The factory area in the early morning exuded a hint of coolness, with each swaying figure busy under the rising sun's reflection.

Aunt Zhao, worthy of being a native farmer, understood the personality of farm women very well. So, under her calls and guidance, those originally drooping and listless women were now full of spirit.

The rice ears kept thrashing against the wall. Seeing the uniform actions of the women behind, Wenquan Xin, who grew up in the city, couldn't help but curiously asked, "What are they doing?"

"Winnowing rice," Old Zhao replied without turning his head, his eyes fixed on the ironing room ahead, "Normally, these tasks should be done by machines, but we have no electricity or equipment here, so we can only use the most primitive way."

In fact, the situation was worse than Zhao Yunhai described. Without specialized separation tools and not knowing when it might rain, the women simply laid out a layer of floral fabric at the edge of the factory building.

This way, while winnowing rice, they could also conveniently let it dry under the sun.

After all, to them, the quality and taste of the rice didn't matter as long as they could fill their bellies, it was a blessing.

Moreover, Aunt Zhao repeatedly instructed everyone to keep the husks left after the later de-hulling process. Although this seemed a bit pitiful, they had no choice given their limited resources.

At least, compared to risking their lives by going out again, the women preferred to eat what was supposed to be pig feed.

Zhao Yunhai, being from the construction industry, after inspecting the entire ironing room, immediately made breakthrough progress on modifications.

In fact, his idea was very simple. There was no need for major modifications to the room, and frankly, with the tools they had, there was no way to make major changes.

So...

"Old Lin, take people and saw off some of the drainage pipes from the factory for me. I need to use them to create a water diversion channel on the roof, so it's easier to direct water down when it rains."

"Xiao Tang, take some people and dismantle all the wooden boards in the factory into wooden strips, and then move them over to me."

"Xiao Hu, let's go in and move that big guy out!"

As if firing a series of commands, once Zhao Yunhai finished instructing, the three groups immediately set about their tasks.

Lin Junfu led Wenquan Xin to a sandwich panel at the back of the factory. Without a ladder, they could only use a makeshift climbing device made from cardboard boxes to step on and climb up, then slowly saw the pipes with a hacksaw.

Most of these pipes were made of PVC, so sawing them wasn't difficult, except for the annoying "creak" sound.

Watching the debris continuously scatter and fly around, Wenquan Xin couldn't help but ask curiously, "Lin, aren't these white pipes already drainage pipes? Why go through the extra trouble of sawing them off?"

Honestly, Lin Junfu didn't know the purpose either, so he could only shrug subconsciously, "Who knows, since Old Zhao asked us to do this, he must have a reason. So let's not waste time and get to work."

On the other side of the factory, Tang Xiaoquan and A Cheng were also perplexedly busy. In front of them, the wooden pallets had already been dismantled into strips.

According to Wang Daguo's earlier introduction, these pallets were used in the factory to stack finished garments right after sewing.

Since "Zhongkun Textile" usually had a huge volume of export orders, if tens of thousands of clothes were sorted and placed before being boxed, it would be a huge expense in terms of manpower and resources for the factory.

So these simple wooden pallets took on the duty of stacking clothes before they were ironed and packed.

The entire preparation took about 20 minutes. By the time the three groups reconvened in one place, in front of them were two PVC white pipes about 2 meters long, 40 long wooden strips each about 50 centimeters wide, and a tin water storage tank used for ironing.

"OK!" Zhao Yunhai glanced over the materials on the ground, nodded subconsciously, and then took out the paper and pen he had prepared in advance, drawing while explaining his idea to everyone:

"Next, we need to do three things. First, divide this PVC white pipe in two and then fix it on the roof, so we have four drainage channels."

Before Old Zhao finished his first point, Wenquan Xin once again asked the previous question with confusion.

Zhao Yunhai's explanation was quite straightforward: "Hmm, I didn't expect it, Xiao Wen, you do think a lot, haha. I had considered your idea before. But you have to note that the roof of the main building is flat, while the ironing room is triangular. So the slope structure is more conducive to drainage. Besides, we don't know when it will rain or how strong the rain will be while collecting water this time. So 'speed' becomes very important. And a single drainage pipe on the main building is obviously not enough to meet this requirement."

"Oh!" With a dawning realization, Wenquan Xin finally understood why Old Zhao insisted on dismantling the pipe and cutting it in two.

Returning to the topic, after addressing the young man's confusion, Zhao Yunhai continued, "Second, according to the steps I drew, assemble these wooden boards into five-sided wooden boxes. I estimated that we can make three with the materials at hand. As for the purpose of these wooden boxes..."

While quickly sketching on a cardboard, Tang Xiaoquan instantly understood and softly remarked, "Uncle Zhao, you want to use them to make a Water Storage Tank?"

"Mm!" Nodding with a smile, Old Zhao, while appreciating the former's insight, habitually explained, "You all know, it's rare for it to rain, and relying solely on that tin piece wouldn't store much water at all. So, I thought of making these to solve the urgent need. However..."

Turning his gaze slightly troubled toward Lin Junfu beside him, Zhao Yunhai stroked his chin and frowned, "However, the fabric for storing water inside hasn't been found yet. I have looked around the factory, but there are mostly knitting fabrics here. These fabrics can absorb water but for storage... Hey, Old Lin, you've been in the factory the longest, do you have any way to solve this?"

Faced with Zhao Yunhai's dilemma, Lin Junfu could only respond with a helpless smile.

Indeed, he was the one who had stayed in the factory the longest among everyone, but that didn't mean he paid attention to the factory's fabric inventory.

Moreover, even if he did so, he might not know which fabric was suitable for water storage.

But surprisingly, just as Lin Junfu was about to speak the helpless words "no way."

A deep voice uttered ahead of him, "There is! The factory has that type of fabric."

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