Changyou Cooking Oil Factory is an old factory in City C, solving the cooking oil problem for the entire province.
In the past, ordinary people could use pork to press oil to prepare for three meals a day, and the Changyou Cooking Oil Factory was under great pressure.
But now the supply of live pigs is decreasing. Ordinary people have no way to obtain oil by squeezing pork and can only rely on the supply from cooking oil factories. The pressure on cooking oil factories has suddenly increased.
This year's drought has caused a significant reduction in oil production, and the edible oil factory has always failed to meet its task targets.
Director Lu read a piece of news in the newspaper that the oil press made in China had a higher oil yield. He visited several oil press factories and decided to buy a foreign oil press. The main oil material of Changyou Edible Oil Factory is peanuts. The machine used before was a hydraulic oil press from the Republic of China. The oil extraction efficiency was very low, and the peanut oil yield was only 30% to 35%.
The domestically used Anderson oil press can produce 33% to 38% more oil from peanuts, which means that every ton of peanuts can produce an extra 60 kilograms of oil. The Changyou edible oil factory produces 30 tons of peanut oil every day. After replacing the new machine, it can produce an extra 1,800 kilograms of oil per month, which is 10.8 tons of oil a year.
How can this not be surprising!
The stainless steel oil press rumbled in the factory, and workers added processed peanuts to the assembly line. But amid the joy, the huge oil press suddenly emitted black smoke.
"Ah, what's going on?"
"Why isn't it moving?"
How could this expensive machine stop working after just a few days? The workers were so surprised that they were speechless. After a while, the factory was filled with doubts, and several engineers and technicians were sweating as they searched for the fault.
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One middle school.
Su Ye was correcting homework in the office. He Meimei smiled and handed several students' homework to Su Ye.
She looked at him and asked with a smile: "What is this?"
He Meimei said: "Their homework! They did their homework honestly, I am convinced, there is a way. I have seen their butts touch the stool for many years!"
Su Ye smiled and said nothing. She opened the backstage and took a look. In the past few days, Fuqiang fans have accumulated more than 100 kilograms, and pork belly has increased by 30 kilograms. She didn't know how much of it was due to He Meimei.
Her look towards He Meimei suddenly became kinder.
Su Ye personally made a cup of tea for He Meimei, handed it to her with both hands, and said with a smile: "Thank you for your hard work, Teacher He. After the graduation exam, bring your lover to my house for a meal!"
He Meimei happily responded, "Okay, that's great! I won't be polite to you. Who in the hospital doesn't envy the delicious food at Teacher Su's house?"
Last time Su Ye moved into a new house, she cooked a meal for them. He Meimei still couldn't forget the delicious braised pork and the soft stewed pig's trotters. She brought some leftovers back for her family to eat, and no one missed Su Ye's braised pork.
Lu Siyuan's academic performance was very good and he didn't need Su Ye's tutoring, so she left him to He Meimei with peace of mind.
On Monday, Su Ye finished his work and went to the high school department to inspect the classroom as usual.
She glanced around and found that Lu Siyuan's seat was empty, and the smile on her face disappeared instantly.
Actually skipping classes at such a critical moment? Su Ye really wanted to find the person and beat him up.
She couldn't help but suspect that Lu Siyuan was sent by the master to help her cultivate her character.
She caught Yang Chenxing and asked about the situation, "Where is Lu Siyuan? Did he skip class again?"
Yang Chenxing said helplessly: "No, Teacher Su, Brother Lu has corrected himself, but something happened at home recently, and he has asked the class teacher for two days of leave..."
While Su Ye was surprised, he realized that Yang Chenxing was in a bad mood. The usually smiling man had lost his smile and looked inexplicably depressed.
She said to Yang Chenxing: "Okay, I understand."
After school, Su Ye went to the Lu family.
As soon as they reached Lu Siyuan's house, Su Ye saw several workers blocking the alley and banging on the Lu's door in anger.
"Director Lu! What should we do? Come out and give us an explanation!"
"Stop filming. Who cares if we live or die? The factory is going to close down..."
An old worker advised: "Let's all go. Director Lu has not been in the city for the past few days. Are you guys human beings for coming here to embarrass other people's wives and children?"
Su Ye was shocked when he saw this scene, and immediately went to Yang Xue's house to ask Yang's mother about the situation.
Mother Yang saw Su Ye coming for a home visit and asked about Lu Siyuan's family affairs.
She put down the work in her hands, slapped her thigh with a frown and said, "Teacher Su, it's not just the Lu family. Something has happened to our cooking oil factory! My old Yang said that Director Lu used the factory's things as collateral to borrow 180,000 yuan to buy oil presses. Who knew - who knew that the first batch of machines would misfire as soon as they were delivered!"
Mother Yang described how good these domestically-made machines were praised by Director Lu, how high their oil yield was, how much fuel they could save, how much more oil they could squeeze out each month, and how much the factory's efficiency would improve.
The workers who had been forced to resign due to poor performance returned to the oil mill, but they could not stand the smoke that came out of the machines as soon as they started.
"It's not Director Lu's fault. He had good intentions. He wanted to improve the factory's performance and hire back a batch of workers. But he ended up buying a batch of broken oil presses. The director promised not to use the factory's goods to repay the government. He has been selling his house in his hometown in Beijing to raise money these days."
Su Ye listened and thought to herself. Although she didn't know much about the oil pressing industry, in her opinion, it was completely feasible to achieve an oil yield of 40% to 50% from peanuts.
Director Lu's idea was not wrong. The oil mill used the old traditional method to extract oil, and the machines were outdated and passed down from the Republic of China. In this famine era, the country strongly advocated saving food. Director Lu replaced the better machines to save food, and improving the efficiency of the machines meant extracting more oil.
His behavior of visiting foreign factories was positive and enterprising. His vision and ability made him an outstanding leader in the industry. However, the bad thing was that he bought a batch of unusable machines.
Su Ye thought about the fact that China's industrial development had lagged behind in the past few decades. For a long time, domestic factories had been using discarded machines from Europe and the United States. The discarded machines were of good quality and could be used for more than ten years. But the act of selling broken machines to developing countries was very annoying.
Mother Yang said as she spoke, fear appeared on her face: "Will our cooking oil factory go bankrupt because of this? Many factories have closed down now..."
After listening to Yang Ma's complaints, Su Ye finally felt relieved.
She shook her head and said to Yang Ma: "Don't worry, the Changyou Cooking Oil Factory will never go bankrupt. It is a great factory."
As far as Su Ye knew, the Changyou Cooking Oil Factory was an old-established factory in the city. Before the famine, the workers in the oil factory all had houses to live in, meat for every meal, and generous subsidies during festivals, which always made the workers in other factories envious and proud.
A young girl from city C is trying her best to marry the boy from the factory.
Other factories closed down because of poor economic performance, and they owed money to the bank year after year. The debts accumulated over the years and turned into bad debts, so they had to close down. Changyou Cooking Oil Factory made a profit of several hundred thousand yuan every year, and the machines worth hundreds of thousands of yuan were just a grain of sand to it.
Even if it's for the sake of the economy, the leaders of City C will try their best to keep it.
The Changyou Cooking Oil Factory might be in trouble, but Director Lu's predicament is even more difficult. I wonder how Lu Siyuan has managed to get through these few days...
After Su Ye and Yang Ma found out the news, they went to Lu's house. She knocked on the door for a while, and soon Lu's mother came out with red eyes to open the door.
At this time, Lu Siyuan was sitting by the window, looking blankly in a certain direction. It was the place where the workers had made trouble before. There were people there now, but he was still staring at one place.
When Lu Siyuan saw Su Ye coming, his eyes finally brightened up, "I'm sorry, Teacher Su, I think you saw a group of workers just now."
He poured Su Ye a cup of tea and said with a wry smile: "Don't worry, my dad is fine for the time being."
Su Ye found that he had disappeared. The rebellious and proud student seemed to have all his thorns plucked out. He became depressed, lonely and dull.
But Su Ye noticed that he actually knew how to pour her tea and apologize. He finally stopped using his nose to sneer at people and disrespecting the fruits of others' labor like before.
Lu Siyuan said to Su Ye: "Teacher Su, it's ok, I'll go to school in a few days. I'll take you out."
When he sent Su Ye out, he had just walked out of the door when he was hit in the face by rotten vegetable leaves all over his body. The rotten leaves gave off a strong stench.
The workers who had left at some point came back and asked angrily, "Where is Director Lu? Is the factory going to close down?"
"We should ask him, do we have enough food to eat?"
Lu's mother came out and drove several workers away with a stern voice, "You are causing trouble in front of my house. What does the factory's affairs have to do with a child like Lu Siyuan?"
She picked the green leaves off her son's body.
Lu Siyuan cleaned the green leaves off his body and said to his mother, "Don't blame them."
Opposite the Lu family is the staff dormitory of the cooking oil factory, and you can see their living conditions at a glance. In the past, when they had work, everyone had a happy smile on their face, but these days they go out early and come back late.
The factory was not doing well and many workers were forced to resign. The men took on hard labour jobs everywhere, while the elderly women stayed at home to wash clothes. They used the little money they earned to buy mouldy dried melons. The family in the dormitory across the street quarrelled every morning and evening.
If the problem with these machines had not been solved, the factory would have had more workers. In another sense, it was Director Lu who had caused them trouble. The most terrible thing was not that they could not eat coarse grains every day, but that they could not find a job and had to eat even coarse grains.
The jobs in the city are already very saturated. The industry is underdeveloped at that time. The positions in the factory are very limited. If the factory closes, where will the workers go to work? This is a very serious problem. In the past two years, the country has begun to call on educated youth to go back to the countryside. I am afraid it is out of consideration at this level.
Su Ye couldn't help but sigh that a grain of sand from the times is like a heavy mountain falling on everyone.
Lu Siyuan was silent for a long time, and suddenly asked Su Ye, "Teacher Su, what is the 'most meaningful thing' you have ever said?"
Su Ye realized that Lu Siyuan's inner world was probably shaky and on the verge of collapse.
It is a good thing for a potential seedling like him to experience some wind and rain. After surviving the strong winds and rainstorms, he will become more mature and resilient, and one day he will become a ginseng tree.
But when he was close to collapse, she had to give him some chicken soup.
Su Ye couldn't see the barrage in the live broadcast room, but that didn't stop it from exploding into snowflakes: It's coming, it's coming, it's coming again, it's late but it's here.
This familiar chicken soup taste
I like Teacher Su the most when he shows off.
Su Ye coughed lightly, and said earnestly with a gleam in his eyes: "The most meaningful thing... after you do it, when you are old and look back, you will not feel ashamed of your mediocrity, nor will you regret your wasted time. You need to find it yourself, understand?"
How beautiful it sounds, and the person who speaks it has his heart filled with light because of these words.
Lu Siyuan was caught off guard and turned his head away, then quickly wiped the corner of his mouth.
In just a few days, Lu Siyuan's life has undergone tremendous changes and he has experienced a lot. What he wants to do most now is to help his father fix the first batch of machines, but when this catastrophe comes, he is extremely powerless and weak. He can only watch his father running around for the factory day and night, but he can't help at all.
Su Ye patted Lu Siyuan on the shoulder and said with a smile: "There is an old Chinese saying that there is always a way out. Take me to the machines in our factory, maybe I can help a little."
"Don't worry. There will always be a time to ride on the wind and waves and sail across the vast ocean."
Lu Siyuan's mood was still relatively calm, but when Lu's mother heard this, her face was already full of tears. He turned around awkwardly and started coughing.
"Teacher Su, you just said, let's go to the machine?" A light flashed across Lu Siyuan's eyes.
Su Ye nodded, "Yes, although I may not be able to help much, but I know a very good mechanical expert who can definitely help. Come on, take me to the temple."
It has to be said that Su Ye's words were like a flame, the only bright spot in these gray days, and it gave Lu Siyuan a glimmer of hope.
He grasped at the straw, trying every possible means to save the situation.
"Okay, now the first batch of machines are in the warehouse. I'll tell dad and then take Teacher Su to buy the machines."
Lu Siyuan called his father, and Director Lu sounded unhappy on the phone.
Director Lu was very grateful to Su Ye, and the couple invited Su Ye to dinner because she could teach his son well, but that didn't mean she could solve these mechanical problems. Director Lu had been busy looking for mechanical experts these days and was very tired.
Director Lu said tiredly on the phone: "Teacher Su, no need. I have asked my friends to find a connection and contact an expert in this field. Thank you for your kindness."
Su Ye coughed lightly, took the phone, and said calmly: "It's like this, Director Lu. I know an expert in mechanics, her name is Zhou Honghan, she used to teach mechanical dynamics at B, and now the precision machine tool used in the steel mill was developed with her participation. What do you think?"
There was a sudden silence on the phone. After a moment, Director Lu's excited voice came: "Thank you, Teacher Su! Thank you so much. I will go back soon. I will call Engineer Zheng to give the key to Siyuan later. Please ask Teacher Su to ask Professor Zhou to go to the warehouse to order the oil press."
Dad's expression changed so quickly, as fast as turning the pages of a book. Even Lu Siyuan couldn't help but look back at Teacher Su's expression.
There was only a dull expression on her face, without any change.