Shocking! My Rugged Husband is the Hidden Tycoon in the 70s Novel-Chapter 268: Secret Operation (Revised Unlock)

Chapter 268: Chapter 268: Secret Operation (Revised Unlock)

"Dinner’s ready!"

Yu Xiaomin clapped her hands, stood up, and quickly cleared the table. Xu Qinghuan went to the kitchen to bring the dishes, but when she turned around, Jiang Xingye took them over.

"Old Jiang, the thresher factory is easy to handle, it only requires assembly and inspection, with some training, it’s easy to get the hang of it. How do you plan to manage the furniture factory? Not everyone has woodworking skills, and learning this craft isn’t something you can pick up in just a few days."

Chen Dewen’s words made everyone ponder.

Indeed, if it were so easy to set up a furniture factory, there wouldn’t be a high demand for furniture. Not to mention, just in Anguang County, a pickling factory requires wooden jars for pickling, and they have to recruit Level Eight Woodworkers extensively from Anguang County.

The wages are quite high, surpassing a hundred yuan a month.

Even so, up till now, there are only two masters, each with a few apprentices, who won’t master the craft in two to three years.

Jiang Xingye lowered his head to scoop rice, chewing the grains finely before swallowing, and only then said, "Just like the thresher, first measure the dimensions of each component, each group is responsible for one part, they just need to create that part, with the final step being assembly."

Though it sounds simple, coming up with this method is extremely difficult.

Because it breaks conventional thinking. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Currently, woodworking hasn’t reached the stage of assembly line production.

And assembly line production, to be exact, originated during the Warring States period in the Qin State, where all their weapons were produced using an assembly line, with traceability markers on them.

The names of the makers, responsible individuals, including the leader of the craftsmen, Lv Buwei, were recorded above. If any issue occurred with the weapons, accountability could directly be traced.

This was also called "material marking with craftsman’s name," which brought a leap in the military strength of Qin.

Another benefit of assembly line production was the strong interchangeability of weapons, such as with complex-structured crossbows. If one part broke, it could be replaced with another identical broken part to reconstruct a fully functional crossbow.

However, this assembly line production gradually got submerged in the tide of history.

Some later dynasties underestimated industry and valued agriculture, and there were other historical factors within.

Assembly line production was reused on a large scale in 1913 when a man named Henry Ford applied it in the automobile industry.

But it wasn’t introduced to Hua Country instead, and it shouldn’t be Jiang Xingye who introduced it.

His thinking is always ahead of others, so could he become a global billionaire in the future?

The waves stirred in everyone else’s hearts were different from Xu Qinghuan’s, as Zheng Siqi gave him a thumbs up, "Amazing, Old Jiang, how does your brain work, you’re truly clever."

"Indeed, if this is the case, then each person, or rather each group, only needs to know how to make one part, and if we can’t do it, we can even outsource it."

"Yes, and even if others see the style of our products, without knowing the dimensions, they might not be able to replicate them."

For some seven or eight level old woodworkers, they might be able to make it at a glance, but it can’t be used for mass production, which prevents other factories from poaching skilled workers here to earn money for them.

Jiang Xingye glanced at Xu Qinghuan; the method wasn’t entirely his idea. When he first built harvesters, Xu Qinghuan not only gave him an assembly drawing but also the part drawings.

This gave him significant inspiration.

Yu Xiaomin said to Xu Qinghuan, "Huanhuan, when our clothing factory grows large, can’t we apply this too: one person responsible for one sewing process, making it easy to produce skilled workers."

"Of course, it’s a very advanced production model." Xu Qinghuan smiled.

Jiang Xingye’s gaze lingered on her smiling face for a moment, and just as Xu Qinghuan looked up to see him, he quickly averted his eyes.

Zheng Siqi noticed some issue between the two, and after dinner, asked Qin Baifan, "Fanfan, come with me to the Zhiqing Point today. I’ll bathe you, and you can sleep at my place, how about it?"

"No, I want to sleep with Qing Xiao." Qin Baifan refused without thinking, as Qing Xiao was not only his good friend but also would protect him.

Xu Qinghuan had matters to attend to tonight, "In a while, your cousin will bathe you, and you can sleep with sister Xiaoyu. Let Qing Xiao accompany you; sister has something to do tonight and will be back very late."

Jiang Xingye didn’t know where she was going; she hadn’t mentioned it to him before.

Qiao Xinyu said, "Is it alright? Me, or your cousin, or sister Xiaomin, you can choose one, or any of the other two brothers will do."

Qin Baifan’s eyes swept over everyone and finally fell on Jiang Xingye, "Brother, can I sleep with you?"

Jiang Xingye’s action of washing the dishes paused a bit, "Not today, temporarily."

Qin Baifan sighed, "Alright, I’ll sleep with sister Xiaoyu then, and cousin will bathe me."

Zheng Siqi laughed and flicked his forehead, "I’m going to bathe you, and you’re still feeling aggrieved, huh?"

The little guy, sharp and mischievous, grinned, jumped off the stool, and ran to Xu Qinghuan, "Sister, what are you doing tonight? Is it some secret activity?"

"Mhm, I indeed have something tonight; it’s a secret activity. You stay well with sister Xiaoyu, I bought some comic books, let sister Xiaoyu read them to you," Xu Qinghuan smiled.

"Okay!" The little guy turned and cozied up to Qiao Xinyu.

Xu Qinghuan went into the room where the Shangjiang Team had connected electricity. The incandescent lamp lit up the room, albeit much dimmer than the various lamps of the future, but far brighter than the kerosene lamp from before.

Xu Qinghuan sat at a desk translating when Jiang Xingye came in, his hands were wet. After washing his hands with the soap from the water in the washbasin, he poured out the basin water, rinsed the basin, and fetched another basin of water.

Standing at the door, he closed it and stood by Xu Qinghuan’s side.

After Xu Qinghuan finished writing a sentence, she put down the pen, and as she moved her wrist, he took her hand gently to massage her wrist.

He lowered his eyes; from Xu Qinghuan’s angle, his eyelids were thin, delineating a layer that, at the corners of his eyes, lifted up, flying outward.

Xu Qinghuan hooked her other hand around his neck, her fingertips resting on the nape of his neck, the warmth spreading to her fingers.

Jiang Xingye wrapped his other arm around her waist, lifted his gaze to her.

His eyes reflected her image, with faint flickering light, and his lips twitched slightly, pressing toward her.

He released his hold first, mainly because Xu Qinghuan couldn’t stand sturdy anymore and slid down. He supported her body, turned around, and pinned her against the west wall.

The wall was covered with newspaper; his palm covered her back, his other elbow braced against the wall, supporting his upper body, a bit rushed.

Xu Qinghuan felt a bit numb, breathing deeply, the hand that clung to his shoulder sliding down, pushing at his chest.