Starting from 1950

Chapter 92 "Defend the Country Noodles" Mass Production

Another week has passed.

Inside the workshop, brand-new Soviet-style equipment replaced the rudimentary earthen ovens and manual dough-pressing racks. The silver-gray machine bodies gleamed with a cold, hard luster, and the pipes and lines stretched out like veins of steel.

Wang Cui personally led a dozen or so selected key workers who were quick-witted and agile, following closely behind Natalia and the engineer. Every day, their eyes were wide open, afraid of missing a single action or instruction.

Debugging is by no means easy.

The equipment is large and sophisticated, and language barriers pose a significant obstacle.

Natalia became the only bridge.

She moved among the massive machines, sometimes urgently communicating with the engineers in Russian, and sometimes switching to Chinese to explain the key points to Wang Cui and the workers. With the blessing of being "saved", Natalia took it very seriously.

The senior engineers who came with them didn't want to offend the deputy director's daughter, so they worked quickly.

The dough mixer and steamer are the simplest in construction; the debugging work is mainly done on the automatic dough press, automatic noodle cutter, and tunnel dryer.

Finally, on a brightly lit night shift.

Because of the afternoon shift, Natalia stated that the production line debugging work was nearing completion, and Su Yang, Wu Xinxue,

Zhou Zheng and most of the factory's cadres voluntarily stayed behind, wanting to be among the first to witness this moment.

Natalia pressed the start button solemnly.

The huge dough press emitted a steady and powerful pulse, repeatedly rolling and stretching the dough into uniform thin sheets.

The specially made cutter fell rapidly, making a dense "snap-snap" sound, instantly cutting the dough into countless curved noodles of uniform thickness.

The spray nozzle sprays a fine mist onto the noodles; this is not water, but oil, to prevent the noodles from sticking together.

The noodles, sprayed with a little oil, were folded up and cut into rectangular pieces by a cutter.

The partially shaped noodles are automatically fed into a multi-layered steamer, where white steam bursts forth and spreads, releasing a rich aroma of wheat.

Ten minutes later, the steamed noodles slid into the long tunnel-type baking machine, where they traveled at a constant speed through the set temperature and hot air circulation.

Finally, the dried and shaped noodles, now a perfect pale gold color, are sent into a vacuum sealing machine.

"laugh--!"

Accompanied by a reassuring hissing sound, the heat sealer then clicks shut.

The first package of "Defend the Country Noodles," sealed in a sturdy oil paper bag, slid down from the exit and landed steadily in the collection basket below.

The seasoning packets are packaged separately, in large and small packets.

The large package contains one hundred pieces of bread, while the small package contains one piece.

Everyone looked at the five large red characters "Defend the Country Noodles" and a full golden ear of wheat pattern on the dark green packaging bag, which appeared particularly solemn and powerful under the light.

After a brief silence in the workshop, a deafening roar of cheers erupted!

"It's done! It's done!" Wang Cui was the first to shout, her voice choked with sobs, her rough hands wiping her eyes forcefully.

The workers around them excitedly patted each other on the shoulder, and many had tears in their eyes.

This is the culmination of their tireless efforts and hopes, a heartfelt gift prepared for their loved ones fighting in the freezing cold!

With trembling hands, Zhou Zheng picked up the packet of instant noodles, still warm from the machine, as if holding a rare treasure. His lips quivered, and finally, he let out a long, relieved sigh.

Even the usually reserved engineers were moved by the warm and sincere atmosphere and clapped enthusiastically.

"Su Yang! It really worked!" Wu Xinxue screamed and hugged Su Yang, jumping up and down.

This time, Su Yang didn't push her away. Instead, he patted her on the back and said, suppressing his excitement, "Yes! We did it!"

Natalia stood at the edge of the bustling crowd, watching the commotion unfold before her.

The packaging and export department continued to spit out bags of "Defend the Country Noodles." As soon as the finished products came out, they were immediately snatched up by cadres and workers. Everyone checked them again immediately and found that the oil paper bags were not leaking. They all showed relieved smiles.

A complex light flickered deep within Natalia's azure eyes.

She turned her head, her gaze passing through the throng of people, and landed on Su Yang, who was being rubbed on the head by Zhang Zhenguo and laughing heartily.

The boy's clear laughter rang out with remarkable clarity amidst the roar of the machines and the clamor of the crowd.

She recalled her father's meaningful words while looking at a world map in his study: "Natasha, the revitalized strength of that ancient land is incredibly resilient. Look at how they rise from the ruins!"

"Starting tomorrow, full steam ahead! All-out production!" Zhou Zheng stood on high ground, his booming voice cutting through the noise, "Let our comrades on the front lines eat our hot noodles as soon as possible!"

"Now, all those on the day shift can go home and rest! Thank you for your hard work!"

With the support of the most advanced equipment of that era and the wisdom of the working people, the "instant noodles" of later generations completed industrial mass production 8 years ahead of schedule.

Sometimes Su Yang would wonder what that traitor, later known as the "Father of Instant Noodles," would think of him if he created "Defend the Country Noodles" ahead of time.

Will they be unable to change their fate and end up bankrupt and destitute in a few years?

However, Su Yang wouldn't care about a traitor, and the workers at Limin Flour Factory wouldn't care either.

Workshop 1 has started a 24-hour, three-shift system.

Production gradually increased from 600 bags on the second day after the production line was debugged.

1100 packs on the third day!

2000 packs on the fourth day!

12000 packs on the tenth day!

For the past ten days, leaders from various departments have been flocking to Limin Flour Factory in droves, like people going to a market.

Zhou Zheng was constantly praised by leaders at all levels, his mouth never closing.

Until the warehouse in Workshop 1 was full, two acquaintances came to Limin Flour Factory.

Yue Jinlong and... Luo Pojun!

"Old Luo! What brings you here!"

Upon seeing his old partner, Zhou Zheng felt more puzzled than delighted.

You should know that the 352nd Regiment is currently fighting on the other side of the river. How could Luo Pojun, as the commander of the regiment, come to Shenzhou at this time?

Su Yang immediately noticed Luo Pojun's arm in a sling and couldn't help but ask, "Old Luo, how did you get hurt?"

"Listen to that! Little Su really knows how to care about people." Luo Pojun rolled his eyes at Zhou Zheng.

"Stop talking nonsense! You haven't answered my question yet!" Zhou Zheng said irritably.

Yue Jinlong chuckled and chimed in, "Director Zhou, Commander Luo has been approved by the headquarters to return to China for recuperation. He specifically requested to come to Shenzhou, and since I was here to inspect your factory's 'Defend the Country Noodles,' we came together."

Zhou Zheng breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, "Looks like the battle at the front is going well! By the way, what happened to your arm?"

He was unhappy that Luo Pojun didn't care about his injuries, but now that he finally did, Luo Pojun's face visibly flushed red.

Zhou Zheng's heart skipped a beat. Based on his understanding of Luo Pojun, this was a reaction from the other party who felt ashamed.

His interest grew, and he couldn't help but urge, "Tell me quickly! My old friend is just concerned about you."

Luo Pojun hesitated for a long time before finally speaking in a low voice: "Damn it! Come to think of it, I really screwed up! I fought a huge battle and didn't even get a scratch, but while cleaning up the battlefield, I was ambushed by wounded puppet troops..."

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"Hahaha!"

Before he could finish speaking, Zhou Zheng burst into laughter.

Su Yang wanted to laugh, but felt it was inappropriate, so he could only purse his lips and hold it in.

"Ahem!" Luo Pojun, embarrassed, quickly changed the subject: "I have good news for you all, we're about to win!"

"What?"

Zhou Zheng and Su Yang exclaimed in unison. Zhou Zheng was overjoyed, but Su Yang was incredulous. He thought to himself, "Hasn't the war only started a few months ago?"

Even though he didn't pay much attention to military affairs in his previous life, he knew that this war had lasted for nearly three years.