Time is like your relationship with money. You want to keep it, but it always leaves you.
In the blink of an eye, five days later.
In the early morning, the train stopped at the station, under the sunlight, showed its rugged and majestic appearance.
The huge body is like a giant dragon made of steel, exuding a majestic atmosphere.
The sunlight dances on the metal shell and outlines strong lines. Every rivet and weld shows its sturdiness and strength.
The mechanical beauty carried by the steam engine itself is unmatched by the electric trains of later generations.
As a veteran driver, Li Aiguo has seen this scene countless times and is still fascinated every time.
"Aiguo, can it be installed now?" Xing Duanchang looked at Li Aiguo expectantly.
These days, there have been countless accidents caused by sand hardening in the bureau and the department, and Duan Chang Xing is worried about this.
After receiving the news that Li Aiguo had developed an air duct blower, he immediately rushed to the experimental site with several leaders.
Seeing that it was getting late, Li Aiguo looked at Director Zhang who was in the maintenance workshop.
"Lao Zhang, let's start."
Director Zhang climbed onto the locomotive with four or five technicians and started to get busy.
The air duct blower has a simple structure.
But it includes units such as fans, high-pressure delivery pipes, nozzles, and controllers.
It is not an easy task to install these things in place without affecting the safety of the motorcycle.
For this reason, Li Aiguo also invited Zong Xianfeng, an "electrical engineer", to help plan the installation locations of accessories.
Zong Xianfeng wanted this very much. Every time Li Aiguo asked him for help, the help was always in vain. The labor remuneration was calculated as a temporary worker, which was a full two yuan a day.
Recently, Zong Xianfeng often visits places of interest in the capital with Dasha.
Talk to someone (he doesn’t admit it) always costs money, even in this day and age.
The time came to ten o'clock in the morning before I knew it.
More and more people were watching on the field, and Yan Jiecheng, who had just finished delivering the message to the comrades in the education room, also came over.
Seeing Li Aiguo standing busy on the locomotive, he wondered: "Brother Aiguo, what new thing have you come up with again?"
"It seems to be something that can blow air, but I think This thing doesn't work," Driver Chen said with a frown.
“Yes, how heavy is the sand? How strong must the wind be to blow the sand down?” Another driver whispered.
We are discussing.
Li Aiguo’s voice came from the roof of the car.
"It's installed. Zong Xianfeng, go to the driver's building and prepare to turn on the switch."
Li Aiguo saw Yan Jiecheng standing there and waved to him.
"Yan Jiecheng, go to the wheel and observe the sandblasting port."
"Okay!" Yan Jiecheng ran over in a hurry, staring at the high-pressure sand blast port.
The scene was silent, everyone was waiting quietly.
Although the air duct blower is inconspicuous, it is a life-saving thing and must be successful!
As Li Aiguo pressed the switch, there was a whirring sound from the locomotive, the fan rotated rapidly, and the high-pressure airflow blew directly on the hardened sand.
The sand was blown rustling, quickly collapsed and flowed down the air duct
"It's flowing, it's flowing, you see, there is quicksand below me." Yan Jiecheng shouted excitedly got up.
Li Aiguo: "."
Everyone looked at it and saw sand spraying out from the high-pressure sand blasting port, "strafe" on the railway track, just like a machine gun.
“Compared with conventional flow, this pressurization method can spread the sand more evenly.”
Director Zhang is an old technician and instantly realized the mystery. .
"Using the air duct blower can save at least nearly one-third of the sand."
Although sand is not valuable, if it is packed in sandbags, it is life-saving sand and is a strategic resource.
"Okay, okay! Be anxious about the train driver's worries and think about what the train driver thinks. This is the real train man!" Xing Duanchang, an old man, couldn't help but say at this time.
"Train Man!"
"Train Man!"
"Train Man!"
The cheers continued on the station.
Li Aiguo stood on the locomotive, scratched his head, and whispered, "How about we publish the comic strip of Train Man first?"
However, Li Aiguo did not understand the situation of domestic comic strips.
I just remember that He Yuyu once read a monthly magazine called "Pictures", which published many comic strips.
If you have the opportunity, ask those cultural people first before making a decision.
The wind will blow in a few years, so we should be cautious and cautious.
After the successful test of the air duct blower at the station, the Qianmen Locomotive Depot installed the air duct blower on train 131 and conducted a running test.
The driving experiment was also a great success. With the air duct blower, the problem of sand hardening was solved and at least one-third of the sand was saved.
After Liu Guozhang of the Beijing Railway Technology Research Institute saw the technical information sent from the Qianmen Locomotive Depot, he said helplessly: "I am a student who is really a troublemaker. In just a few days, I have created another problem. It’s a practical technology. It’s really worrying.”
Deputy Director Chen thought Liu Guozhang was in Versailles and asked with a smile: “After verification in the institute, the air duct blower technology is complete. Can we meet the demand? "
"Promote! Promote it immediately"
Liu Guozhang paused for a moment, looked at Deputy Director Chen and said, "Didn't Lao Maozi react there? Several times, is there something wrong with the sandbags we sold them?
You immediately organized your staff to produce a batch of air duct blowers, install them on them, and plug their mouths!”
“Yes!”
When this matter was mentioned, Deputy Director Chen immediately became energetic.
Since the country adopted the route of independent development of railway equipment and began to develop steam locomotives and railway signals on its own, Lao Maozi began to be picky about domestically exported equipment.
Because the sandbag equipment was not discharging the sand smoothly, Lao Maozi frequently called the Ministry of Railways to report the problem.
Lao Maozi The Ministry of Railways of the People's Republic of China received a call from the domestic railway department.
When I learned that the other party had really solved the problem of sand hardening, Lao Maozi was a little confused.
They know very well that the frequent sand hardening is because the weather in Laomaozi is colder.
They were just looking for excuses to put pressure on the little brother to prevent him from raising his tail.
Unexpectedly, the little brother actually solved the problem.
Is this still a little brother? Why do you look more powerful than your elder brother?
The air duct blower is just an auxiliary accessory, but it caused quite a stir after being exported to Hungary, the Czech Republic and other little brother countries.
If you encounter a problem, I will help you solve it immediately. Flower growers are much more reliable than Lao Maozi.
Of course, the flower growers are not at a loss either. All those air duct blowers have been replaced with real money.
And the air duct blower is a life-saving tool for train drivers.
All trains equipped with sandbags need to be installed. In just half a month, thousands of domestic foreign trade orders have been received.
Li Aiguo is driving while following Liu Guozhang in arranging large-scale production work.
In addition, I also found time to learn the basics of comic books, but I was really busy.
In the past, Li Aiguo felt that there were only comic books these days.
When I was a guest at Liang Sicheng's home yesterday, I discussed the issue of comic books with this cultural figure, and then I realized that I looked down on my predecessors a little too much.
In these years, there were seven or eight monthly magazines and periodicals specializing in comic strips in China, including "Pictures of Comics", "Peasant Pictorial", and "Children's Times".
As for animated movies, there are endless ones.
In 1953, the first color puppet film "Little Heroes" was filmed in China.
In the 1954 puppet film "Xiao Mei's Dream", real people and puppets appeared in a film at the same time for the first time.
The 1956 puppet film "The Magic Pen" won the first prize internationally for children's entertainment films.
In 1955, the first color animation "Why Are Crows Black" came out.
It can be said that the development momentum of domestic animation in this era is quite good.
Those animations produced at a very low cost are much better than the "eye-searing" animations produced by later generations that cost 2,100.
Liang Sicheng was confused when he learned that Li Aiguo wanted to draw the "Train Man" comic strip.
He knows what a train is, and he also knows what a knight is, but what is a train knight?
Li Aiguo explained to him: "The Train Man is a train driver. He has the ability to fly over walls and climb over walls. While driving a train, he solves various accidents, fights with enemies, etc."
Li Aiguo I originally wanted to draw Train Man in the style of Spider-Man, with the ability to transform and so on.
Later, when I thought about it carefully, after the founding of the People's Republic of China, monsters could no longer become spirits. Can humans become spirits?
So I gave up this idea.
Liang Sicheng nodded and said: "It is indeed a good idea for a laborer to solve various problems encountered during the train and compete with Dieter."
"It can also be said that Bar"
Li Aiguo felt that his thoughts seemed to have been misunderstood.
Spider-Man couldn't do it. He originally planned to make it into a Gundam, one that could transform.
But it doesn’t matter, Li Aiguo is the one who listens to advice.
This is just the initial version of Train Man. When the spring breeze comes, it will not be too late to continue the transformation.
“Learning comic strips is not something that happens overnight. You have good ideas, but there is still a long way to go before you can express them in comic strips.”
“Well, I’ll give it to you. You wrote some book lists, which are the basic foundation for comics. You need to lay down the foundation first.”
Liang Sicheng was particularly supportive of workers who wanted to draw comic strips. At that time, he wrote a list of twelve books and took him to see Professor Cai from the Central Academy of Fine Arts.
On his way home, Li Aiguo stopped by the library of Beijing University and checked out all twelve books.
This is the scene of reading a book all night long.
Chen Xueru looked at Li Aiguo flipping through the pages of the book and felt strange: "Brother Aiguo, drawing comic books is a very difficult thing. Can you do it?"
"Don't worry. ! I have a very strong learning ability and am very good at solving problems on my own."
Li Aiguo put down the book and opened the system.
Steam engine driving: 100;
Cooking: 15;
Bicycle driving: 95;
Geological exploration technology: 20;
Criminal investigation technology: 61;
Mechanical design technology proficiency: 60;
Electric power proficiency: 60;
EMU assembly body technology: 30;
< br>The current score is 1216 points.
Hey guys, I have been accumulating points these days, but I didn’t expect that I would become a rich man.
With points in hand, Li Aiguo is more confident.
As a person who succeeded entirely through his own efforts, Li Aiguo chose.
Add points! (Not)
Buy skills! (Yes)
Control panel purchased comic book mastery technology.
Almost instantly, Li Aiguo had a lot of knowledge related to comic books in his mind.
Drawing, sketching, color theory, composition, character design, scene drawing, storyboards, etc. are all available.
It can be said that Li Aiguo is now a comic book master.
Sure enough, only those who rely on their own efforts can succeed!
With technology, you also need tools.
There are many stationery items for poor students. Li Aiguo made up his mind to make a set of excellent stationery items.
The next day was a rest day. Li Aiguo got on his bicycle early in the morning and prepared to go to the supply and marketing cooperative.
The third uncle saw Li Aiguo coming and thought about the introduction to Yan Jiecheng a while ago, so he originally wanted to hide away.
After thinking about it, he still came forward.
"Aiguo, I heard Jie Cheng said, you have a rest today, why don't you go." "It's the third uncle."
Li Aiguo didn't take what happened a few days ago to heart either. He went up and said with a smile: "Don't I want to cultivate my sentiments and learn dot painting these days.
So, I am going to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy pencils, brushes and the like."
" Buying brushes from the supply and marketing cooperative? Patriot, you are lucky to have met me, otherwise you would have been cheated.” , Langhao brush, this is the best brush, how about selling it to you for one yuan? You will get a big deal."
Li Aiguo looked at the three bald men in his hands. The brush fell into silence.
It has to be said that the third uncle does have the potential to be an electronic fraudster. Whether it is his expression or his voice, he has a very good command of it.
But as a person who has seen countless fraud methods, Li Aiguo knows one thing.
【If you don’t take advantage, you won’t be fooled】
(Remember! Remember! Remember! Say important things three times)
“Third uncle, I took advantage of you, don’t you suffer a loss? I am an ideological activist, how can I do that kind of thing? It’s a big deal. See you later.”
Li Aiguo was about to leave while pushing his bicycle.
Seeing that the fraud failed, the third uncle could only smile awkwardly: "Even if you don't buy mine, the brushes in the supply and marketing cooperative are indeed useless.
Let's do this, you Go to Enhuazhai on Dongsi Street. The brushes and paper sold there are the best in the capital and the prices are not expensive."
"Thank you."
Three. The uncle is a man of culture and often writes calligraphy with calligraphy, so he naturally knows where to get good calligraphy.
Li Aiguo was a person who listened to the advice. He thanked him and rode his bicycle towards East Fourth Street.
Dongsi Street is considered a prosperous area in Beijing.
Because there are many mansions, Xu Shichang of the Republic of China once lived in Sitiao.
Many senior officials of the former dynasty, such as Shixuxu, etc., lived in this area. There is a saying that "the east, four and west are in front of the drum tower".
Li Aiguo walked along the road south of the Dongsi intersection and came to Enhua Zhai mentioned by the third uncle.
This is a simple brick building, and time has left mottled marks on the wooden boards.
There is a wooden signboard hanging above the door. Although the writing on it is a little blurry, the word "Enhuazhai" can still be recognized.
The eaves of the paper shop are slightly raised, and the edges are carved with simple yet exquisite patterns.
When you walk into the paper shop, you will be greeted by the smell of old paper. The space in the store is not large, but it is packed with everything.
On one side of the wall is a tall wooden shelf filled with all kinds of paper. There are more than a dozen brushes on the shelf behind the counter.
Comrade Boss is a middle-aged man wearing black-rimmed glasses and looks like a cultural person.
At this time, he was handing a stack of papers to a little girl.
“I left this specially for your father.”
"Thank you, Uncle Zhang."
The girl handed over the money and took the paper.
Seeing that the comrade boss had finished a business, Li Aiguo stepped forward and asked: "Comrade boss, do you have a brush suitable for painting?"
The comrade boss adjusted his glasses frame. Said: "There are many kinds of brushes for painting, such as sheep-hair brushes for flower and bird paintings, rabbit-hair brushes for figures, pig-hair brushes for landscape paintings, and double-hair brushes for genre paintings. Which one do you need?"
Good guy, there are so many things to pay attention to in writing brushes?
Li Aiguo said: "What about drawing cartoon characters?"
"Cartoon?"
The boss looked confused. He knew these two words, but they were connected together. If so, I don’t understand what it means.
"It's just a comic book." Li Aiguo said it differently.
“Comic strips. This is a new problem.” Comrade Boss’s brows knitted into knots: “I’ve seen that kind of comic strips. Generally speaking, when people are drawn, they should have rabbit fur, but rabbit fur is used. It’s very unlikeable to draw portraits.”
At this time, the little girl who had reached the door suddenly stopped and walked over again.
The little girl smiled sweetly at Li Aiguo and said slowly: "It is best to use a pig-hair pen to draw comics. You can use simple strokes to outline the cartoon image of the characters."
< br>Li Aiguo only noticed this little girl at this time.
She has a good figure, fair skin, and a black braid.
She was wearing a navy blue student uniform, with a childlike look on her face. She was only sixteen or seventeen years old.
Just by looking at her appearance, she seemed familiar, but I couldn’t remember where I had seen her before.
Li Aiguo reminded: "Comrade, this is a comic strip, not a cartoon. Don't get me wrong."
Ran Qiuye was stunned for a moment before he realized his oversight.
There is no such thing as comics in China. The closest thing to comics is comic strips.
"Yes, yes, it's a comic strip, not a comic." Ran Qiuye hurriedly changed his words.
"Qiuye, do you know comic books? Tell Uncle Zhang about it." Comrade Boss asked at this time.
Autumn leaves are falling!
Li Aiguo’s eyes suddenly lit up.
No wonder it looked familiar just now. It turned out to be Teacher Ran in the original work.
It’s just that Ran Qiuye should still be studying at the Normal University.
Ran Qiuye's identity is quite special. She and her parents are both returned overseas Chinese from Indonesia in 1949.
In these years, foreign comics have formed a huge market. It is normal for Ran Qiuye to know about cartoons.
Ran Qiuye is very interested in comics. When he was abroad, he even studied with a teacher.
After coming back, this was the first time she saw someone drawing comics, and she suddenly felt a little curious.
Ran Qiuye held the paper and pulled it over.
"Comrade, what kind of comic strip are you going to draw?"
"It has something to do with trains. I am a train driver."
"Drawing a comic strip about trains. Even if you are abroad, you can't do this." Never heard of it.”
Ran Qiuye finally met a comic book artist.
Although this person is from Yeluzi, he can at least communicate.
She was about to continue asking when the comrade boss took out two fine pig-hair pens and interrupted their conversation.
The price of the Zhuhao pen is really not expensive, only 50 cents per pen.
Li Aiguo bought another bottle of ink.
When selecting paper, Ran Qiuye once again gave constructive suggestions.
“You can just use rice paper for traditional Chinese painting, but if you are a beginner in painting, you can buy some straw paper to avoid waste.”
"Boss, here are two knives of rice paper." Li Aiguo took out the money from his pocket.
Ran Qiuye: "."
Although Ran Qiuye kept a smile on his face, he couldn't help but coo in his heart.
Are people today so disobedient?
With the writing brush, ink and rice paper in the bag, Li Aiguo said thank you to Ran Qiuye, walked out of the store, got on his bicycle and prepared to leave.
At this time, Ran Qiuye chased him out of the store again.
Li Aiguo turned around and asked, "Do you have anything else?"
Seeing Li Aiguo turn around, Ran Qiuye felt a little embarrassed, but thinking that it was rare to meet a comic book artist, he had the courage to ask Said: "What is your name?"
"My name is Li Aiguo, the train driver at the Qianmen Locomotive Depot."
"Comrade, we all like to draw comic books, so we should leave a name and address to be able to exchange works with each other in the future.”
"That's fine." Li Aiguo thought for a moment, then wrote his name and address on the note and handed it to Ran Qiuye.
He has no special emotions towards Ran Qiu, just like a familiar stranger.
Because the circle of friends who are cared about and cared about by Li Aiguo is very small.
There is no room for too many people now.
Ran Qiuye didn't know that he had become transparent in front of this rough man, so he took out a pen and wrote down his address in his notebook.
“I am currently studying at Beijing Normal University and am in my senior year. I have a lot of comics, no, comics-related books at home. If you need them, I can bring them to you next time we meet.”< br>
"That's a good feeling."
Li Aiguo waved his hand at Ran Qiuye, got on his bicycle, and disappeared at the end of the road.
Ran Qiuye looked at his back and frowned.
She always felt that this person was particularly cold.
Ran Qiuye is a college student, and her appearance is considered first-class. She is very popular among the male students in college, but this is the first time she has been treated coldly.
This made her very uncomfortable.
So much so that when he got home, Ran Qiuye didn't even eat dinner, so he went back to the bedroom and sat at the writing table writing and drawing.
Ran's mother opened the door and walked in. She saw Ran Qiuye drawing those foreign cartoons again. She frowned and reminded: "Qiuye, how many times have I reminded you not to draw capitalist cartoons again? "Why don't you listen?"
"Mom, is there anything like capitalism in comics?"
Ran Qiuye put down his brush and was about to talk to Ran's mother, but saw Ran Qiuye. Seeing her mother's concerned eyes, her heart suddenly softened.
"Mom, I understand. From now on, I will draw quietly and never let others see it."
Ran's mother knew that Ran Qiuye was a sensible child, so she didn't say much.
At this time, Ran Qiuye suddenly said: "Mom, today I met a man who also likes to draw comics in Uncle Zhang's paper shop. He is a train driver."
" Train driver draws comics?”
Ran's mother felt that Ran Qiuye must have been deceived. After a few perfunctory words, she said: "You will start working next year. Your father asked about it a while ago. Many units no longer recruit people with my background. It is estimated that only I can teach in a primary school.”
“It’s good to teach in a primary school. I really like the children.” Ran Qiuye didn’t feel aggrieved, and smiled at the corner of his mouth.
“You kid.”
Ran’s mother sighed and did not continue.
After Li Aiguo returned home, he immediately took the brush and spread out the rice paper to take the first step of becoming a comic book artist.
Chen Xueru and He Yuyu became his first comic book fans.
Secrets cannot be hidden in the compound. The residents soon found out that Li Aiguo spent 50 cents on a brush and bought rice paper for 10 cents a piece just to draw graffiti. Very strange.
You know, one dime can buy an egg.
When Jia Zhang was chatting with the old ladies at the gate, she curled her lips and said: "I secretly lay on the window and looked at it, and the things Li Aiguo painted were similar to the things my Banggeng painted. . This is too unprofessional!"
"I heard from He Yuyu that the things Li Aiguo painted seemed to be comic books. >
"Pfft." Mrs. Jia Zhang couldn't help but laugh out loud. She clapped her thighs and burst out laughing: "It's ridiculous that a rough guy like Li Aiguo still wants to imitate someone else's culture."
The Courtyard Although the residents here felt that Jia Zhang was a little jealous, they didn't quite understand Li Aiguo's comic strips.
After all, in these days, there is nothing more important than labor.
Li Aiguo didn't care. He was drawing comic books leisurely and busy producing air duct blowers.
The air duct blower was delivered to the railway's third-line factory in Changxindian for completion.
Half a month later, the air duct blower was successfully mass-produced, and the annual output can reach more than 5,000 units, which is enough to meet domestic and domestic needs.
In addition, Yang Jizong received news from the port city that Wang An Computer Company had produced the first batch of magnetic core memories and was currently arranging sales.
Li Aiguo could also breathe a sigh of relief and focus on driving again.
After a busy day, Li Aiguo took a shower and left the locomotive depot on his bicycle.
Before he reached the gate, he was stopped by Yan Jiecheng.
"Brother Patriot, please borrow the secret phone in the dark room."
Hearing this, Li Aiguo's heart skipped a beat.
Did something happen? !
(End of this chapter)