Thirty-five years ago, or even earlier, the deafening screams sounded in the walls of this road during the day and night, and the sound of electrodes melting furnace materials did not attract the attention of passers-by outside the wall at all.

The casting workshop is next to the factory gate, which has a little impact on the image of the entire factory. But there is no way. The First Machinery Factory is an old factory. When the workers in the factory talk about their own factory, they can tell many proud history as they know. Among them, the people in the casting workshop always say that before the liberation, the casting workshop was a military factory in the 1930s and 1940s. The two spans of steelmaking and shaping were old factories, even the 1930s and 1940s, and they had never moved. It was really amazing to be used until now. Comparing the factory buildings built today, it was impossible to compare.

Entering the factory gate, turn to the right from the transmission room, behind a row of willow trees, first there is a row of gray-black brick flat-top rows, a dressing room for the steelmaking section, and a workshop bathhouse; further forward, on the right, against the factory wall are several bungalow offices of the workshop technical group, which are also gray-black brick walls, all of which are old houses. On the front of the technical group, the left is an old factory building connected into several spans. First, there is a door hole that has never been closed. When you look inside, you can see the people close to it. Then you look farther and look more and more.

There were two young men wearing thick canvas work clothes near the cornerstone work hats, wearing duck tongue work hats that could no longer be identified, and came out of the small ear room on one side, leaning against an iron cabinet at the wall, and wearing the same work clothes, saying, "It's almost done, it's a scoop." The young man with a long face took the initiative to say, "Master Liu, let me do it?" The man who was called Master Liu, who was in his early thirties, looked at him: "Are you okay?" The young man with a long face smiled slowly and said, "Oh, give it a try."

As he said that, Master Liu walked not far from the iron cabinet. He was taller than the bungalow, round belly, with a circle cover on his head, and many shelves and pipes around him. He pressed a handle and suddenly, a slight dizzy opening opened. Looking inside, the yellow-red inner wall was like the orange clouds floating in the sky before the setting sun in summer, and also like an orange-pink wall that was extremely evenly applied.

The young man with long face put on a wide canvas glove, turned off the dark-blocking sunglasses on the brim of the baseball cap, picked up the long iron handle and scooped the spoon, walked a few steps, took the spoon a little and carried it on the edge of the fire, reached in, imitating the master's appearance, raised the spoon a long handle, and scooped a spoon like scooping water, pulled it out, and trembled slightly, poured it into a mold the size of a glasses box on the ground. After falling down, he also imitated the master's appearance and threw the spoon on the ground. Another short and fat young man,

He smiled and wore gloves, carefully tentatively to hold the handle of the touch. The young man with long face said, "Slow down, it's still hot." Master Liu said to another little eye: "Da stinky, go and tell the post of the post. Should you change the mouth?" Little eye called Da stinky said, "I won't take it with me, let them ask." He pointed to the two young men. Master Liu said, "But you, they just came, and they know what they have." He said, and hurried out, "Take the look to the laboratory."

The steelmaking section is not far from the workshop office. Master Liu didn't find the chief minister, so he looked at the workshop office bay and took a look. The two rooms on the left are the director's office. He went to the right and asked, "Are we chief ministers here?"

A female worker who was lying on the table and was writing something, looked up and said, "I haven't seen you."

When Master Liu saw that it was from the Gaoche Group, he said by the way: "I'll have to hang things on the steel stove later. I'll ask you Gaoche Group to go there quickly."

The female foreman who was lying on the table and writing didn't raise her mouth: "I'm having something to do, just go and sue them."

Master Liu left unhappily. He left the workshop office door and almost collided with a fat man in his forties or fifties. The fat man shouted loudly and said, "Ah, what's going on?" He was also a fat man following him, a woman. Master Liu said, "Master Che, have you seen us? "The fat man Che said, "Oh, I'm going back just now."

Master Che came in and saw the female worker writing at the desk and said, "Oh! Red Maple, how hard is the ability!"

The fat woman who came in behind possessed her and kept tsk in her mouth: "Ah, look at the red maple, how beautiful the words are written." Hongfeng, who lowered her head and was anxious to write, just smiled. Master Che asked the fat woman: "You are looking for the chairman of the union? Why are you looking for the chairman of the union?" Before the fat woman could reply, Master Che said rudely: "Your laboratory is free, and you are off work now?"

The fat female said slowly: "I am in the morning class. What are you doing with Chairman Jia?"

"What are you doing? You can't come if you have nothing to do? Just you can come?" Master Che said with a smile. As he was talking, Chairman Jia of the workshop union came in and looked at the two people standing there, and laughed: "Look at you two, you may be the heaviest two in the workshop."

The middle-aged man who followed him in had a louder voice than the master of the car: "Come on, compare and see who heavier?"

Master Che said, "Oh, old ghost, I'll tell you..." Old ghost who followed Chairman Jia in seemed to have not heard Master Che's words: "Compare, make a bet, and see which of you two is the better."

Chairman Jia sat down, took a breath, and laughed: "I think it's still a plum blossom."

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The old ghost doesn't do it: "That can be seen from the surface. You have to weigh it!"

"I weigh it too," said Master Che.

"Take off your clothes and weigh them! Be a net weight, not a gross weight!" the old ghost muttered.

The red maple with the words written beside him could no longer stop laughing.
Chapter completed!