Chapter 111 Someone, Hurry up and Press the Lid of Newton’s Coffin!
"Chairman, do we still have a metal processing center?" Li Mingzhe asked curiously as Xiao Wei left with Lao Honglong and his daughter.
"Well, yes..."
Zhuang Buyuan said vaguely.
"There are not many machining centers that can process spherical hobs. Isn't our Almighty Manor for farming?" Li Mingzhe asked.
Zhuang Buyuan blinked: "Yes, our main business is farming, metal processing, small workshops, small workshops."
A small workshop that can process ball tooth hobs?
Pretend, just pretend!
Li Mingzhe said, "If you pretend to force my old lady to cross the road without helping me, I will obey you!"
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Honglong and his daughter returned to the manor and entered the craftsman's shop next to the kitchen.
This was originally a utility room. After the upgrade, a steam forging hammer and a cloud platform anvil were added, and it became a craftsman's shop.
To say this is a small workshop is a bit flattering.
It is more than forty square meters, with a garage rolling door. In the middle is a pan-tilt anvil, not much bigger than an ironing board. Next to it is a mechanically driven hammer, which is a steam forging hammer.
"Luoluo, please move down all our old parts." Lao Honglong said to his daughter.
Luoluo climbed onto the giant mechanical dog parked at the door, opened the back door, and dropped a lot of messy parts.
There are rusty huge gears with a diameter of nearly one meter, nuts that can be drilled into the head, screws that are longer than arms, and gaskets that are as big as tires...
The Xunlians also know something about space. This giant mechanical dog is actually more capable than it looks.
After throwing a lot of parts at the door of the craftsman's shop, Luoluo saw the huge hob next to it, and immediately happily lay down on it and started chewing on it again.
"Don't eat too much, or you'll get a toothache!" Old Honglong warned her, and then he got busy.
Place a huge gear with a diameter of one meter on the PTZ anvil. Then, Lao Banglong turns the handle near the PTZ anvil. The PTZ anvil slowly rises, and at the same time, the top of the PTZ anvil rises. The gears are also slowly shrinking.
The pan-tilt anvil is also an invention of the Naxulians, which uses the power of space.
Strictly speaking, the Yuntai Anvil is not just an anvil, it traps the cracks in space in a strange metal called "Yunjin".
High and low, big and small, are corresponding in laws.
Turn up = zoom out, turn down = zoom in.
The Xunlian people use this method to complete ultra-high-precision processing.
When it is adjusted to the appropriate size, the steam forging hammer above is smashed down.
With a "bang" sound, the kinetic energy of the forging hammer poured into the parts that were shrunk countless times and was converted into internal energy.
With a "squeak" sound, the parts burned red instantly!
Blacksmiths on Earth rely on high temperatures to melt metal, but blacksmiths in Naxunlia don't need high temperatures, they just need to swing their hammers.
Converting the kinetic energy of the hammer into appropriate internal energy is the basic skill of a good Naxunlian blacksmith.
How much force can make parts burn red, how much force can melt parts, how much force can enter a semi-molten state, for them, it is just like eating and drinking, it is engraved in their genes.
After hitting it with a hammer, the parts turned red but did not melt. Lao Banglong took out the small hammer he had shown before, and then started banging with the hammer in one hand and the clamp in the other.
The parts were like dough, and they quickly turned into what Lao Banglong wanted.
Sometimes he made the parts smaller and processed the appearance, and sometimes he made the parts larger and modified the details.
If there is anything that can be compared to this picture, it is that Lao Banglong is not forging, but in the editing software, constantly zooming in and out to edit and modify the 3D model.
But what they used was not software, but a gimbal anvil, a steam forging hammer, and their own deft hands.
If Zhuang was not far away from here, he would definitely hire 150 people to hold down the boards of Newton's coffin to prevent them from jumping out of the coffin.
Well, you still have to press down on Luoluo, who is holding a ball-toothed hob and chewing it.
The shape of ball-toothed hobs is relatively complex, as is the wedge-toothed hob, but the scraper and the like are just large metal plates that can be formed in just a few clicks using the old bang-lang technique.
More than an hour later, a large truck rumbled to the construction site. It was the same truck that took Luoluo back just now.
The driver jumped out of the car, wiped his sweat, and said: "Quick, two more cars, one car can't pull it! By the way, remove the knives from the car!"
Li Mingzhe and others looked at each other and surrounded them with a roar.
"Why so many!"
At the back of the carriage, seven or eight different types of knives were installed.
"There's another one in the back. It's overloaded and can't be pulled!" the driver said.
"But can this knife be used?" Li Mingzhe was a little hesitant. The knife seemed to have been idle for too long and was covered with irregular rust stains. "This couldn't have been pulled from the garbage dump."
"Put it on." Zhuang Buyuan knew, however, that the so-called rust was actually a characteristic of the metal itself. If Zhuang Buyuan saw it correctly, it should be made of the same material as the giant mechanical dog, coming from a higher-energy space. of metal, "It's a special alloy, not rust."
Li Mingzhe carefully reached out and touched it. It was indeed not rust. The so-called rust spots were actually smooth and smooth.
The parts were still hot. Li Mingzhe touched them and quickly retracted his hands as if he was electrocuted. The metal seemed to have a strange power that would automatically bounce away everything.
He wanted to touch it again, but Old Banglong pushed him aside. "Go, go, don't touch my things!"
Then Lao Honglong looked down at the shaft and said cheerfully: "My little baby, wait for me, I will replace your teeth right now!"
Everyone: "Replace teeth?"
The work efficiency of the father and his daughter was so high that in less than half an hour, all the knives were replaced. Old Banglong waved his hand: "Hurry up and start driving my little baby!"
Everyone: "..."
I just can't complain.
There was a rumbling sound, and less than a day after the shutdown, the TBM started again.
Zhuang Buyuan also came down. He was curious about how the shield machine was constructed.
The heavy hydraulic pressure pushed the shield machine forward, and a "rustling" sound came from the front, like spring silkworms devouring mulberry leaves.
"Listen to the sound, it's about to touch the rock surface..." Li Mingzhe said, "This is the sound of small rocks being crushed by the cutterhead..."
Next, there was still the sound of "rustling".
"Wait." Li Mingzhe said.
It's still a "rustling" sound.
"Wait a minute." Li Mingzhe was a little embarrassed.
After waiting for a minute, Li Mingzhe felt something was wrong, and he shouted: "What's going on? Why are you just doing nothing but digging?"
"It's already advanced two meters, Mr. Li!" said the construction worker at the front.
"Two meters?" Two meters per minute?
Am I crazy?
"What was our excavation speed before?"
"At the fastest time, I dug 150 meters in a week, and it was still a layer of mud and sand..."
Digging 150 meters a week, that minute...
"Stop the work quickly, stop the work quickly. Is there a hole ahead? Be careful of collapse!"
"No, everything is normal. Mr. Li, you can tell! It's all stone debris!"
"But it's not right, why is it so fast!" Mr. Li was about to collapse.
"Is it fast?" Zhuang Buyuan wondered, Xiao Wei curled his lips, Zhao Min was at a loss, and Nong Lixin looked disdainful: My little baby Daniel can dig two meters in one second! No, maybe it can dig twenty meters in one second!
"My little baby looks so cute when he eats..." Old Honglong looked kind.
Nong Lixin pouted, my little baby is more powerful!