Reborn in 1977, I will no longer be my brother's blood bag.

"Lin, the cable is connected."

Xiao Han emerged from the old warehouse, his cuffs covered in wall dust. Master Du closed the distribution box and told Manager Huang that the old wiring and drainage pipes on the east wall had been repaired, and they could test the machine without a load first.

Manager Huang waited for this sentence for a long time, and immediately asked the warehouse keeper to prepare the receiving slip.

There was only one meat truck left in the yard. Icy water dripped down the truck bed. The driver was squatting by the wheels, eating a steamed bun. When he saw people coming out, he quickly asked when they would unload the goods.

"Don't write the order yet."

Lin Xiuhe stood in front of the thermometer.

Manager Huang frowned: "The lines have been replaced, the machines are on, what are we waiting for?"

"If it can be opened during the day, it's not considered fully repaired."

Wang Chunmiao placed her notebook on the windowsill: "This machine breaks down eight out of ten times at night. The canteen is grinding flour, the boiler room is supplying water, and the old warehouse is also running; all three need to be running simultaneously for it to stop easily."

Manager Huang flipped through a few pages. The small notebook was curled at the edges; it contained notes on which day the light flickered, which night the east wall dripped water, and what time the compressor had stopped. The official record book next to it was much cleaner, containing only the temperature and start/stop times.

"Why weren't these reported before?"

"I submitted it," Wang Chunmiao said. "There's no place to write it on the official form."

Manager Huang turned to ask the warehouse clerk.

The warehouse clerk, holding the ledger, simply said that he had always kept records this way.

The meat truck driver urged him again. Manager Huang, looking at the melting ice outside the truck, said urgently, "Unload the goods first. If there are any problems tonight, call Master Du."

Master Du packed up his tools: "My daughter is sick, I have to go home this afternoon."

Xiao Han also stepped back: "I can hand you the pliers; I can't fix it if it really stops."

Manager Huang, feeling embarrassed, handed the pen to Lin Xiuhe: "Then what do you suggest we do?"

Lin Xiuhe flipped the warehouse receipt to the back.

"Make it clear: the daytime idle load is normal, but the total load at night has not been tested. If the machine is shut down tonight, who will bear the loss, and who will sign off on it?"

Suddenly, no one in the courtyard started urging them anymore.

Manager Huang stared at the paper: "You want me to sign a liability statement?"

"The goods come from the factory, and the decisions are also made by the factory."

What makes you so sure it will stop?

That's why we need to try.

Just then, Zhou Zhiyuan and the head of the transportation department entered the hospital. Manager Huang saw him and immediately explained what had happened.

After flipping through Wang Chunmiao's notebook, Zhou Zhiyuan only asked the head of the transportation department, "Are there any more trucks with ice troughs?"

There is one.

"Change it."

Manager Huang's expression changed: "Rearrange the car? What if she's wrong?"

"Preserve this batch of meat first."

"Whose fare should be paid?"

Zhou Zhiyuan handed over the dispatch order: "The unit I contacted will advance the money first."

Upon hearing this, Manager Huang could only nod and instruct the cafeteria to start the flour mill and the boiler room to start the pumps simultaneously.

The lights in the old warehouse flickered twice.

The compressor ran steadily for a few minutes, then suddenly made a muffled sound, the temperature gauge needle bounced back, and the machine stopped.

Master Du rushed in and pulled the main switch.

"The wiring is fine; the control unit can't handle the total load."

Manager Huang stood outside the door, staring at the unsigned warehouse receipt, before finally putting down his pen.

"No new stock tonight."

He turned to the warehouse keeper and instructed, "From now on, the contents of Wang Chunmiao's notebook should also be recorded in the official records."

Wang Chunmiao picked up her pen and filled in the downtime, flour mill, and water pump details one by one.

Lin Xiuhe took down the yellowed operation sheet from the wall.

"The machine needs to be modified, and the table needs to be modified as well."

"How should we change it?" Master Du asked.

"I can understand the work on the night shift and handle things quickly when problems arise, without having to search the whole factory for someone."

Wang Chunmiao immediately said, "It would be best if there were traffic lights. We can go on when the light is green and stop when the light is red."

Xiao Han added from the side, "Make it clear which button to press."

Several people gathered around the wooden crate and quickly finalized the plan.

Manager Huang went to arrange for more ice, and the driver returned to the car. The yard bustled with activity again, but Zhou Zhiyuan didn't leave.

Lin Xiuhe reached out to take the warehouse receipt.

"Give me."

"Keep it."

"What's the point of keeping it?"

"Remind Manager Huang not to rush him next time."

She looked at the corner of paper peeking out of his pocket: "Why did you adjust the car just now?"

"Fresh meat must not spoil."

"That's it?"

Zhou Zhiyuan wiped the dust off her toolbox before saying, "Since you refuse to sign, someone has to take over the rest of the business."

Lin Xiuhe looked up.

"What if I'm wrong?"

"If you make a mistake, you'll have to pay for the ride."

"You'll pay for it?"

"Eat less meat."

Her lips moved slightly, but in the end she only asked, "Will you come again tomorrow?"

"You can't finish fixing it?"

"possible."

"Then let's go."

He answered so quickly that even he paused for a moment.

Lin Xiuhe rolled up the old operation sheet.

"I was just asking."

Zhou Zhiyuan nodded: "I was just going that way anyway."

He turned and left the courtyard.

Wang Chunmiao came over with her newly received notebook and glanced outside the door.

"Is Comrade Zhou going that way tomorrow?"

Lin Xiuhe picked up a pencil and drew two squares, one red and one green, on the sketch.

"The factory gate faces south."

"He has everything go smoothly wherever he goes."

Wang Chunmiao walked away with a smile.

Lin Xiuhe lowered her head and continued drawing.

The green light on the paper was drawn quickly.

The red light was changed twice.