After Zhou Yan took the rice cooker out, he did not take it directly to the factory. Instead, he met with the old man and began to study it secretly.
After three days of research, we are still testing the corresponding functions of the internal parts of the rice cooker.
"Hehe..." That night after finishing dinner and washing up, I was about to go back to my room to rest when I saw Comrade Xiaoyu's silly smile.
"What's wrong?" Zhou Yan raised his hand and pinched Comrade Xiaoyu's chubby face, and his mood became cheerful.
"Do you want me to explain to you how the rice cooker works?" Xiao Yu smiled strangely.
Zhou Yan's eyes lit up and he hugged the man tightly: "You know?"
Xiao Yu was embarrassed: "I don't know. But I can fool people a little bit." As a veteran of writing period novels, he still needed to learn a lot. Although, learning was the same as not learning at all.
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"What do you mean by fooling people?"
"I just don't understand, but I know the functions of certain parts. Well, that's all I know."
"Have you learned it?"
"I've heard it told from others, and I only have a vague understanding of it, enough to write a novel and fool readers."
Zhou Yan chuckled, cupped his wife's cheek and kissed her: "Then Comrade Xiaoyu, tell me about it and see if you can fool me."
That shouldn’t be possible! Xiao Yu thought.
After Zhou Yan took out the disassembled rice cooker, he stared at the parts inside, tried to recall, and then pointed to the parts at the bottom of the rice cooker and said, "It is said that if there is no electricity, the problem is usually here. This is the insulation control switch.
This is the key to the rice cooker. If it's broken, it can easily jump. Normally, when we cook, this thing is in this state: this side is connected to this side, and the power is on... There's supposedly a magnet inside the central axis. When the rice cooker is powered on, the water vapor inside evaporates, and the temperature rises above 100 degrees. The magnet loses its magnetism, and it jumps, and the rice is ready. Well, that's about it. That's all I know. You can research it yourself. Liberal arts students won't understand this."
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Zhou Yan frowned as he looked at the base of the rice cooker. He had tried it many times in the past few days and roughly knew the uses of some of the parts inside the base, but none of them were as impressive as the few words from this somewhat perfunctory "tour guide" at home.
Xiao Yu looked at him blankly and said awkwardly, "Well, I didn't learn physics well before. I learned all this specifically for writing novels. If it's useful, then use it. If not, you can only study it slowly on your own."
Zhou Yan hugged the person and kissed him hard: "No, it is very useful. I already know its complete working principle. Wait for me." As he said that, he sat down on the kang in front of the living room, took out some paper and pen, and began to draw on the kang table.
I have to say, people who are blessed by God are really enviable.
Zhou Yan just made a few casual strokes, and Xiao Yu felt that he had copied the rice cooker drawing he had seen on the Internet.
"How is it?" Zhou Yan handed the drawn and annotated drawing to Xiao Yu.
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Xiao Yu looked at the blueprint and said, "It's similar to what I've seen. The top one is a temperature-sensitive magnet. I don't understand it, but I remember it very clearly. The one below is the magnet I mentioned. There should be springs inside, so that when the rice is ready, they will bounce up."
"Yes. I didn't mark it."
"I don't know anything else."
Zhou Yan suddenly became interested: "Do I need to know this to write a novel?"
Xiao Yu rolled his eyes. "Then what kind of novel should I read? In a technologically backward world, if you want the protagonist to be powerful, he naturally needs to understand some future technology. I may not understand it, but I can't help but write about it. Otherwise, it would be perfunctory to the novel and the readers."
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"The rice cooker is a side job. There are tutorials online on how to make salt, paper, soap, glass, and so on."
"Can you?"
"Usually my eyes know it, but my brain and hands say they don't."
Zhou Yan was successfully amused by Xiao Yu.
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"Sorry." Xiao Yu looked at Zhou Yan, who was laughing carefree, and felt a pang of pain in his heart. "I can't help you." If he had known he would travel through time and space, he should have... well, printed some information online. Anyway, he couldn't learn it.
"No, I've helped. Give me a week and I'll make you a rice cooker of this era."
Xiao Yu was dumbfounded: "Really?"
"It looks pretty simple, I want to give it a try. If it really succeeds, if it can be included in the machinery factory's product list, not only will there be a bonus, but it will also solve the problems for Gouzi and his friends. Our family will no longer be short of money."
Xiao Yu nodded: "I believe you."
"How about giving me some motivation?" Zhou Yan looked at Xiao Yu with burning eyes.
Xiao Yu's expression froze, and before he could move, Zhou Yan pushed the table away and pulled him into his arms.
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Xiao Yu thought the rice cooker project wouldn't go so smoothly. But after just one week, Zhou Yan brought back a rice cooker that looked a bit crude and cobbled together.
After trying it, I found that cooking was totally fine and the rice was very fragrant.
The next day happened to be Sunday, so Zhou Yan went to the small building that night to invite the old man.
It is said that the old man was so shocked that he wanted to come over to see it in the middle of the night. Look at his grandson, who built an electric rice cooker in just two weeks.
The old man didn't come that night, but he came to the courtyard early the next morning as soon as it was light.
In front of him, Xiao Yu cooked a pot of rice in an electric rice cooker.
The old man ate three bowls of simple dishes such as stir-fried radish greens with chili peppers, spinach with garlic and egg soup.
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