Siheyuan: Buyers get rich from hunting

Chapter 778 Young People's Ambition 3

The next day, when the first faint and hazy morning light struggled to penetrate the thick fog, the sky was just getting light, and the whole world was still immersed in a quiet grayness, as if everything was still asleep. However, there were three people who were like brave warriors awakened by the fiery dreams deep in their hearts, exuding vigorous vitality and fearless fighting spirit. They quickly climbed up from their simple shelters, which were just a few shabby wooden boards randomly pieced together, and then simply covered with rags and weeds. They were shaky in the cold wind, as if they would be blown away at any time. But they didn't care about these, and there was only one firm belief in their hearts: to move forward bravely for their dreams.

The three of them each rushed to their respective task areas, their steps hurried but firm, as if they were not stepping on ordinary land, but on a road of hope leading to their dreams. They knew that this was a difficult journey of racing against time and fighting for their dreams, and every minute and every second was extremely precious, and there was no room for slackness or waste. In this journey, they will rely on their own hands and tenacious perseverance to challenge unknown difficulties and create their own glory.

Liu Guangfu rushed to the place where the tools were stored. It was a simple hut forgotten in the corner. The walls around it were dilapidated, and large pieces of wall paint had fallen off, revealing the mottled bricks inside. There were also several holes on the roof. Whenever it rained, rain would pour in mercilessly, forming small puddles in the house. The house was filled with all kinds of shabby and rusty tools, as if it was a corner ruthlessly abandoned by the years, filled with an old and decayed atmosphere. Those tools were piled together in a mess, some had broken handles, some were missing corners, and some were covered with thick rust on the surface, like old people who had experienced vicissitudes of life, telling of the hardships and tribulations they had experienced.

Liu Guangfu stood in front of the tool pile, frowning, but his eyes revealed determination and perseverance. His frown seemed to show his dissatisfaction with the predicament, while his determined eyes showed his determination to overcome difficulties. He knew that these shabby tools were the weapons for him to realize his dream. Although they looked so bad now, he believed that with his own efforts, he would be able to make them shine again. So he began to search carefully, not leaving out any corner or any tool.

He picked up a hammer and weighed it in his hand, feeling its weight and balance. The hammer seemed a little heavy in his hand, as if telling him about his fatigue and helplessness. Then, he tapped the head of the hammer with his fingers, listening to the dull sound, as if the hammer was groaning in pain. He shook his head and said to himself: "This hammer is too blunt, it needs to be polished. Otherwise, working with such a hammer will be too inefficient and prone to problems." As he said, he put the hammer aside and continued to look for other suitable tools in the tool pile, secretly thinking about how to repair and transform these tools next.

Then, Liu Guangfu's eyes fell on a saw among the tools. He slowly reached out his hand, picked up the saw, and looked at it carefully. The saw's teeth were worn out. The originally neatly arranged and extremely sharp teeth were now uneven, and some were even completely worn flat, leaving only small protrusions, like ruins eaten away by time. The saw blade was also covered with spots of rust. The reddish-brown rust was like a thick layer of dirt, tightly attached to the surface of the saw blade, making the originally bright silver blade dull.

Liu Guangfu looked at the dilapidated saw and thought to himself: "This saw also needs to be repaired, otherwise it is completely unusable. If I use a saw like this to saw wood, not only will it be crooked and inefficient, but it will also easily get stuck in the wood and the saw blade may even break. Not only will it delay the progress of making kitchen utensils, it may also hurt myself." Thinking of this, he became more determined to repair the saw.

So, he busily shuttled through the tool pile, his eyes focused and anxious, not missing any corner that might hide a usable tool. His hands quickly flipped through the tool pile, picking out the tools that needed to be repaired one by one. Some of those tools were missing corners, some had broken handles, and some had cracks on their surfaces, but in Liu Guangfu's eyes, they were all "treasures" waiting to be saved. He placed the selected tools neatly aside, and then looked around for the materials needed to repair the tools.

After searching for a long time, he finally found a whetstone and some sandpaper. The whetstone was rectangular, with a rough surface and covered with tiny particles, which felt prickly to the touch; the sandpaper had different coarse and fine specifications, some with larger particles suitable for preliminary grinding, and some with smaller particles suitable for fine polishing. Liu Guangfu placed the whetstone on a stable stone and neatly stacked the sandpaper aside. After the preparations were ready, he began to repair it seriously.

He first picked up the hammer, placed the head of the hammer on the grindstone, then pressed the hammer hard with both hands, grinding it back and forth in one direction. His arms swung rhythmically, and each time he applied just the right amount of force, which not only ensured the grinding effect, but also prevented the hammer from being damaged by excessive force. As he grinded, tiny iron filings continued to fly out of the grindstone, and the iron filings sparkled with golden light under the sunlight, as if they were the "sweat" shed by the hammer during its transformation. The originally dull and rusty head of the hammer gradually became smooth and sharp, and flashed with cold light under the reflection of the light, as if showing Liu Guangfu the joy of its rebirth.

After polishing the hammer, Liu Guangfu carefully picked up the saw again. He first wiped the dust and rust off the saw blade with a clean cloth, then picked up the sandpaper and began to gently polish the saw teeth. His movements were very gentle, as if he was stroking a precious work of art. He polished little by little along the arrangement direction of the saw teeth, his eyes fixed on each saw tooth to ensure that each tooth was polished evenly. After polishing for a while, he would stop and gently touch the saw teeth with his fingers to feel how sharp they were. Under his careful polishing, each saw tooth gradually regained its sharpness, like a row of neat soldiers, regaining the vitality of fighting.

Sweat kept rolling down Liu Guangfu's cheeks, soaking his clothes. The sweat soaked his back, forming a dark mark, like an irregular map. But Liu Guangfu was unaware of it, and all his energy was focused on the tools in his hands. He had only one thought in his mind: to repair the tools as soon as possible and make full preparations for making kitchen utensils. He seemed to have seen those brand-new kitchen utensils being born in his hands, and saw them bringing convenience and beauty to people's lives. Thinking of this, a gratified smile appeared on his face, and his hands moved more vigorously.

At the same time, in the open space where the sun was shining, Liu Guangqi sat quietly under the sturdy tree. The tree was like a guardian who had experienced many vicissitudes of life, with lush branches and leaves, casting a large and cool shadow under the tree. In front of Liu Guangqi was a large wooden table, on which was spread the kitchenware blueprint that had been revised countless times. This blueprint carried his countless days and nights of hard work and expectations. From the initial vague concept to the gradually clear and perfect appearance today, every line and every mark embodied his wisdom and persistence.

His brows were furrowed, like two insurmountable hills, pressing down on his eyes to make them more focused and profound. His eyes were fixed on the blueprint, as if it was a mysterious world, hiding countless secrets waiting for him to explore. He seemed to be having a silent conversation with the blueprint, trying to find the most perfect design solution from the dense lines and symbols.

His fingers slid gently on the drawing, his movements were gentle and slow, as if he was afraid of disturbing the kitchenware spirit that had not yet taken shape in the drawing. Sometimes, his fingers would suddenly stop and hang in the air, his eyes revealing a trace of doubt and thought, as if he was having a fierce debate with himself in his mind; sometimes he quickly picked up the pen and decisively modified some details on the drawing, the tip of the pen scratched on the paper, making a rustling sound, that sound seemed to be his response to the dialogue with the drawing.

He knew that this blueprint was the key to making kitchenware. It was like the blueprint of a magnificent building. Any small mistake could lead to the collapse of the entire building and the failure of the entire production. Every deviation in size and every unreasonable structure could turn the carefully made kitchenware into a pile of useless scrap metal. Therefore, he kept improving every detail and did not miss any place where there might be problems.

He kept imagining the shapes and structures of the kitchen utensils in his mind, as if they were already in front of him. He thought about how to make each component more reasonable and practical, and how to make the kitchen utensils more convenient and efficient during use. He imagined the scenes when people used these kitchen utensils, with a satisfied smile on his face, and that smile was his motivation to move forward. After much thinking and repeated revisions, a perfect plan finally emerged in his mind. At that moment, his frown gradually relaxed, his eyes flashed with excitement, and he finally showed a satisfied smile. That smile was like the sunshine in spring, warm and full of hope, illuminating the road ahead of him.

He stood up slowly. His body was a little stiff after sitting for a long time. He stretched his body, as if to stretch out all his fatigue. Then, he carefully picked up the blueprint that embodied his hard work and wisdom, and walked towards Liu Guangfu and Yan Jiecheng. His steps were firm and confident, and every step seemed to announce that they were about to embark on a new journey. He was ready to discuss the next production plan with them and work together to realize their dreams.

On the other side, Yan Jiecheng was concentrating on cleaning the materials. He knew that high-quality materials were the basis for making exquisite kitchenware. Only by cleaning and handling the materials properly could the quality of the kitchenware be guaranteed. He looked around and finally found a worn-out iron bucket. The iron bucket was a few years old, and the surface was covered with rust and scratches, but it was still sturdy and durable, and was capable of this task.

He placed the iron bucket on the ground, then found a scoop, scooped up water from the puddle next to it, and carefully poured it into the iron bucket until it was full. The clear water rippled in the iron bucket, gleaming golden light under the sunlight. Then, he put the rusty metal bars and metal plates into the water one by one to soak them. Some of the metal bars and metal plates were bent and deformed, and some were covered with thick rust, like old men who had experienced many vicissitudes of life, lying quietly in the water, waiting to be awakened again.

Yan Jiecheng squatted beside the iron bucket, his eyes fixed on the metal materials in the water, as if he was guarding a group of sleeping elves. From time to time, he gently stirred the water with a wooden stick, allowing the water to fully contact every metal surface and speed up the dissolution of the rust. His movements were skillful and focused, and every detail was handled just right, as if he was performing a sacred ritual to make the best preparations for the upcoming production work.

He watched the materials being soaked in water, with an expectant look on his face, as if he was waiting for the moment when they would be reborn. Then, he found a brush and some detergent and began to carefully clean each piece of material.

He used a brush to vigorously brush the rust and stains on the surface of the material. The "brushing" sound was like an exciting hymn to labor. When he encountered some stubborn stains, he sprayed detergent on them, then waited patiently for a while, and then repeatedly brushed with a brush until the stains were completely removed.

His hands were blistered and turned white, and his fingers turned red from scrubbing vigorously, but he did not complain at all and continued to clean each piece of material meticulously. After some efforts, the originally shabby materials gradually became clean and tidy, shining with metallic luster under the sunlight.

When Liu Guangqi came to them with the revised drawings, Liu Guangfu had just repaired the last tool. He excitedly waved the hammer in his hand and said loudly: "Look, I have repaired all the tools. Now we can start making kitchen utensils!" Yan Jiecheng also stood up, patted the dust off his body, and said with a smile: "I have cleaned up the materials and am waiting to start working."

The three of them sat together, and Liu Guangqi spread out the revised drawings in front of them, explaining in detail the production methods and precautions for each component. While explaining, he gestured on the drawings with his fingers, his eyes full of confidence and determination. Liu Guangfu and Yan Jiecheng listened carefully, nodded from time to time to show their understanding, and raised some of their own questions and suggestions from time to time. They discussed one after another, and the atmosphere was warm and harmonious. After a thorough discussion and exchange, they had a clearer understanding and grasp of the plan to make kitchen utensils.

Finally, the work of making kitchen utensils officially began. Liu Guangfu picked up a repaired saw and began to saw the metal strips according to the requirements of the drawings. His movements were skillful and steady, and the saw made a rhythmic "rustling" sound in his hand, like a beautiful movement. He stared at the sawing edge with full concentration, carefully controlling the direction and strength of the saw, for fear of accidentally sawing it crooked. After some effort, a suitable metal strip was sawed off. He looked at the results of his labor with satisfaction, and a proud smile appeared on his face.

Yan Jiecheng picked up a cleaned metal plate and prepared to cut it. He found a pair of sharp scissors, pointed at the metal plate, took a deep breath, and cut it hard. With a "click", a piece of the metal plate was cut off. He then continued to cut the rest according to the requirements of the drawing. Although his hands were shaking a little, his eyes revealed determination and persistence. He took every cutting action seriously and tried to be accurate and correct.

Liu Guangqi carefully observed their production process and gave guidance and help from time to time. He saw that Liu Guangfu was having some difficulty sawing the metal strip, so he walked over and picked up the saw, demonstrated the correct sawing method, and then patiently explained: "When sawing, keep the saw perpendicular to the metal strip, and use force evenly, not too hard or too light. Only in this way can the cut be smooth and flat." Liu Guangfu listened carefully, nodded, and then sawed again according to Liu Guangqi's method. It was indeed much easier and the sawed cut became more neat.