Chapter 13 Issues Facing Mass Production

Xu Yi almost choked to death with a mouthful of food.

"Cough cough... cough... Steele, what did you say?"

"Go to your house." Steele was a little puzzled, but when he saw the strange expression on Xu Yi's face, he turned his thoughts in his mind and instantly understood what he meant. . "what are you thinking!"

Xu Yi quickly waved to Rao: "Okay, okay, I understand what you mean, you want to go to my house to see that piano model, right? But I don't understand, why are you looking at it in such a hurry?"

Steele stopped, hesitated for a moment, and asked uncertainly, "Xu Yi, which... can you sell me that model of your piano?"

"Sell it to you?" Xu Yi glanced at Steele in confusion. "What do you want that thing for?"

"I'm useful." Steele replied vaguely.

Xu Yi didn't think much and shook his head: "I'm afraid not, that thing is very important to me, I'm afraid I can't sell it to you."

It's not that Xu Yi deliberately declined. This piano model was made in his spare time when he was studying at Suncor Haier College. It is also his first magical industrial product in this world. It is very memorable. other people.

"Is that so..." Steele was slightly disappointed, and then asked again: "Then... can you teach me how to make it? Well, in fact, I originally wanted you to teach me how to make it, after all, I made it myself. Much more valuable than something bought from someone else."

Xu Yi looked at Steele strangely: "Steer, let me ask you one more question, are you trying to give this to others?"

"Yeah, I need to give someone a birthday present now. The last time I saw your piano model, it felt very unique and novel. I think it's very good to use as a birthday present. How about it? Can you teach me to do it well? I promise not to. If you treat you badly, as long as you help me this time, I will let Grandpa treat you well in the future."

Xu Yi touched his chin, thinking that even if he didn't take this opportunity to have a better relationship with the great magician Camilla, it would be worth helping her just for the sake of this little beauty, Steele. .

"By the way, let me ask again, the person you want to give the gift is a man, right?"

Steele blushed slightly, and said coquettishly, "I want you to take care of it!"

Xu Yi laughed, thinking that he had guessed correctly.

However, Steele is nineteen years old this year, at his prime age, and it is not surprising that he likes a little boy.

"Okay, it's fine to teach you how to make it, but you don't have to go to my house. It's very late now. I'm afraid it's inconvenient for a little girl like you to come to my house. Starting from tomorrow, after get off work every day, you come to the research room to find me, I I'll teach you there."

Steele looked up and down at Xu Yi in surprise: "Xu Yi, I don't see that you are still such a decent person."

"Cough...do I look like an immoral person?" Xu Yi glared at Steele and asked again angrily, "By the way, when do you need gifts? I'll arrange to teach you. schedule."

"There's still half a month, it should be fine, right?"

"Well, time is enough. The piano model is actually not very technical, it just needs some fine work."

After the two made an appointment, Xu Yi said goodbye and left, but instead of going straight home as usual, he went to the hospital first.

The whole body was covered with gauze, and the little slave, who was wrapped not much like a mummy, had woken up from a coma at this time, lying on the hospital bed in the hospital, staring at the ceiling with a blank face. A trace of fear.

Hearing the voice of Xu Yi talking to the doctor, he reacted. He turned his head and stared at Xu Yi, his eyes showing strong curiosity.

"How do you feel?" Seeing that the little slave was looking over, Xu Yi stopped the conversation with the doctor and asked him warmly.

The little slave seemed to be very uncomfortable talking to outsiders, he hesitated for a while before slowly nodding.

Xu Yi smiled and didn't rush to force him. He asked the doctor a few more questions, and after confirming that his body was all right, he explained to the little slave, "It's fine, your injuries are not yet completely healed. , just rest assured here to recover for a few more days, and I will pick you up when you are completely healed."

Xu Yi was about to turn around and leave, but suddenly felt that the corner of his clothes was tight. He turned around in amazement, and found that the little slave stretched out his hand at some point and tightly grabbed the corner of his clothes.

Xu Yi looked at the nervous and fearful little slave, and immediately understood what he meant.

"What? Need someone to accompany you? I'm afraid it won't work. I'm busy with work, and I'm afraid I don't have time to spend more time with you here. Don't worry, since I've bought you, I won't leave you. You can rest assured. Stay here, the doctor said you'll be discharged in a few days, it's fine."

The doctor beside him gave Xu Yi a strange look.

Bought it? So this little guy lying on the hospital bed should be a slave.

This Xu Yi is really a weirdo, to be so kind to a slave.

You must know that this hospital is the best in Bangta City, and the treatment fee is not cheap at all.

The little slave still clutched Xu Yi's clothes tightly, and the fear on his face became stronger and stronger, as if he was afraid that Xu Yi would leave him alone.

Seeing this situation, Xu Yi could only sigh helplessly, then turned to the doctor and asked, "What if I take him home? Will he be in danger?"

"This...he's actually just a few flesh wounds. It's not a big problem. It's okay to bring it back. As long as you take the medicine regularly, and then come here every three days to change the wound medicine."

"Well, I'll take him back first. The bed here is still reserved for him, and I will pay according to the hospitalization fee."

The doctor couldn't help looking at the little slave on the bed.

This treatment, not to mention slaves, is difficult for even children from ordinary families to enjoy.

It took Xu Yi a lot of effort to bring home the little slave who was so tightly wrapped that he could barely move. After finally settling him down and serving him, Xu Yi was already sweating profusely.

Looking at the little slave who fell asleep after taking the medicine, Xu Yi let out a long sigh of relief: "Huh... I told the Brunei steward that I bought him back to serve me, but now it's me who serves him."

Even in the state of sleep, the little slave's face still shows pain from time to time, which shows how difficult his usual life is.

Looking at that thin little face, Xu Yi sighed, shook his head, turned to take a shower, and continued to study the magic circle.

With Wella's assistance in researching the magic circle, the research progress of the variable-speed magic fan has been much faster. What needs to be done now is to design the most suitable shape based on this magic circle.

Xu Yi originally wanted to take advantage of the launch of the second version of the magic fan to greatly improve the performance of the magic fan, but after a detailed study, he found that he had encountered two decisive problems that could not be avoided.

The first problem is the material problem.

The industrial base on the Sainz Continent is almost zero. Although there are some craft products, most of them are only selected natural materials. Even if they are processed, they are only roughly processed. The various properties of the materials are far from those on the earth. Finely machined materials on a par.

For example, for a fan, the core part is undoubtedly the motor, which was replaced by Xu Yi's whirlwind array.

But for the core bearing, which is as important as the motor, Xu Yi couldn't find a better replacement for the time being.

Those electric fans on earth can use high-density, high-wear-resistant alloy materials to make bearings, but on the mainland of Sainz, they can only be made of ordinary iron.

The iron smelting process in this world is also not as developed as the earth, and the quality of the smelted iron itself is not high. Even if it is polished, the quality of the bearing will not be too high.

When Xu Yi made the first version of the magic fan, he was very worried about the quality.

The service life of electric fans on earth can reach 10,000 to 40,000 hours, but according to Xu Yi's calculations, the service life of the first version of the magic fan will never exceed 3,000 hours.

According to the use of each fan for eight hours a day and the hottest three months of the year, the first version of the magic fan can only be used for four years at most before it is declared dead.

And if it is changed to a situation like Heinze that is used almost all day long, I am afraid that the two magic fans in his house will be scrapped next summer.

It can be said that the material problem is the most serious problem that restricts the quality of the magic fan, but Xu Yi can't do anything right now.

Material technology is the most basic but also the most complex part of the industrial system. It involves all aspects of the industrial system. It is extremely difficult to improve this part even on Earth, let alone Sion, who has almost zero industrial base. on the mainland.

The second problem is the production process.

There are no standard machine tools on the earth on the Sainz Continent. When Xu Yi made the first version of the magic fan, he could only find those blacksmiths in the blacksmith shop and let them forge according to their own drawings.

It should be said that the craftsmanship of these blacksmiths in Bangta City is still very good, but no matter how exquisite the craftsmanship of human beings, after all, they cannot be compared with those precision machines on the earth, and the fan casings they create always have subtle differences.

Although this is not a big problem now, Xu Yi is very clear that if you want to greatly increase the production of magic fans, it is necessary to embark on large-scale production, then every link in the production of magic fans must be perfect. , at least there must be a completely unified standard.

"Cutting machines, sliding tool holders, punching machines, drilling machines, boring machines... ahhh, let me die!"

Thinking of the various problems that need to be faced to achieve mass production, Xu Yi couldn't help wailing in pain.