After hearing Zhao Guoyang's words, Hu Ping was confused: "What? Just reheat it? That's so simple?"

"That's right, it's that simple." Zhao Guoyang said confidently.

Hu Ping hesitated for a moment and said, "Brother, I don't know if you are inconvenient today? If you have time, can you go to our Jiangyu Town Supply and Marketing Cooperative? Let's talk about how to deal with these hoes? Don't worry, after the matter is done, I will send you back to Jianghai County in person."

When the two were chatting just now, Hu Ping already knew that Zhao Guoyang's destination was Jianghai County.

At this time, seeing that the hoes from his supply and marketing cooperative were expected to be repaired, Hu Ping of course tried every means to hold Zhao Guoyang first.

"This..." Zhao Guoyang said with some embarrassment.

"Brother Hu, I'm really not sure about it. I really don't have time to accompany you this time today. But don't worry, you can find a machine factory with heat treatment technology and re-quench these hoes according to the method I said. It should be fine."

“Quination?”

Looking at Hu Ping's confused look, Zhao Guoyang explained with a smile: "The so-called quenching is actually in academic fields and industries such as metal material processing and metal heat treatment, which should be read as (zhànhuǒ), that is, 'dip fire'. It means dipping the hot workpiece heated to a certain level into the medium to meet the requirements."

"In fact, quenching the surface of metal parts is the main content of metal heat treatment. The purpose is to obtain a high hardness surface layer and a favorable internal stress distribution to improve the wear and fatigue resistance of the workpiece."

"The hoes you bought obviously did not meet the ideal requirements because the quenching duration was insufficient."

After hearing Zhao Guoyang's words, he was very professional, Hu Ping's uneasiness finally gradually disappeared.

"Sure, then I'll do it as you said by me. Just as one of our president's old comrades-in-arms opened a machinery factory, which seemed to have heat treatment technology. I'll go over and ask him for help when I turn around!"

"Well! Brother Hu, just repeat what I said, and the other party should know." Zhao Guoyang nodded.

"Then you say it again, it's safer for me to write it down with the notes." Hu Ping quickly pulled out his pen and found a small note to write it down word by word.

Jiang Yuzhen arrived soon. Zhao Guoyang helped Hu Ping move the hoe all the way outside the car, and then waved goodbye to him.

Before leaving, Hu Ping shook Zhao Guoyang's hand tightly and said, "Brother Guoyang, thanks to you this time, if you can repair these hoes as you said after you go back, you must thank you very much."

"Brother Hu, you don't have to be polite, it's just a matter of raising your hands." Zhao Guoyang smiled slightly.

He had a good impression of Hu Ping, and he could see that this was a village cadre who was willing to work hard, so he wanted to help him.

...

The minibuses in the early 1990s were better than ox carts, and the speed was much worse than that of the 21st century buses. They broke down halfway, making it a few dozen kilometers away. It took a few hours to reach the station, and it was almost dark.

After getting off the car, Zhao Guoyang tried hard to avoid the rickshaw driver who was rushing forward and strode back home.

Zhao Guoyang's home is in the urban-rural fringe of Jianghai County, about ten kilometers away from the station. Zhao Guoyang was so energetic that he stepped on his legs and started rushing.

The original ten kilometers of road was not a problem for Zhao Guoyang, an amateur who often ran marathons, but it couldn't resist the poor road conditions.

The bumpy and muddy along the way made Zhao Guoyang secretly complain.

Zhao Guoyang, who had a meal and bought something by the way, barely arrived at his destination. Looking at the blue brick house in front of him, he felt a little inexplicably moved.

After rebirth, this was the first time he had returned to this home. He felt indescribable about seeing his relatives - he was both expectant and confused, and he was a little nervous.

Zhao Guoyang gently pushed open the empty door and scratched his head as he looked at the darkness in the yard.

It was only eight o'clock now, and it was less than nine o'clock, but it was sensible that the family had already gone to bed.

Perhaps it was a sound when he pushed the door. As soon as Zhao Guoyang entered the yard, a sound came from the outermost room.

Soon, a young and beautiful girl came out of the small room.

"Ah, brother, why are you back?" The girl opened her mouth wide and looked at Zhao Guoyang and shouted in surprise.

Seeing this melon-shaped face, willow-leaf eyebrows, and a pure girl with a ponytail, Zhao Guoyang's previous unfamiliar feeling was immediately wiped out, and he almost subconsciously said: "Xiaojing, it's so late, why haven't you slept yet? Don't you have to go to school tomorrow?"

This girl is naturally Zhao Guoyang's sister Zhao Xiaojing.

She is just seventeen years old this year and is in her second year of high school. Her grades are pretty good, and her study pressure is not very high. She is not as hard as those high school students in the future. She has to stay until eleven o'clock every day before going to bed.

In his previous life, Zhao Guoyang not only did not experience the love between his parents, nor did he enjoy the affection between sisters and brothers, but also because he was diligent in technology and devoted himself to research and development, he did not find a girlfriend. So after seeing his sister in this life, he could not say anything to scold him.

Zhao Xiaojing replied with a smile: "Brother, Xiaojuan and I made an appointment to go to Jianghai County to play tomorrow. I will finish my homework tonight. If I can't do my homework well, my mother will not let me go out."

"Xiaojuan..." Zhao Guoyang was stunned.

"It's Wang Juan, my classmate, lives at the intersection of the street." Zhao Xiaojing said suspiciously at his brother.

"Brother, you won't forget it, Xiaojuan is your admirer."

Zhao Guoyang is the first child of the nearby residents to get into college, so he is naturally the envy of neighbors around him.

In addition, others are tall and handsome, so they can easily get the favor of some little girls. In the words of later generations, he is a perfect handsome man.

"Oh! I understand." Zhao Guoyang agreed vaguely, followed Zhao Xiaojing back to the house, and before he could sit down and drink a sip of water, a black shadow rushed towards him.

Zhao Guoyang subconsciously reached out and found out that it was a native dog.

"Xiao Hei, I haven't been back for so long, you still know him!" Zhao Xiaojing said with a smile.

"Wow!" Xiao Hei seemed to understand Zhao Xiaojing's words and echoed her with his screams.

The black dog's barking woke up the people in the room. Soon, Zhao Guoyang's parents walked out of the room in the west wing in dress.

"Hey, Guoyang, are you back?" Zhao Guoyang's father is Zhao Jingzhong. He is already forty-five this year. He is very strong and looks like Zhao Guoyang is carved out according to his mold.
Chapter completed!