Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 604 - 603: Whose Good Person Writes a Banner Like This?

Chapter 604: Chapter 603: Whose Good Person Writes a Banner Like This?

Chang Shihong really had a rebellious streak in him.

Never comfortable with stable work, he always chose to venture where no one else would think to go.

Look, he really went to the construction site.

On the first day, he was overjoyed moving bricks.

On the second day, he mixed cement with Li Xiaoshan.

On the third day, he followed an old master and learned how to build walls.

On the fourth day...

Wong Xiao thought he was just someone craving novelty, who wouldn’t last a week before returning obediently.

But what happened?

Chang Shihong took root at the construction site, and even learned to cook large pot dishes.

He didn’t need much oversight here, and Duan Hongmei, whom he caught, was sent to the farm the next day after attempting to escape.

Wong Xiao specifically assigned two officials, a man and a woman, to escort her, ensuring she was watched the entire journey for fear she might run away again.

Even when going to the toilet, a female comrade accompanied her, leaving Duan Hongmei with no chance to escape and forced to resign herself to her fate on the farm.

This move indeed purified the Educated Youth Corps of the Nine-miles Team; according to He Aimin, their corps had also calmed down now.

This could be considered rare good news among a series of bad events.

In a flash, twenty days passed.

The production line miraculously transformed into a single entity, its appearance completely unlike before.

Wong Xiao worried again: "Xiao Lin, this is rented equipment, can we still return it after altering it?"

Lin Nianhe chuckled softly, "Uncle Wong, do you believe I can make the match factory give this production line to us for free?"

Uncle Wong’s mouth moved faster than his brain, immediately flattering, "Of course! I believe whatever you say!"

Lin Nianhe, long immune to Uncle Wong’s excessive praises, turned to Li Mo and said, "Big senior brother, let’s give it a try first."

"Okay."

Li Mo went to the control panel and operated it for a while, his hand hovering over the red start button, hesitating to press it.

He licked his lips, leaning towards Lin Nianhe, "Junior sister, maybe you should do it."

This was his first time handling such a big task without his master watching over him, and he couldn’t settle his nerves.

Although they had run the machine without raw materials last night, he was still extremely nervous today.

"Okay."

Lin Nianhe wasn’t burdened by the psychological pressure. She swung her little hand over to Li Mo’s side, extended her fingers, and slowly pressed the red start button.

"Boom boom boom—"

With a sound like distant thunder, moments later, the first gear began to turn.

One gear drove another, and the whole machine, like a beast awakening, thrived on electricity and burst into life.

Wood was continually cut, becoming neat matchsticks after several cuts. They were then boiled, dried, and after shaking off the debris, were inserted into a steel plate full of holes. One end was dipped into a pre-mixed match head compound. About five seconds later, the steel plate rose, sending these matches to the next spot to continue drying for nearly an hour.

The fully dried matches started being packaged, boxed, and bundled.

The whole process took almost two hours, and everyone watched quietly without speaking, even during the hour wait for the matches to dry, not a word was spoken.

Only when the machine slowly stopped did they belatedly realize that their faces had long been wet with tears.

Wong Xiao: "Really, it works? Are we going to make a million boxes of matches a day?"

Li Dahe: "Wong Xiaokou, you— you, bring those fans back to me..."

Li Mo: "Master... I, I actually can do it..."

Lin Nianhe: "I finally don’t have to screw bolts anymore."

After everyone expressed their feelings, the warehouse became quiet again for a few minutes.

Then suddenly there was an outburst of cheers, so loud they almost lifted the roof.

Actually, this production line isn’t fully automatic. Initial wood processing and cutting matchboxes still require human labor.

If we followed the designs from mechanical engineering plans fifty years later, it could probably be done all at once.

But scientific research never jumps to perfection; it only progresses by taking firm and steady steps, accumulating depth to achieve breakthroughs, otherwise, it’s just castles in the air—impressive from afar but hollow up close.

Forcing growth will surely lead to failure.

Things are already quite good as they are...

Ten days later, the match factory’s building was completed. The factory was located in the new section of the textile mill, three kilometers away from Ten Miles Team, just far enough that the residents wouldn’t be disturbed by noise.

Recruitment started half a month earlier, and a bunch of villagers who couldn’t participate in farming due to physical reasons turned into workers, mainly responsible for cutting the matchboxes and supplying raw materials to the boxing production line.

Those responsible for rough wood processing were mostly unemployed youths from the cities, as it required strong physical labor, something that local farmers could only do as temporary work during the farming off-season, not permanently.

With the completion of the match factory, Li Dahe, now adorned with the title "Factory Director," pushed the red button amidst high expectations.

Watching the machinery roaring into action, the enthusiasm of the crowd on-site was several times higher than that day in the warehouse.

They were bustling, excited and praising, while the mastermind behind all this was munching on melon.

Lin Nianhe, nibbling on melon, looked at the pennant in front and shook his head, "No, this won’t do."

Wang Xue touched her forehead, which had healed perfectly smooth without any scars, and looked at the pennant she and Wang Shumei were holding, which read, "Hua Tuo Reborn, Bian Que Reincarnated," and asked, "What’s wrong? Didn’t we do well?"

Lin Nianhe spat out a watermelon seed, seriously saying, "Dr. Zhou studied Western medicine. Presenting him a pennant that highlights ancestors of Chinese medicine is like asking for trouble!"

Wang Shumei and Wang Xue exchanged a glance, admitting that Lin Nianhe’s words did make some sense.

"What should we do then?"

"What should we write?"

Lin Nianhe flashed a bright smile and beckoned them with his fingers.

On this blissful day for the people of Lan County, Zhou Fenyang looked at the pennant before her, not feeling too happy.

"Who taught you to write a pennant like this?" Zhou Fenyang held the pennant, her feelings complicated.

"Lin Nianhe!"

Wang Shumei and Wang Xue replied in unison, skillfully passing the blame.

Zhou Fenyang: "..."

She slowly lowered her head, looking at the overcrowded pennant, itching to rush to Ten Miles Team and hang it on Lin Nianhe’s door.

"Dr. Zhou, you... don’t like it?" Wang Shumei asked tentatively.

Zhou Fenyang forced a smile, "Like, l-like it."

"That’s good, that’s good," Wang Shumei also felt uneasy, chuckled awkwardly, "then we won’t disturb you further, thanks again for saving us both!"

She grabbed Wang Xue and they hurriedly left.

Zhou Fenyang stood there, staring at the pennant that read, "Asclepius Reincarnated, Hippocrates Reborn," gritting her teeth and squeezing out through clenched teeth:

"Lin, Nian, He! You, better, not, fall, into, my, hands!"