Courtyard House: A Major Power's Heavy Industry, Hand-Crafted Nuclear Fusion

The second day of renovations.

The atmosphere inside the courtyard became even more eerie.

Everyone who passes by Su Zheng's house will subconsciously slow down, wanting to listen to what's going on inside, or peek through the curtains to see what's happening inside.

But the door remained tightly shut, and the red sign that read "No Trespassing" was still glaringly obvious.

Moreover, there didn't seem to be much clanging noise inside; in fact, it was almost too quiet.

Su Zheng was currently shirtless and busy inside the house.

Although the wind was howling outside and the temperature was several degrees below zero, it wasn't too cold inside. This was because the soundproofing and insulation he had done yesterday was already showing initial results.

But he was not satisfied.

"System, bring up the design diagram of the [Micro-circulation Heat Convection System]."

Su Zheng took out a bunch of oddly shaped metal pipes and an old coal stove he had salvaged from a junkyard.

What he wanted to do was to create a truly "homemade heating system".

In those days, central heating was a rarity, only found in cadre dormitories. Ordinary families would use coal stoves, and even then, they had to worry about carbon monoxide poisoning.

Su Zheng used the Eye of Truth to drastically modify the furnace structure.

He coiled a ring of copper pipes inside the furnace (this was a significant expense) as a heat exchanger.

Then, using the principle of thermosiphon (hot water rises and cold water falls), the copper pipe was connected to the row of homemade heat sinks along the wall.

He also used scrap aluminum to die-cast this radiator. Although it was not as exquisite as the radiators of later generations, the heat dissipation area was large enough.

"Connector, seal, fill with water."

Su Zheng's movements were practiced and skillful, as if he were performing a precise surgery.

Every interface was wrapped with PTFE tape, and every valve was adjusted to the optimal angle.

To prevent scale and corrosion, he also added a system-prepared rust inhibitor to the circulating water.

Around noon.

Everything is ready.

Su Zheng lit the stove.

This time, he still used the kind of [smokeless, odorless, high-energy coal].

Flames leaped merrily in the furnace, blue flames licking the copper pipes.

Soon, Su Zheng heard a faint sound of water flowing from the pipe.

That's the sound of hot water starting to circulate.

Ten minutes later.

Su Zheng reached out and touched the heat sink on the wall.

It's too hot to handle!

A wave of heat began to spread through the room at a visible speed.

The room temperature, which was originally in the teens, rose to 22 degrees, then 24 degrees, and finally stabilized at 26 degrees in just half an hour!

This temperature might not seem like much in later generations, but right now, it's practically summer!

Su Zheng wiped the sweat from his forehead, took off his work pants, and wore only a thin shirt and a pair of shorts.

He walked to the window.

Due to the huge temperature difference, a thick layer of frost has formed on the window glass.

But this is perfect; it becomes a natural curtain, completely obscuring what's happening inside from the outside.

Su Zheng used his finger to make a small hole in the glass.

Through the small hole, he saw that in the yard, the old woman was hunched over, stamping her feet as she washed vegetables by the sink, her nose running from the cold.

At the entrance of the Jia family's house, Banggeng, wrapped in a tattered cotton-padded coat, squatted against the wall like a quail, basking in the sun, but the little bit of sunlight couldn't keep out the cold wind at all.

"Oh."

Su Zheng chuckled softly.

This contrast, this difference, is what makes it the ultimate enjoyment.

He was eating an ice pop inside wearing only a thin shirt, while they were outside wrapped in cotton-padded coats and had runny noses.

This is called "survival isolation".

I don't need your "mutual assistance" or your "affection".

I am a world in myself.

Su Zheng turned around and walked to the newly built cabinet.

Open the cabinet door, take out a can of luncheon meat taken from the system space, and cut it into thick slices.

Then he took out a handful of dried noodles.

I put a small pot on the stove to cook noodles and add meat.

Soon, a rich aroma of meat, mixed with the wheat fragrance of noodles, filled the warm, spring-like room.

To get some fresh air, Su opened the window a crack.

call--

Steam carrying the aroma of meat gushed out from the gaps.

yard.

The three women who were washing vegetables suddenly sniffed.

"This taste...is it meat again? Or luncheon meat?"

She looked up at the steaming window of Su Zheng's house, her eyes filled with envy and jealousy. "Su Zheng... he's living too well, isn't he? He only lost a hundred yuan, and he's already spending like this?"

The stalks smelled it too.

His stomach growled, and he instinctively tried to move closer.

But as soon as he saw that window, he remembered the excruciating pain that was worse than death, and he shuddered and ran back into the house in a panic.

"Grandma! Su Zheng's family cooked meat! I don't want to eat it! I don't want to eat it! That's electric meat! It's poisonous!"

The stick-shaped stalker has been traumatized by the electric shock.

inside the house.

Su Zheng sat in his homemade rocking chair by the window, holding a steaming bowl of noodles, eating while looking at the book "A Quick Guide to Fitter" in his hand.

The house is repaired, and life is comfortable now.

Now, it's time to get down to business.

Although he became an eighth-grade worker in the factory, he couldn't carry the load alone. To truly gain a foothold, or even advance further, technical skills alone were not enough.

We need more people.

You need to have your own people.

"Doesn't Yi Zhonghai like to form cliques? Doesn't he like to isolate himself?"

Su Zheng put down his chopsticks, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes.

"Okay."

"Then I'll go to the workshop and dig up your roots."

"Recruit disciples, build influence, and establish a faction."

"Let's see how long you can keep up this old man act."