"You can play with bangs. Don't do these things. You don't know how many peers are staring at bangs. They are eager to have an excuse to transfer people away." The factory director said in a low voice again.
When Hou heard this, he asked incredulously, "Impossible?"
"What is impossible? Take this as an example. It says that we should build a new coal factory or transfer Comrade Liu Hai to an organ. What should I do?"
"Not at all alert."
"Tomorrow you should explain to Liu Hai."
"All right, factory director."
When Liu Hai returned to the quadrangle, he sighed in his heart that this kind of thing had been predicted long ago. Liu Hai had heard people talk about it in his previous life. The world coal briquette was changed into honeycomb briquette, which was commonly known as coal to coal. Not only the documents were issued above, but the streets also sent people to do demonstrations and ideological work. Many people still did not accept honeycomb briquette.
However, Liu Hai has a way to deal with it. Today, the factory director's attitude is a little strange, which makes Liu Hai uncertain.
Look at the corn seedlings in the flower bed under the window. They are about ten centimeters tall. The growth out of the space is better and stronger.
The sweet potato vine is also green, and the bangs are wondering whether to build a guardrail or something, or someone will steal something.
Soak the burned coal ash with water, and then pour it into the flower bed together, not only killing insects, but also adding fertilizer.
After dinner, the second uncle came to teach the technique of bangs. Looking at the half drawing of bangs, he asked, "Xiao Hai, is this your painting?"
"Second Uncle, yes, I used measuring tools to measure and draw," replied the bangs while polishing their skills.
"Sure..." The second uncle looked at all the parts and components of the painting, and the painting was neat.
Liu Hai seldom drew pictures by hand in his previous life, so he certainly didn't get used to it at first. In his previous life, he used to draw pictures by computer.
Second Uncle taught for an hour, and then left. Liu Hai continued to draw. First, he finished drawing all the old engine parts, and then he began to design a new engine.
It's a fake. Why? Not all are pistons, cylinder liners, carburetors.
The next day when he went to work, Hou called Liu Hai into his office and whispered the reason.
"Brother Hou, we have so many coal stoves in Kyoto. One coal stove can save one kilogram, and how many kilograms can we save in Kyoto?" Liu Hai still remembers that it seems that tens of thousands of tons of coal were saved in the first year of large-scale promotion.
Chief Hou was also impressed because the honeycomb briquette that was turned off from work yesterday was still available this morning, and it will not be used to light a fire every day in the future. It is also convenient to change coal balls, and there is no ash.
"I understand the attitude of the factory director, and I don't want to be famous. I'm still young, but we can start from ourselves, from the bottom up..." Liu Hai explained his idea in detail.
Hou Section Chief listened and patted the table: "We Party members should economize. We should start from ourselves."
"Section chief, give the order."
"Good."
The people in the maintenance department were busy. The furnace was made of pig iron directly from the mold. The maintenance department had everything. The head of Hou went to the foundry to collect wool.
When people saw the bangs, they thanked them one after another: "Secretary Liu, thank you for your boar meat."
"Secretary Liu, take whatever you want."
"Yes."
These people had a meal of wild boar meat last Saturday, and saw bangs saying hello one after another. Many people also took the wild boar meat home, and then added some other dishes to cook meat for the family.
When the factory director knows it, he also turns a blind eye, as long as he does not allow himself to report.
The promotion task is a few people in the maintenance department who will pay for the scrap iron in the material recycling station and give some processing fees to the maintenance department.
This is also Liu Hai's suggestion to follow the processing route of supplied materials.
In the afternoon, five casted honeycomb briquette stoves were ready. There are two models, one burning three and one burning nine. The size of coal balls is uniform. There will be 12 and 16 more commercially available ones in the future.
After a busy day, several people in the maintenance department took their honeycomb briquette stove home in the afternoon.
Liu Hai brought 30 beehive briquettes and a stove, which Hou Chief pulled together with a tricycle in the factory in the afternoon.
In Li Dali's home, Li Dali's mother looked at the honeycomb briquette stove and asked suspiciously, "You don't have any smoke, can it be useful?"
"Mother, you can rest assured that if you burn this all the time, it will be 20% cheaper every year." Li Dali has tried it himself, and of course he knows the result.
"Twenty percent? Is that right?"
"Mother, it will burn up later. You see, with this, you don't need so much firewood."
"Let you toss around. If you can't, send it back to me." Li Dali's mother still doesn't believe it.
"Of course."
Once the honeycomb briquette is burned, the fire is concentrated, and soon a pot of water is ready. Li Dali's mother looks at the red honeycomb briquette and believes it.
In the evening, Li Dali said while changing the honeycomb briquette: "Mother, have you seen that? This is the replaced one, and it doesn't shake the ash."
There is an iron hook on the coal ball stove. If you want to shake the ash hard, you can get it everywhere.
"Burning at night?"
"You can put a pot of water."
"Can't you burn the pot?"
"No, there is still hot water in the morning."
My mother Li Dali got up and looked at the kettle twice in the evening.
"Tut tut, you secretary Liu did a good deed." The next morning, Mrs. Li Dali looked at the water in the kettle, and it was really hot. She opened the air door below, replaced the honeycomb briquette, and soon the fire started.
"That's right. I'm learning English with a college teacher."
Just then, someone outside shouted, "Li Dali, gone."
"Mother, remember, when not cooking, Xiao Kong is facing." Li Dali heard Liu Hai calling himself, and said.
"Hmm." Li Dali's mother nodded.
My mother Li Dali was also at work, thinking about the honeycomb briquette stove. When I got off work in the afternoon, there was still a fire. There was less water in the teapot, but it was hot. My mother Li Dali changed a honeycomb briquette and opened the air door.
"It will be better in winter." In the past, when burning a coal ball stove, the fire was pressed with powdered coal mixed with soil in winter, which was not good. The fire went out the next morning. If it hadn't been burned out, the teapot would have burned out. This honeycomb briquette looks very good for the time being.
"Eh, what are you doing?" Li Dali's neighbors looked at the honeycomb briquette made by Li Dali's mother. It was so strange.
"This is honeycomb briquette. Let me tell you, it's very good. There is hot water at any time, and you don't need to make a fire every day." Mrs. Li Dali tried her best to promote it.
The neighbors were skeptical. Wait and see. People came back one after another, and then the whole yard was burning coal briquette stoves, lighting firewood, and then putting coal briquettes.
As soon as the fire was lit, Li Dali's family had already called for dinner, and the neighbors were all talking about it.
"Brother, what is this?" Xu Damao asked curiously, looking at the honeycomb briquette burned in the flower bed at the gate of Liu Hai.
"This is honeycomb briquette, which is very good."
"Really?" Xu Damao came up and looked carefully. At this time, everyone in the compound was lighting a fire. So in the winter of Kyoto, although it was not as exaggerated as London, the environment was still very bad with sandstorms.
"Brother, give me a whole one." Xu Damao heard about the benefits of honeycomb briquette, so he immediately asked for one, mainly because of the face of bangs.
"Brother Xu, I'm sorry. Our factory doesn't sell it. You can buy some scrap iron, and I will process one for you."
"Line."