fed by the springs had now become gurgling streams... At the end of the streams, a small lake quietly formed.
Looking again at the makeshift chicken and pig pens she had previously built, tall fences had been erected around them, separating the different species. Clear stream water flowed gently along the fences, nourishing the increasingly lush and verdant grass at her feet—the creatures inside were leisurely strolling and foraging!
Unexpectedly, the space was upgraded and automatically transformed into a vibrant little farm.
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Her space can actually be upgraded?
She clutched her pounding heart with one hand while looking around the newly renovated space.
Doubts arose in her mind; she didn't understand why the space had been upgraded!
If doing good deeds could promote the upgrade of the space, she had done quite a few good deeds: capturing spies, apprehending human traffickers, and wiping out bandits... She completed each and every one of them exceptionally well, yet the space showed no reaction whatsoever...
In an instant, her pupils contracted sharply, and a daring idea exploded in her mind like a thunderclap...
Lin Baozhu forcibly suppressed her turbulent emotions, and with a slight thought, she instantly appeared deep within the mountains.
Towering ancient trees stand tall, their massive trunks requiring three people to encircle them completely obscuring the forest, allowing only a few rays of light to penetrate. Beneath some decaying, withered trees, on the moist humus soil, various wild fungi thrive.
Termitomyces albuminosus, Boletus edulis, Chanterelle, Hericium erinaceus, Boletus edulis, Morel... the dazzling array of mushrooms made her mouth water.
With another thought, a huge basket appeared out of thin air beside her—this was a new ability she had just mastered today: within the space, she could freely control all objects at will.
She wandered through the mountains and forests, excitedly picking the large mushrooms.
In less than an hour, the huge basket was filled to the brim, and she smiled with delight.
The excitement of the upgraded space kept her wide awake. Under the cover of night, she carefully washed the freshly picked wild mushrooms, then deep-fried them in hot oil until golden brown and crispy, filling the air with a rich, exotic aroma. The fried mushrooms were carefully packed into jars and sealed for preservation; these would be treasures for mixing with rice or noodles in the future.
After processing the wild mushrooms, her gaze fell upon the mountain of eggs piled up in the space. More than six thousand eggs! She quickly calculated in her mind: a large basket lined with dry grass could hold just six hundred eggs securely. Ten baskets would be enough.
Other items needed to be prepared included a dress, women's blouses, and small leather shoes. She controlled these items with her mind, her thoughts "traversing" the simulated shopping mall, carefully selecting styles and sizes that were the most common and suitable for most people in that era. Fifty of each item were neatly packed and categorized. By the time everything was ready, dawn had broken outside the window. She took two sips of the spiritual spring water in her space, instantly dispelling the grogginess from staying up all night.
From the courtyard came the sound of Lin Sanlang starting a fire to cook...
After the brother and sister finished their breakfast in a hurry, Lin Baozhu said, "Third brother, I'll go find my classmate first and decide on a place to put the things. Then you can go find Qiu Sangbiao and bring him to the designated location."
"Okay!" Lin Sanlang readily agreed.
After saying goodbye to Lin Sanlang, Lin Baozhu headed straight for the machine factory with a clear goal in mind. She had already chosen the transaction location in her mind, so there was no need to waste time looking for it. She would rather use that time to make a few more parts at the factory and finish the machine tool as soon as possible!
Meanwhile, in the factory director's office, the director held the telephone receiver, looking troubled: "Sir, you know our factory's situation best! Although Comrade Baozhu is currently working on precision machine tools, there are only two months left until the National Machinery Exhibition! No matter how capable Comrade Baozhu is, she's still one person. She has to research machine tools and also find time to help with cases at the Public Security Bureau... Do you know? Just yesterday! She and Qin Haifeng notified the two of them to wipe out a bandit den and rescue more than ten abducted women, saving the country from a major loss! I really don't want to add any more burden to her!"
The voice on the other end of the phone seemed to say something more, and the factory manager frowned, finally saying helplessly, "Sigh... alright then, when she gets here I... I'll ask her for you. Okay, goodbye!"
The factory manager's smile vanished completely after the call ended, replaced by deep worry. The accountant beside him cautiously asked, "Manager, is the city... pressing us hard?"
"How could we not be anxious? They kept subtly inquiring about our progress and even specifically 'reminded' me to ask Comrade Baozhu if we could actually participate in the exhibition..."
The factory manager sighed heavily. "They weren't really asking; they were just showing off how close they were to success! If I were to ask Baozhu now, wouldn't that just put unnecessary pressure on her? If she's under too much pressure, the machine tool... sigh!"
Lin Baozhu was naturally unaware of the factory manager's troubles. She was already in the workshop, where many of the parts on the blueprints had already been produced under Lin Erlang's guidance. She casually picked up a workpiece and skillfully used calipers to measure it carefully. The workers were diligent, but there was still room for improvement in the precision control of some details—however, given time, once they fully understood the blueprints, producing precision parts that met the requirements would not be difficult at all.
Lin Baozhu quickly picked out the parts that needed rework and personally demonstrated to Lin Erlang and the others how to process them precisely to meet the standards. Everyone in the workshop held their breath, quickly jotting down each of her key points in their notebooks, hoping to use their spare time to study them thoroughly.
Seeing everyone's focused and hardworking expressions, Lin Baozhu's eyes flashed with satisfaction, and she said loudly, "Everyone, give it your all! Let's try to build this machine tool within a month! When that happens, I'll take you all to earn a lot of beautiful 'US dollars'!"
Since arriving at the machine factory, she had kept a low profile, afraid of undermining everyone's confidence. But yesterday, with the upgrade of the space, her bold conjecture grew stronger, and she desperately needed to verify it!
Lin Erlang exchanged glances with his coworkers, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke up to remind them, "Baozhu, your second brother knows you're very capable. But these high-precision machine tools aren't something that can be made overnight."
The basic components we're making now look alright, but the kind of bearing steel you specified in your drawings—high purity, high hardness, and extremely uniform microstructure—is hard to find on the market. Moreover, even if we found the material, the casting process is extremely demanding: the cooling rate must be incredibly slow to prevent internal stress. Some large castings even need to be left to 'sleep' in a constant-temperature environment for months or even years to allow residual stress to dissipate naturally. This is the foundation for ensuring the long-term stable accuracy of the machine tool, and we can't afford to be careless in the slightest!
Listening to Lin Erlang's clear and logical explanation, Lin Baozhu's eyes lit up. Her second brother truly possessed a rare talent and aptitude for mechanics!
What would take others years to resolve, she had a solution they were unaware of...
Time always flies when you're busy...
As soon as the work bell rang, she greeted Lin Erlang and Lin Ersao and rushed outside; she had to deliver goods outside the town…
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