A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

Chapter 674 Is it safe? I guarantee it! No… safety means you have to guarantee the machine!

What are rare and precious natural treasures?

The food that Little Dai Mao is eating now is called a rare and precious herb!

The Tai Sui (a powerful deity) is truly amazing. So amazing that even after Jiang Xia completed the construction of the entire steam turbine in his consciousness space, he still had a huge amount of it left.

Jiang Xia looked at the thing in his palm that looked like a piece of frozen fat that hadn't fully melted, and smacked his lips.

If there were enough reserves, Jiang Xia suspected that he could build the entire digital defense system, including the terminal attack module, all by himself.

"Tsk, I'll definitely take a stroll around the Institute of Microbiology after I'm done with my work. I wonder how Jiang Qiu is doing with his application..."

Jiang Xia held the remaining Tai Sui in his hand and leaned closer to the pile of blueprints.

"Combination, begin!"

The models of the parts have been generated according to the specifications on the copied drawings. Although some parts were generated with red warning boxes indicating that the parts were unqualified, Jiang Xia resisted the urge to modify them immediately and let the system continue to generate parts.

In this way, on the one hand, the errors in the drawings were found, and on the other hand, the actual condition of the machine on Li Changfu's side was revealed.

Anyway, there's a generation log when the part is generated. We can go back and refine it after we find the key issues. Hehehe, doesn't this solve multiple problems with a single generation?

"Killing two birds with one stone, I'm so clever!"

Jiang Xia watched with delight as the parts began to assemble, then casually swallowed the Tai Sui in his hand. He then began to manipulate the parts in the void with his remaining hand.

"There's something wrong here..."

"Hmm, the nozzle arrangement is also problematic. Wait, what's this part of the adjustment system called again?" Jiang Xia picked up the repair manual and carefully separated the pages that were stained with blood.

"Oh, this is the throttle input! It uses a combination of hydraulic adjustment and mechanical feedback. No wonder I didn't notice it at first!" Jiang Xia suddenly realized that this mechanism in later generations was already a modular design, which explained why he hadn't recognized it immediately.

"This should be highlighted! Since it is driven by hydraulic oil, the cleanliness and viscosity of the oil are crucial and must be checked before each startup."

"This mechanical feedback looks awkward; it would be so much better to change it to automatic control..."

"Should I write this down?" came the voice of Secretary Liu from outside the pile of blueprints.

"Hmm! Remember this! This is a direction for improvement!"

Secretary Liu was writing furiously with her head down when she caught a glimpse of Jiang Xia's current appearance out of the corner of her eye. She couldn't help but mutter to herself: "He's really acting a bit strange." Indeed, the little guy's eyes were half-closed, one hand was supporting his chin, and the other hand was gesturing in mid-air, with his fingertips occasionally pausing in the air, as if he were pinching some unseen part.

Anyone else would have thought he was possessed. But Secretary Liu had seen the experts at the mental arithmetic competition before, so she wasn't surprised—except those people's fingers moved so fast they were practically blurry, while Jiang Xia's movements were at most a "slow-motion version."

Time slipped away with the rustling sound of the pen gliding across the paper, and the sky outside the window had darkened considerably without anyone noticing.

Old Wang carried a willow basket into the secret room, the enamel mug inside rattling.

"How's it going? Take a break!" He put the basket on top of the pile of blueprints. "The letter you asked me to inquire about has yielded some results."

"Oh?" Jiang Xia paused the virtual model, and as he stood up, his lower back cracked. He rubbed his back and asked, "Are the comrades who were supposed to be there safe and sound?"

"No major problems..." Old Wang poured hot water into the enamel mug, and the rising steam made him squint.

"Hey! The Ba family is making their move?"

"No... the comrades who went to make backup brought a bunch of 'big gun barrels' (RPG7s). The bandits entrenched in that area hadn't even shown up before they were spotted by the 'Flying Cat Car.' So a bunch of shells went in, and they were gone before they even had a chance to shout..."

"Has the Flying Cat car been exported? Which batch did our factory produce?"

"Well, when the delegation over there left, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs forcibly took two planes from the Air Force, saying they were to be given away as a 'symbol of friendship'..." Old Wang wiped his face, removing the moisture that was covering his eyes.

"Then the blood on this book... it can't be the blood of a robber splattered this far, can it?"

Seeing Jiang Xia push the booklet away with a hint of disdain, Old Wang's smile vanished instantly. He squatted down, his fingers stroking the wicker of the basket, and only spoke after a long while, his voice muffled as if it were emerging from the ground.

"Exhausted..."

"What?"

"A multi-stage impulse steam turbine, weighing a total of 372.036 tons. To maintain overall consistency, it is disassembled as required into high-pressure cylinders, intermediate-pressure cylinders, low-pressure cylinders..."

The rotor section could not be disassembled, so initially it was transported by trucks in parallel, aided by a small steel cannon.

"When they passed through Khunjerab Pass, it was during the snowy season, and the roads were so rugged that trucks couldn't go any further. The soldiers... carried the trucks home..."

"That's when the blood got on it."

Jiang Xia's hands trembled as he hugged the book to his chest again, his fingertips tracing the dark red stains. His voice was so soft, as if afraid of disturbing something: "The rotor cannot be disassembled, which means that the main shaft, shaft seal, moving blades, thrust plate, emergency safety device, coupling assembly, measuring plate, and all these things are all on it."

Yes, yes, the moving blades are connected to the spindle using a heat-shrink process, which makes them really difficult to disassemble...

The blueprints show that this impeller has at least twenty stages, and if I'm not mistaken, the total weight is at least 28 tons..."

“Was my plan to go in from the minibus route… wrong…” Jiang Xia suddenly looked up, the light in her eyes dimming. “I was only thinking about the technical parameters and transportation requirements, I didn’t even consider how difficult the journey would be…”

"How is the comrade who coughed up blood...?"

Old Wang gritted his teeth, his cheeks bulging out, and after a long while, he answered in a tearful voice, "This is nothing! The year before last, Iron Man and his team moved nearly 60 tons of stuff... They didn't have Little Cannon to help them back then!"

"As long as it's useful to the country, we'll brave any danger!" Old Wang wiped his face again. "Your idea is flawless! Really! If we don't go that way, these things simply can't get in!"

"However..." Old Wang blew his nose, "but don't take it lightly. Make sure it's safe before you turn it on, okay?"

"Okay! I'll make sure my master and the others make a control box, and we'll drag it a kilometer away before testing it!"

"no……"

"I want you to guarantee the safety of the machine..."

Hearing Lao Wang question his professional abilities, Jiang Xia snapped his fingers in dissatisfaction, "Don't you know my capabilities?"

"Look at what Secretary Liu recorded! Based on the records, have Master check it again. Even if that machine is a stubborn mule, I can make it obey and never let it run away!"

"By the way, you said the rotor was forcibly brought in?"

"OK!"

Jiang Xia grabbed a steamed bun and stuffed it into his mouth until he looked like a chipmunk, then picked up his teacup and sipped it haphazardly.

Alright, lunch...dinner is settled!

Therefore, steamed buns are a treasure for engineers, as they are extremely convenient to eat. Of course, you need to have a large enough throat to swallow them; otherwise, don't try this method of eating rashly.

"Xiao Liu, write this down! I just forgot to mention this!"

"Have the master recalculate the rotor's dynamic balance, requiring an accuracy of G1 level. The blades also need to be re-tuned!"

"Also, according to the maintenance manual, the critical speed needs to be recalculated! Some data on the drawings may be inaccurate, and we must avoid operating within ±10% of the operating speed!"

"By the way, the cylinder walls also need to be run through with an ultrasonic detector!"

After hearing the truth from Lao Wang, Jiang Xia overturned the previous argumentation plan. In order not to waste the blood of his comrades, Jiang Xia decided to give this thing a thorough full-body examination.

"Get moving! Get moving!"

"Give me the phone now!"

Recharged and full of fighting spirit, the little ahoge picked up the phone:

"Master? Have you eaten? Are you prepared to stay up all night?"