Chapter 1187 Motorcycles, Yes

"Hey, isn't this He Yuzhu, the man who married into the Jia family, Comrade Shazhu!"

Just when Shazhu was smugly immersed in his father's call, a nasty voice came from the hanging flower gate.

You don't need to look to know it's Xu Damao.

"Damn Shamao, I was looking for you?"

"If you think your mouth is dirty, I'll go to the toilet to wash it for you!"

Shazhu waved his fist forward, and Xu Damao ran to the backyard in a hurry.

Ever since he got the marriage certificate with Qin Huairu, there have been rumors in the yard that Shazhu married into the Jia family.

And the source of this, you don't need to guess to know that it was made by that bastard Shamao!

"Shazhu, you don't care what others say!"

"I think you just like the Jia family's house. You don't have a place to live, so you marry into the Jia family. You are a grown man, so shameless."

"Damn Shamao, if you have the guts, just stand there and talk!"

"Why should I listen to you!"

Xu Damao ran to the door of his house, pushed the door open and was about to go in, but was blocked by Qin Jingru.

"Wife, get out of the way..."

Shazhu's voice came from behind, and Xu Damao rushed into the house in fear.

"The monk can run away, but the temple cannot. What's the point of hiding?"

Qin Jingru looked at Xu Damao with contempt. This guy is full of bad water, but he likes to provoke people he can't beat.

He is simply a masochist.

Shazhu chased him, and Xu Damao subconsciously hid behind Qin Jingru.

Seeing Qin Jingru, Shazhu's anger was immediately blocked.

Qin Jingru stood at the door with her hands on her hips, looking at Sha Zhu with sharp eyes.

Sha Zhu had something on his mind and didn't dare to look at Qin Jingru.

If there was one thing he didn't dare to see the most in this courtyard, it was the woman in front of him.

She gave him happiness and hope, but in the end, he let her down.

"Sha Zhu, you did a good thing!"

Qin Jingru's eyes were sharp, and her words were a double entendre.

Sha Zhu hesitated and shrugged his head.

Xu Damao behind Qin Jingru didn't know why he was like this, but when he thought of himself hiding behind Lou Xiao'e in the past, Sha Zhu was like this.

To understand it with his brain, that is, 'A good man doesn't fight with a woman'.

"That's right, Sha Zhu, you can't let others talk about the good things you did."

Xu Damao instantly raised his fighting spirit.

Sha Zhu raised his head suddenly. He didn't dare to look at Qin Jingru, but that didn't mean he didn't dare to beat Xu Damao.

"Grandson, if you have the guts, come out and don't stand behind a woman."

"Bah, what's wrong with standing behind a woman? This is my wife, I am happy with it."

Xu Damao put his hands on Qin Jingru's shoulders and looked at Sha Zhu provocatively. Qin Jingru was the one who cut off Sha Zhu's hand back then, and he, Xu Damao, was just trying to provoke Sha Zhu, hum.

"Bah."

"A good man doesn't fight with a woman, Sha Mao, you'd better not touch me."

Sha Zhu shouted a few words, waved his fist, and then looked at Qin Jingru. In the slightly angry look of the other party, he turned around and left immediately.

Watching Sha Zhu leave, Qin Jingru took a deep breath.

She knew that she had one less choice!

After coming to her senses, she shook off her hands on her shoulders and looked back at Xu Damao.

"How is it? Did you find the person?"

Xu Damao didn't say anything, but he pulled Qin Jingru back home, took a sip from the jar, and then said, "I went to look for him, but the people nearby still haven't come back."

"Haven't come back yet? Didn't he say he was going to the countryside and would be back soon?"

"Who knows!"

Xu Damao had no choice but to take a big sip from the cup.

Qin Jingru sat aside, "It can't be, it's a lie."

"Lie? No way!"

Xu Damao put down the cup, thinking that he had spent so much money, if it was a lie, it would be a big loss.

Not only did his illness not get cured, he didn't have a child, and he drank so much medicine in vain, and suffered so much, who can he tell about this?

Qin Jingru rolled her eyes, "How can Liu not lie? There are people who issue fake certificates, what's yours?"

After saying that, Qin Jingru's heart skipped a beat, her face turned pale, and she glanced at Xu Damao.

However, fortunately, her pregnancy was real, and Xu Damao didn't think about it, so he concealed his inner panic.

At this time, Xu Damao suddenly realized something, as if he had woken up from a dream!

"Jingru, do you think that Shazhu and Qin Huairu's marriage is fake?"

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Yang's family.

After Yang Xiaotao and the Taoist priest had a few drinks, the Taoist priest wandered back to the backyard, while Yang Xiaotao came to the study and took out the drawings of the diesel engine to study carefully.

The drawings on the table were the design drawings of the four-cylinder diesel engine for the two of them.

With a two-cylinder engine as the foundation and an eight-cylinder engine as the research direction, as Yang Xiaotao said, the design of a four-cylinder engine is not difficult.

It was not even midnight, and the system's voice had already sounded in his mind.

"Another three thousand credits have been credited."

"But compared to the two-cylinder engine, it's a lot less."

Yang Xiaotao looked at the credits awarded by the system, and thought that when the single-cylinder engine and the two-cylinder engine were made, the credits given were very considerable, and each time they were five thousand credits. Why did it become three thousand for the four-cylinder engine?

Looking at its evaluation, they all reached the excellent level, but the credits given were greatly reduced.

Yang Xiaotao suspected that this was a deliberate arrangement by the system, which was to prevent him from constantly taking advantage of diesel engines.

After all, except for the single-cylinder, double-cylinder and four-cylinder engines, the other three, five, six and seven-cylinder engines were all very good.

Now it seems that even if I work hard to make the following, I will not get many credits. In the end, it would be good to get 100 points.

Put away the design drawings of the four-cylinder diesel engine. It is not used in the machinery factory, but it does not mean that it is not used in other places.

Everything is useful.

I looked at the control panel and found that I still needed more than 2,200 credits to reach 30,000.

As long as I reach 30,000, I will upgrade. I must save it this time.

Yang Xiaotao made up his mind that no matter what good things there were in the exchange column, he had to endure it this time.

Look at the time, it is not yet ten o'clock.

Perhaps because he is used to sleeping late, Yang Xiaotao did not feel sleepy, but a little hungry.

He took out two apples from the space and started to eat them.

Suddenly I remembered that Liu Dehui had mentioned the research on gasoline engines in Shanghai. If it was before, Yang Xiaotao would not have had any idea.

The country is so big and the market is vast. The people's needs cannot be met by the machinery factory alone.

The research on gasoline engines by the Shanghai Automobile Factory is good for both the people and the country.

But this guy, if he had made a gasoline engine, he could have just made his car, but he had his mind on a tricycle.

He had asked Liu Huaimin, and at the meeting of the First Ministry of Machinery Industry, someone wanted to let the Shanghai Automobile Factory participate, under the pretext of sharing the pressure.

After some discussion, the superiors believed that this pressure sharing was necessary, after all, the country also needed vehicle transportation.

The excellent performance of the tricycle and Doublestar tractor was naturally recognized by everyone.

But this made Yang Xiaotao very unhappy.

It's okay to copy it, but you rejected it first.

You think it's hard to make, so you throw it to others.

Now, the machinery factory has made achievements here, and you want to take advantage of it?

Haha.

Why do you take all the good things?

Although he couldn't stop his superiors' decision, Yang Xiaotao still planned to use his own way to vent his anger.

In the space, a drawing that had been placed for a long time was taken out.

This was a small gasoline engine that Yang Xiaotao was rewarded with when he was promoted to the fourth level of mechanical proficiency. At that time, he was focused on diesel engines. In addition, this engine was not big, so it should be used on motorcycles. However, there was not much demand for motorcycles in China, so it was kept in the space and not taken out.

Hasn't Shanghai made a gasoline engine now?

Then he also made a gasoline engine, and made a motorcycle by the way, so that they would know that it was not that the machinery factory could not make a gasoline engine, but that it did not want to make one.

Looking at the drawings, Yang Xiaotao spread them out and looked at them.

This small gasoline engine has two cylinders, but in terms of size, it is not as big as the Red Star single-cylinder engine.

"This thing is born for motorcycles."

Looking at the drawings in his hand, Yang Xiaotao thought of the rise of motorcycles in the future.

At that time, he was still in school, and he was very envious of people riding motorcycles on the road.

The rumbling sound, the rapid speed, and the feeling of freedom brought by Mercedes-Benz.

Drifting handsomely, causing young girls to scream, conquering the girl of your choice.

Shuttle through the streets and alleys with your girlfriend, becoming a romantic in the eyes of others.

If this thing is made, it will definitely be cooler than a bicycle.

It can definitely conquer a real man.

Familiar motorcycle models appeared in his memory, and Yang Xiaotao thought that he could do it.

But thinking of what Liu Huaimin said during the day, that he was the creator of the accident, Yang Xiaotao hesitated.

Make a gasoline engine and a motorcycle at this time?

Is there any spare energy in the workshop?

But it is not his style to let him just give up.

People have bullied him blatantly, and it is not his style to swallow his anger.

"If it doesn't work, just do it yourself."

I think I am an 8th-level fitter, what's so difficult?

Thinking of this, Yang Xiaotao began to study gasoline engines and designed various parts of the motorcycle.

Just when Yang Xiaotao found a new goal and struggled for the design drawings, Chen Yongsen was lying on the table in the dormitory of the steel plant, his head was full of paste.

"I said Sanmu, go to bed quickly, what time is it."

Zhao Chuan, who was in the same dormitory, yawned and rubbed his eyes.

"You, go to sleep first."

As if yawning is contagious, Chen Yongsen couldn't help yawning, then stretched and continued to look at the report on the table.

Yang Xiaotao asked him to sort out the information and hand it in.

This was difficult for him. When they did the experiment, they were just "experimenting for the sake of experimenting", and the recorded data was not detailed.

Especially the content of some metals, they themselves were not sure, how to give specific values?

And he didn't know how to write this report.

On the letter paper in front of him, except for the top line, there were lines below.

"I said, what are you worried about? Mr. Yang just wants a report. Just sort out your record book and hand it in."

Zhao Chuan said nonchalantly. In his opinion, Mr. Yang is still easy to talk to, especially to his peers, and he doesn't have that kind of domineering feeling.

If Secretary Liu and Director Yang knew about this today, they would definitely be scolded, and they might even be driven out.

But Yang Xiaotao just criticized them a few times to get them back on track.

Based on this point alone, Yang Xiaotao was convinced to be the team leader.

"You don't understand. The data must be accurate. Even if you don't know the specifics, you have to shorten the range. Otherwise, what will Mr. Yang think when you hand it in?"

Zhao Chuan sat up, "You're right."

"Besides, the format should be more formal."

"Well, what do you think?"

Chen Yongsen rubbed his temples, "If I could figure it out, would I still be here?"

Zhao Chuan nodded, and suddenly thought of something, "Sanmu, when you were studying metallurgy at the University of Science and Technology, you should have come into contact with formulas."

"It's just some published formulas."

"I know, what's wrong?"

Chen Yongsen still didn't understand, Zhao Chuan explained, "Then you just write one according to the format of the formula, what materials are used, how much is the content, don't write it if you don't know."

"Chuanzi, why didn't you say it earlier."

Chen Yongsen complained, and immediately turned back to write.

He knew those public formulas by heart.

"You didn't ask earlier."

Zhao Chuan muttered, then lay down, and soon, snoring came.

After Chen Yongsen finished writing the report, he solemnly put it in his book and went to sleep.