ushernet Chapter 805 Who is it?! Interrupting my lazy plans!
Chapter 805 Who is it?! Interrupting my lazy plans!
Putting aside other things, let's just talk about strain gauges. The U.S. produced a strain gauge using fine copper wire as early as the 30s, although at that time it was merely a version fixed to paper with glue. However, this did not prevent it from becoming a first-generation sensor that converted "mechanical deformation" into "electrical signals."
And this thing is cheap!
However, we still don't have this thing.
But don't worry, in the hands of this idiot, the strain gauge is now made using photolithography etching. Wow, a 10mm thick strain gauge, is that even possible?
So, you don't think that's all the function of strain gauges, do you?
It's the core sensing element of various electronic scales and truck scales. Have any of you ever taken apart a weighing scale that your girlfriend wouldn't dare look at? That "aluminum foil beam" inside, responsible for sensing deformation, is a strain gauge!
Using strain gauges to measure torque and bending moment on motor shafts and diesel engine connecting rods to predict fatigue life are now routine testing methods.
It is common practice to install tens of thousands of strain gauges on large bridge structures for long-term health monitoring.
However, Jiang Xia now only wants to stick this thing on the wings and fuselage of the modified Il-28, sticking thousands of pieces at a time, to see if the initial modified version's maneuver load will exceed the limit.
If the data looks good, we can confidently modify a dozen more and send them to the naval bigwigs to fish at sea. That way, he won't be sending three telegrams a day, complaining about why Jiangxia hasn't gone to see the navy's prized possessions yet…
More importantly, send a batch of strain gauges to the "Grassland Tractor Factory." They've recently relapsed into their "firepower shortage phobia," and even with 125mm cannons, they're still not satisfied, single-mindedly aiming for 140mm.
Before Jiangxia even reached the Northeast, they called to ask why the cannon barrel kept cracking...
Brother, you guys are a "five-wheel" factory, so focus your efforts on the overall effect of the "five-wheel" machine! Putting everything else aside, why don't you at least produce a NBC (nuclear, biological, chemical) protected tank first...?
After being scolded by Jiang Xia, the factory director of the grassland factory stopped singing the grassland battle song and tearfully said that everything was almost done and they were just waiting for Engineer Jiang's laser rangefinder...
What? Is this all you've got? You're not even considering adding infrared searchlights and an infrared sight for the vehicle commander? You're not even thinking about adding three fluids to the entire vehicle?
The NB-550 is useful, but don't you guys think it's too heavy? Why don't you try making a few ceramic ones?
After a barrage of words, the Grassland Factory seemed to have discovered a golden road. While fiddling with the chassis of the NBC tank, they began preliminary research following Xiao Jiang's guidance. These past few months have been the quietest for them, with no one bothering the silly boy from time to time.
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After finishing the last sketch, Jiang Xia stretched and looked at the thick stack of design drawings on the table. The thought of slacking off resurfaced: "The Optical Research Institute can even make high-speed cameras, so their level must be quite high. This kind of contingency balance shouldn't be a problem for them, right? Besides, their security level is high enough..."
"Give the strain gauges to Aunt Lanying, and she'll be thrilled. The scrap rate is still a bit high right now. It's too much trouble to start chip manufacturing as soon as the lithography machine arrives. It's more sensible to produce strain gauges first so that the workers can improve their skills!"
"While waiting for the strain gauges, it's a good opportunity for the Optical Research Institute to learn about the principles of strain balances! Signal processing is a huge subject! Hehe, I've thought of everything so thoroughly!"
Thinking of this, he immediately felt a strong urge to head straight to the Optical Research Institute and transfer this technology. However, remembering Old Wang's solemn warning about security issues yesterday, he decided to make a phone call first to sound him out.
Before he could even touch the phone, there was a knock on the office door.
As the voice of "Come in, little guy!" was heard, Tang, the company commander whom we hadn't seen for several days, walked in wearing a white camouflage cloak that seemed out of place with the surroundings, exuding a chill.
Jiang Xia was instantly reminded of the bandit-suppressing heroes in "Taking Tiger Mountain by Strategy" that he had seen in Beijing, who were so majestic!
"Hey! Old Company Commander! Long time no see! Have you eaten?" Jiang Xia greeted him with a smile.
With a stern face, Company Commander Tang didn't reply. Instead, he strode forward and used his rough, powerful hands to quickly and professionally examine Jiang Xia's ankles, moving upwards to her shoulder blades. Only after confirming that there was nothing seriously wrong did he breathe a sigh of relief.
But seeing Jiang Xia's somewhat dejected expression, Company Commander Tang still frowned.
Then, his gaze swept over the scattered design drawings on the table. Without saying a word, he pulled the white cloak behind him and covered the table with it. Then, without further ado, he pressed Jiang Xia back into the chair.
With both thumbs, she precisely pressed against several acupoints on the top of his head, applying even pressure to massage them.
"Hiss..." Jiang Xia was initially a little surprised, but soon, a feeling of relief after the soreness spread from the top of his head. The fatigue of the past few days seemed to be dispelled by these strong hands, and his complexion became visibly rosier.
This technique feels familiar, very similar to the one Big Uncle used last time, but the pressure is much more comfortable than Big Uncle's.
"Company Commander Tang," Jiang Xia asked, squinting comfortably, "did something go wrong during last night's operation?"
"No," Company Commander Tang replied in a muffled voice, his hands still moving. "The man had just gotten off the train and hadn't even seen the platform sign when we apprehended him."
He paused, his tone tinged with curiosity, "You kid, when did you get in touch with the 'Thousand-Year Army'? I saw several impressive figures leading the operation."
Jiang Xia suddenly realized what Comrade Lantian meant by "escorting them back to Beijing." He clicked his tongue and silently mourned for those unlucky guys for a second: They'd practically walked right into a trap!
But Jiang Xia was puzzled: "The operation went so smoothly, why do you still look dissatisfied?"
Company Commander Tang snorted and tightened his grip slightly: "I'm not satisfied with Sergeant Cheng and the others! They actually put you in danger! Hmph, those guys are only thinking about how to protect you safely right now."
"If I were there, I wouldn't care about that 'two lives lost' threat. Not using 'Cannon Pipe No. 2' would be merciful! Why would you need to personally deal with those bastards!"
"Old Wang too, he needs more practice!"
Jiang Xia was stunned for a moment, and after thinking about it carefully, he realized it was true. If Company Commander Tang had been there at the time, given his style and skills, those bandits probably wouldn't have had a chance to take hostages and play psychological warfare; they would have been physically killed.
However, it's hard to say who's right or wrong in this matter. After all, Captain Cheng and his men considered things more thoroughly, but Company Commander Tang's pure guarding style can indeed save a lot of trouble.
"Hey, as long as the result is good, that's all that matters. If you think about it this way, if this hadn't happened, that huge gold mine wouldn't have popped up right in front of us..."
Company Commander Tang did not refute further, but his expression remained unpleasant. Clearly, his protective instincts made him extremely dissatisfied with any situation that put Jiang Xia in danger.
Perhaps this is what distinguishes soldiers who have been on the battlefield from others...
After the massage and conversation, Jiang Xia felt much better, and the thought of going to the Institute of Optics and Fine Mechanics to "pass the buck" resurfaced.
"Knock Knock Knock..."
There was another knock on the office door. Another one?
Little Pi Mao was furious!
"who is it!"
"How dare you interrupt my grand plan to slack off!"