Rebirth of the 80s New Farmer

Liu Yang was taken aback: "Above level eight? Are you telling the truth?"

Their Shijiazhuang tractor and complete machine and accessories factory, such a large factory only has one eighth-level craftsman, and this goods is aimed at the eighth-level and above, and they want to get a batch back?

"That will be a few years later. I can't say whether it will be successful or not. I will talk about it at that time. Although I am not here, you will still feel like you are at home here. You can do whatever you want. If anyone wants to wear small shoes for you Mention my name."

This Liu Yang is not worried, it is expected that he will not be bullied by others here.

After caring about others, you should care about your own products.

The efficiency of his small assembly plant is very good now, the daily output is guaranteed to be around [-] units, and one-third of his first batch of [-] movements has been eaten.

During the time he came back, this humble small assembly factory had already produced a profit of [-] to [-] to him.

Among his relatives, only his uncle who worked for him did not have his own business.

Don't worry, Wan Feng won't treat him badly, and he will choose one in the future, won't it be over!

Chapter 725 The Beautiful Tibetan Rhythm of Fallen Silence

In the end, only the motorcycle remained.

In addition to the sample car sent for testing, the machinery factory made a second sample car, which was purely handmade.

After the styling was improved by Wan Feng, the current motorcycle has many differences from its prototype Jialing 50.

The fuel tank of the original Jialing 50 placed on the front frame was moved by Wan Feng to the seat of the car. Like the fuel tank of the Chongqing 80 motorcycle that will appear on the market next year, the front frame is also made into the style of 80, so that the whole bike looks better than the original. The CJ50 is much plumper and thicker.

Wan Feng walked around the motorcycle and was very satisfied with his design.

"It's a pity, I can't see the first motorcycle produced by us roll off the assembly line." It's a pity that we can't see the first motorcycle roll off the assembly line, which makes someone a little sad.

"The first motorcycle off the assembly line will be kept for you."

This is a good idea.

"But you have to pay." Xiao Dexiang's second sentence almost made Wan Feng bite his tongue.

He thought it was free!

After the motorcycle is successful, it is a matter of production. Of course, the more the production, the better, but the manual assembly line can only produce a few thousand vehicles a year, and the assembly line without mechanization is nonsense.

Now it is impossible to design a fully mechanized assembly line in China, and we can only rely on this kind of semi-manual and semi-mechanical assembly line.

Let's solve it slowly in the future.

The 50 engine is solved, so the next step is to solve the problem of the 70 engine.

At the end of October 8302, Jialing signed the "JH70 Technical Cooperation Contract" with Japan's Honda Corporation, which is the Jialing 70 four-stroke engine technology and the assembly of [-] motorcycles.

The 70 engine is much more complicated than the 50 engine, and the difficulty of imitating it successfully is not comparable to that of the 50 engine.

Wan Feng spent the last few days before leaving to roughly draw the schematic diagram of the engine of the 70 engine.

Because there is no real machine to follow the gourd painting, this can only be done slowly by technicians.

Didn't the little devil figure it out based on other people's things at the beginning? The IQ of the Chinese people is the highest in the world. If the devil can figure it out, there is no reason why we can't figure it out.

After handing over the blueprints, Wan Feng had to leave for Longjiang.

"If you go away for several years and don't come back, I might feel better in my heart. If you come back for three days and leave for two days, I will always feel uncomfortable."

Luan Feng started to be hypocritical again.

"Then this time I won't come back until I graduate."

"Dare! If the bastard doesn't come back, I'll go to Longjiang and bring you back."

Is it okay for you who are paralyzed to show your affection in front of others like this?

After Wan Feng waved goodbye to his relatives and friends in Gushan, he headed east all the way, and still took the train from Dongdan to Changchun.

He got off the car in Changchun and went to Sanchahe to have a look at his greenhouse. After seeing that everything was fine, he took the car to Habin without stopping.

Then I reversed the train and reversed the car, and returned to 25 on August 42th.

The admission notice of the vocational high school has been lying at home for more than half a month.

Wan Feng didn't even glance at it. Being admitted to a vocational high school is nothing to brag about, it's normal.

It is not normal not to be admitted.

After staying at home for a few days, it's time to start school.

At 31:42 a.m. on August [-], the students of the vocational high school set off to Sijitun to wait for the bus.

42 There are as many as twelve people who have joined vocational high schools, and half of them are sophomores.

There are only him and Wang Dong as boys, plus two boys named You and Liu in the second year of high school, and the rest are girls.

Now is the time for the company to deliver wheat to the Sijitun Wharf, and these students arrived at the Sijitun Wharf on the company's grain delivery tractor.

The Sijitun Grain Depot is next to the wharf, and after getting off the tractor from the grain depot, we will arrive at the wharf.

The rest of the companies also sent food to this grain depot, so the students of the other nine companies also came to Sijitun by tractor or car.

Soon nearly a hundred people gathered on the pier of Sijitun.

Among the hundreds of people, like Wan Feng, more than half were in the first year of high school, and the rest were in the second year of high school.

There are about 30 or more boys together, and Wan Feng knows them, and some of them don't know Wan Feng.

The boys who had conflicts with Wan Feng during the exam turned their eyebrows coldly at the girls, and no one spoke to him.

Wan Feng doesn't care if these people talk to him or not, if you don't talk about me, you won't rush to put your hot face on your cold ass.

Among these people, Wan Feng didn't see Zhang Jinmiao. Did this guy really get into a key high school?

It is around 09:30 now, and it will take at least an hour for the downstream boat to board.

The remaining hour is really hard to endure.

Wan Feng walked down the steps on the pier to the river, and was just about to squat down, wash his face with water, and when he looked up, he saw a woman on a small beach three to forty meters downstream from the pier, who seemed to be waving to him.

Take a closer look, it's Tibetan Yunli.

Wan Feng followed the river to the small beach.

"I look like you, and it really is you."