78: Bringing his wife and children to Harbin Institute of Technology

"Ten days is the minimum. If you want to save time, you can dismantle the equipment in the old factory now and move it to the entrance of the new factory to wait."

"Once the ground dries, we'll move in immediately."

Ye Bingwen thought about it and felt that this method was feasible.

"Okay. I'll arrange for someone to dismantle the equipment first."

Back at the old factory, Ye Bingwen called Master Li over and instructed him on how to dismantle the equipment.

"Master Li, we'll start dismantling tomorrow. First, dismantle the press and move it to the entrance of the new factory. Dismantle the two milling machines too, one at a time."

"Okay. What if we can't put it back together after taking it apart?"

"If you can't put it back together, ask Xiao Chen for help. He's a mechanic, he should be able to handle it."

Master Li nodded and went to prepare.

Ye Bingwen returned to his office; it was already dark.

He opened his textbook and continued doing the exercises.

He has already done more than forty problems on the application of definite integrals in advanced mathematics, and has finally gone through all the problem types he was not familiar with.

Zheng Shuyun is working overtime today, and An'an is staying at her kindergarten teacher's house.

The office was quiet except for the sound of turning pages.

He finished the last question and closed the notebook.

I stood up, stretched my neck, and walked to the window.

In ten days, the ground will be dry, the equipment can be moved in, and the production line can be set up.

In about twenty days, the final exams will be over, the trial production of composite materials will come to an end, and life will be a little easier.

He locked the door and rode his bike home.

Zheng Shuyun hasn't returned yet.

An'an is already asleep at her teacher's house.

He found the leftover rice in the pot, heated it up, and ate a few bites.

I sat down at the table and opened my English textbook.

Zheng Shuyun has been learning English recently, and he promised to tutor her, but he hasn't been able to find the time yet.

I have some free time tonight, so I'll take a look at the content first and then explain it to her later.

After searching for half an hour, Zheng Shuyun returned.

"Where's An'an?"

She put down her bag.

"I slept at my teacher's house. I won't pick you up tonight; I'll pick you up first thing tomorrow morning."

Zheng Shuyun nodded and sat down.

"did you eat?"

"I ate. I ate the rice in the pot."

Zheng Shuyun stared at the English textbook on the table, momentarily stunned.

"Are you reading English?"

"Let me take a look."

Ye Bingwen pushed the textbook over.

"This chapter uses the subjunctive mood; have you studied it before?"

"I've learned a little, but I don't really understand."

"I'll explain it for you."

Ye Bingwen opened the textbook and, using the same teaching style he used in his previous life at the university, explained the usage of the subjunctive mood.

Zheng Shuyun listened attentively and took several pages of notes in her notebook.

After speaking for half an hour, Zheng Shuyun yawned.

That's enough for today, we'll continue tomorrow.

Ye Bingwen closed his textbook and turned off the light.

The ground of the new factory building has been poured.

Director Sun didn't mince words this time; the proportions were strictly followed according to the drawings.

The mixer ran for a whole day, and the concrete was poured to a thickness of twenty centimeters.

After watering the plants that day, Ye Bingwen squatted on the ground and touched them for a long time.

The surface is smooth and free of cracks.

"Xiao Ye, stop touching it, or you'll make a hole in it."

Director Sun was smoking nearby.

"I said, ten days, not a single day less. During these ten days, you can't do anything except water and maintain the plant."

"Okay. Ten days it is."

Ye Bingwen stood up.

Ten days is just enough time to dismantle the equipment in the old factory, move it over, and line it up at the entrance.

Eleven days later, once the ground was dry, we immediately began installation.

That afternoon, Ye Bingwen called Master Li over.

"Master Li, we'll start dismantling the equipment tomorrow. We'll begin with the press, then dismantle the two milling machines."

"We'll keep one lathe in the old factory building for odd jobs."

"What if I can't put it back together after taking it apart?"

Mr. Li was a little worried.

"That press machine is easy to disassemble, but it's a real hassle to assemble it if you can't get it level."

"Ask Xiao Chen for help. He's Professor Cai's graduate student, has a strong background in mechanical engineering, he should be able to handle it."

Master Li nodded.

He had worked with Ye Bingwen for so long and knew that this man was a man of his word; if he said he could do it, he definitely could.

The next morning, before dawn, Master Li and two workers were already dismantling the press.

Wrenches, crowbars, jacks—tools were scattered all over the floor.

Liu Xiaojun helped hand over the tools while making notes in his notebook.

"Xiaojun, what are you writing down?"

Master Li asked.

"Remember the order of disassembly. Brother Chen said, assemble it the same way you disassembled it; the order cannot be mixed up."

Master Li smiled.

"You learn quickly."

When Ye Bingwen returned from get out of class at noon, the press had already been dismantled.

The three main pieces were neatly arranged at the entrance of the old factory building, covered with tarpaulin.

One of the two old milling machines has been dismantled, and the other is being dismantled.

"Master Li, the progress is good."

Ye Bingwen walked around the workshop.

"It's alright. We can finish disassembling the milling machine by tomorrow afternoon, and start moving it the day after tomorrow."

"Be careful when moving it, don't bump or knock it over."

"Don't worry."

Master Li wiped his sweat.

"We've been working with these machines for so long, we've grown attached to them, it hurts me to see them get damaged."

In the afternoon, after Professor Zhao finished his lecture, he handed out another set of mock exam papers.

"These are last year's final exam questions. Take them home and try them out to see how many points you can get."

Ye Bingwen took the exam paper and flipped through it.

There are five major questions, each worth 20 points, covering the entire book.

He glanced at the questions and had a good idea of ​​what to do—he could answer most of them.

Back at the factory, Chen An was already squatting next to the parts of the press, inspecting the disassembled hydraulic cylinders.

"Director Ye, you've done a very thorough job dismantling it."

Chen An stood up.

"The screws were all marked, and the pipes were categorized. This makes installation much easier."

"Master Li's skills are meticulous."

Ye Bingwen squatted down and took a look.

"Xiao Chen, are you confident when you're putting on this act?"

"Yes. Professor Cai's lab has a press of the same model, which I've disassembled. The principle is similar, just a bit larger."

"That's good. You were there the whole time during the installation, and Xiaojun learned from you."

"OK."

Chen An took out calipers to measure the inner diameter of the hydraulic cylinder.

Liu Xiaojun handed over the tools from the side, and they worked together very well.

Ye Bingwen returned to his office and took out the mock exam paper that Professor Zhao had given him to work on.

He finished quickly, checked it once, and only closed the test paper after confirming that there were no problems.

It was already completely dark.

He stood up, stretched his neck, and walked into the workshop.

Chen An has already left.

Liu Xiaojun was still there, squatting alone next to the pile of parts on the press, checking each part one by one.

A corner of the tarpaulin was lifted.

"Xiao Jun, aren't you going back?"

"Almost done. I'll check it one more time, just in case something's missing when we assemble it tomorrow."

Ye Bingwen squatted down and helped him shine the light.

The two of them checked the list and counted each of the disassembled parts one by one.

"Alright, everything's ready. We'll install it tomorrow."

Liu Xiaojun covered the oilcloth with the cloth and rubbed his legs, which had gone numb from squatting.

"Uncle Ye, do you think this composite material can really replace steel in the future?"

"able."

Ye Bingwen turned off the flashlight.

"But it's not a complete replacement. In some places, steel is used, and in others, composite materials are used, taking advantage of each."