Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

Zhang Hai wore a coir raincoat and patrolled the field where the water billets were piled up.

In the past two days, the brick factory has probably cut more than 20,000 pieces of water blanks. Although these water blanks are tightly covered with straw curtains, there are still leaks.

"Oh! This grass curtain can't completely block the rain, and there is still rain seeping in. What should I do?" Zhang Hai said distressedly after returning from his inspection.

It can be without a little loss. Isn't it a dream to think about a little loss?

Wan Feng didn't care about Zhang Hai's unflattering appearance, but came to the drying room of the cement tile factory, where more than one hundred pieces of cement tiles were dried.

Among them, more than ten pieces are cement tiles that have come out of the mold, that is, finished tiles, which are the tiles that made Wan Feng's uncle howling a Siberian wolf two hours ago.

If these finished tiles out of the mold are sold, they must go through a maintenance period of nearly one month.

Wan Feng gently picked up a tile and observed it carefully.

In order to increase the friction and grip between the tile surface and the roof, these tiles are yin and yang tiles, that is, tiles with a smooth front and a rough back.

Wan Feng stretched out his hand and stroked the front of the tile lightly. The front of the tile was smooth and slender, giving people a comfortable feeling.

Wan Feng focused on checking the tile hanging strips and tile hanging grooves. These two things are inconspicuous things on a tile, but they are an important part of the tile. A tile without these two components cannot hang on the roof. waste tile.

The tile strips and tile grooves of the tile in Wan Feng's hand are very standard. It seems that the molds made by Xiao Dexiang are completely qualified and there is no problem at all.

Wan Feng checked a few more tiles and nodded with satisfaction.

But these tiles are still only experimental products, not finalized products.

"More experiments should be done on cement tiles, and the ratio of cement and sand should be adjusted more, and try to take the most reasonable ratio." Wan Feng put forward his own request.

"Don't worry, these tiles are all for experiments. We have recorded the ratio of each experiment, and finally will select the most suitable ratio to finalize the shape." Zhang Hai who came back explained.

The weight of a cement flat tile is about ten catties. Wan Feng roughly calculated the cost of a tile, and the cost of a tile including various expenses and losses is about five cents.

At that time, the small blue tiles on the market cost only five cents a piece, but the area was much smaller than that of cement tiles.

A square of cement flat tiles costs nine yuan, while a square of small blue tiles requires about fifteen pieces. The cost of a square of small blue tiles is seventy-five cents.

If the seventy-five cents is exchanged for nine cement tiles, then each cement tile is worth eight cents and three cents a piece.

Then the cement tile is priced at eight cents a piece.

After excluding the cost of a tile, there is still a profit of one-third. Although this profit is not considerable, it is just enough.

As for the specification of cement bricks is 240X110X53, its cost can be combined to about two and a half cents per piece, and it should be no problem to price four to five cents.

Compared with cement tiles, cement bricks have much less loss than cement tiles because of their simple production.

The rain came and went quickly, and when Wan Feng was about to go home, the sky was sunny outside.

Zhu Ping walked boldly in front with bare feet, turning his head from time to time to urge Wan Feng to go fast.

"What are you in a hurry for? It's still early before dark."

"The front team plays a movie tonight."

"You don't need to be in such a hurry even if you are acting in a movie. It's not even five o'clock yet."

"Aren't I hungry!"

"No prospect!" Wan Feng made no secret of his contempt for his uncle.

There are really not many movies this summer. It seems that there has not been a movie released in the past month or so.

After dinner, Wan Feng was not in a hurry to go to Waqian. Even if it was still dark, he would not be able to perform, and besides, he had no intention of going to see it.

If Cong Xicheng and the blacksmith hadn't been around him like two flies for a long time, maybe he wouldn't have gone.

The team headquarters of the Waqian team is on the side of the dirt road leading to Xiaoshutun, and a white screen has been pulled up in an empty field.

The heavy rain in the afternoon only caused a little mud because it fell for too short a time.

It is natural that his three older sisters would be indispensable in dispatching from Xicheng, while the blacksmith followed Zhu Ping, who made Zhu Ping his future brother-in-law.

About 200 meters away from the destination, the movie screen suddenly changed color, and at the same time there was the sound of a horn.

"It's on, run." The blacksmith yelled, and his future brother-in-law Zhu Ping quickened his pace.

Cong Xicheng and his guards also flew away like a stabbed hornet's nest, and Wan Feng was left behind in a blink of an eye.

Wan Feng came to the movie screening in a leisurely manner. Instead of entering the crowd, he leaned against a stone wall and stared boredly at the black and white figures on the screen.

The movie is about a very old movie: Landmine Warfare, and it is currently being played to the stage where three female militiamen are hanging minecraft devils in a ravine.

Jiang Jun sneaked up to Wan Feng like a mine from somewhere, and took out two mines from his pocket... oh, two tomatoes and a melon.

Wan Feng stared at Jiang Jun when he saw these two things: "Bastard! Where did it come from? If you tell me that it was born in your home, I will kick you into that cesspit."

If Jiang Jun only took out tomatoes, Wanfeng guaranteed that there would be no such question, because everyone grows these things in their gardens. But cantaloupe is different, Wan Feng has never seen it planted in anyone's garden.

"It's from the old Liangtou field on the top of the mountain." Jiang Jun answered honestly.

The top of the mountain that Jiang Jun mentioned was the mountain ridge between the Waqian and Wahou teams. Old Liangtou Wanfeng also remembered that the old man lived on the top of the mountain. Every summer he would grow tomatoes, melons, Watermelon or something, and then one person carried it to the market for sale.

"Didn't you tell me that you won't steal anything in the future? Don't say that it was given to you by Old Liangtou."

Jiang Jun scratched his head: "Stealing this is not considered stealing. Whoever sees melon jujube bites?"

Wan Feng flew up and kicked Jiang Jun on the body: "You are not allowed to steal melons and jujubes!"

"I promise I won't steal it in the future, and I won't reach out for melon jujube."

"Take this thing away, I won't eat anything stolen."

"Don't! You keep it. I see that your wife is looking for you everywhere. If you don't eat her, she promises not to refuse."

Wan Feng kicked him again: "I'm so paralyzed that you spread rumors, where did I get my daughter-in-law?"

Before the words fell, a surprised voice came over: "So you are here."

Wan Feng immediately lost his energy like an eggplant beaten by frost, and this damn bitch appeared at this time.

Jiang Jun chuckled, gave Wan Feng an expression I understood, turned and disappeared into the crowd.

Luan Feng came to Wan Feng's side with a fragrant fragrance. Her eyes must belong to cats. She was so blind that she could see the tomatoes and melons in Wan Feng's hands at a glance. She didn't treat herself as an outsider at all. Start clicking.