Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life Chapter 177: Assembly Line

Lin Yu instantly understood what Lin Yu ant.

Without the slightest hesitation, he imdiately gathered the five core mbers together.

"Everyone, our speed is still not fast enough."

As these words fell, the faint pride that had just ignited in Old Wang and the others' hearts tightened once more.

Chief Engineer Su Ming ignored their astonishnt. Instead, he walked over to the mountain-like pile of formation plates and began his earth-shattering "modular decomposition."

"All formation plates are to be divided into three major categories based on function!" His voice was steady and clear, carrying a power that seed to calm the mind.

"Sharp tal Formations, Rock-Splitting Formations, and the like, are categorized as the 'Attack Module,' to be handled by you, Old Li!"

"Kun Yuan Shield Formations, Unmoving Rock Formations, and the like, are categorized as the 'Defense Module.' Zhang Asheng, this is yours!"

"Quiet Heart Formations, Swift Travel Formations, and the like, are categorized as the 'Support Module.' Zhao Tiezhu, Qian Xiaofan, you two will collaborate on this!"

"Old Wang!" Su Ming's gaze finally settled on Old Wang. "You are no longer just quality inspection. You are the 'Chief Dispatcher' and 'Quality Control Director'! You are responsible for the precise allocation of all materials and the flow records of all semi-finished products!"

He forcibly dismantled the five hundred formation plates into three massive "project groups." But this was rely the beginning.

"Just the five of us is not enough." Su Ming turned and once again took out the Mystic Iron token representing Elder Ma's authority from his robes. "I need more manpower."

Half an hour later, twenty nial disciples from the External Affairs Hall—the most honest, most hardworking, yet perennially marginalized due to poor aptitude—stood anxiously at the gate of Bing Character Seven Courtyard.

They stared in horror at the small mountain of formation plates inside the courtyard, thinking they had been called to be scapegoats.

However, Su Ming's next words were sothing they would rember for the rest of their lives.

"From now on, each of you only needs to learn one single action."

Su Ming picked up a disassembled component and walked up to one of the nial disciples.

"Your task is to take this soft cloth soaked in Dust-Clearing Liquid and wipe this component three tis, from left to right. Rember, it must be exactly three tis, and only from left to right."

He then walked to another person and handed him the thickest rune brush.

"Your task is to retrace this most basic auxiliary line of the 'Guide' character rune with a fresh layer of spiritual ink. You don't need to infuse spiritual energy, just trace it evenly."

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Twenty people, twenty of the simplest, most chanical, even downright monotonous steps.

This was the "assembly line" that Lin Yu had spoken of, powerful enough to overturn this world's mode of production!

But a new problem arose imdiately. Tracing runes, even just the simplest auxiliary lines, required a certain foundational skill. A single tremor of the hand could render it scrap.

"Master, their hands are unsteady." Su Ming imdiately identified the problem.

"Heh, I anticipated that long ago," Lin Yu laughed. "Disciple, do you rember the ink line and mortise-and-tenon joints used by mortal carpenters? Co, let this teacher teach you how to design a few 'universal fixtures'."

Under Lin Yu's guidance, Chief Engineer Su Ming soon designed several adjustable rune-engraving bases using a few pieces of extrely hard ironwood.

These bases were unremarkable in appearance, yet incorporated various slots, limit gauges, and auxiliary guide rails based on the simplest physical principles. An inexperienced nial disciple only needed to firmly fit the component into the base and then slide the rune brush along the guide rail to trace a standard rune with minimal error.

These crude "universal fixtures," like a stroke of genius, instantly bridged the widest skill gap between operators!

Night fell once more.

Yet, Bing Character Seven Courtyard was as bright as day.

Dozens of repaired illumination formation plates were hung high, illuminating the entire courtyard in stark detail.

A scene that would make any formation master's scalp tingle with shock was unfolding here.

Twenty-five people worked silently and intently at their respective stations.

The courtyard was bustling with people, yet busy without chaos, eerily quiet. Not a single word of conversation, not a single clamor, only the rhythmic "clicks" of tools eting components, the "swishing" sound of rune brushes gliding over formation plates, and the sound of Old Wang, as the "Quality Control Director," writing furiously in the record book.

The air was filled with the grassy fragrance of Dust-Clearing Liquid, the llow scent of spiritual ink, and the faintly heated sll of tal components being polished, creating a unique atmosphere belonging solely to "creation."

Each person was like a precise gear, pushed by an invisible hand, shing into this terrifying machine nad "efficiency," operating at high speed.

Beside the "Data Wall" on the wall, a new wooden board was hung, displaying today's Work Log.

The numbers on it were no longer increasing slowly, but were leaping frantically at an alarming rate.

[Chen Hour (7-9 AM), 120th item repair completed.]

[Si Hour (9-11 AM), 175th item repair completed.]

[Wu Hour (11 AM-1 PM), 250th item repair completed!]

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Old Wang held a verification checklist in one hand and a charcoal pencil in the other, his wrist moving so fast it almost left an afterimage. Behind him, in a wooden box, the white pebbles representing qualified products had already piled up high.

The qualification rate remained that heart-stopping—one hundred percent!

Su Ming stood in the center of the courtyard like a general strategizing from his tent. He no longer repaired items himself, but constantly patrolled between the three "production lines," solving various minor problems that arose in the process.

When his gaze swept over the "Defense Module" production line, that familiar, extrely subtle feeling of spiritual energy stagnation once again emanated from a batch of semi-finished "Kun Yuan Shield Formations."

He picked up one of the core modules without changing his expression and probed it carefully with his divine sense.

This ti, he finally pinpointed the source of that anomaly.

Deep within a node where the "Kun" character rune and the "Solidify" character rune intersected, there existed an incredibly tiny distortion in a spiritual energy circuit finer than a hundredth of a hair's breadth.

"Master, I found it," Su Ming's heart sank.

"Well done!" Lin Yu's tone also turned grave. "This flaw is usually invisible. But under intense spiritual energy activation, this distortion point will beco a bottleneck. At best, it will cause the formation to fail. At worst... it will trigger a chain reaction of spiritual energy collapse!"

A layer of cold sweat instantly broke out on Su Ming's back.

On the field of the Minor Heavenly Cycle Martial Display, if a defensive formation plate suddenly collapsed...

He dared not think further.

This was a sche more insidious and more malicious than Sun Quan's trap!

Because this bla would ultimately land perfectly on the head of their "Formation Lines Repair Hall"!

At that very mont, a cold voice, devoid of any warning, rang out from outside the courtyard gate, like a frigid winter wind instantly scattering all the fiery enthusiasm within the courtyard.

"It seems your progress is... much faster than I imagined."