Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

"You don't have enough manpower to control Zhang Hai. Tomorrow, it will be enough for Zhang Hai to transfer a few people who press the concrete. The focus now is on making tiles rather than firing bricks."

"Is there not enough space for manpower?"

"It may take too long to build a house, but it is much faster to build a shed. It is enough to build a shed for the health of the tiles and pour out the half of the factory to dry. Are your heads rusted? How can you kill gourds? "

Speaking of this, Wan Feng yawned and his eyelids became heavy.

Dealing with these simple farmers in the 1980s is really exhausting.

The horse-drawn carts take the village road in Cuitun directly from the ditch, which can save several miles, but tractors can't go on this road.

There are both streams and steep hills on that mountain road, and the road is narrow. If the tractor can't press the eye of the road, it may get stuck if it deviates from the road.

And the tractor would jump when climbing those two steep slopes, so the tractor had to detour to Xiaoshutun and take the main road to pull goods.

Wan Feng was waiting for Yang Hong's tractor on the side of the road bordering Waqian and Wahou teams, and loaded the fish onto the truck when the tractor arrived.

The tractor arrived at the county seat in 40 minutes.

As soon as he arrived at the entrance of the county hospital, Wanfeng saw Xia Qiulong sitting under the tree where he used to sell melons, apparently waiting for him.

Xia Qiulong helped Wan Feng unload the fish basket from the car, and told Wan Feng impatiently: "The thing you asked my dad to do is done, and my dad asked me to tell you."

Naturally, it is a matter of cloth.

This is great news for Wan Feng.

"Tell our dad to invite the main leaders of their factory out for a meal at noon."

"Dad said, you don't need to invite food for the time being. When the fish is sold out, let you go to the factory to see the goods. It won't be too late to eat when everything is officially finished."

This is better.

The people of Hongya have accumulated too much hatred for fish, as long as adults see fish, they will look like they are eager to eat and then quickly.

Wan Feng catered to their mentality very well, and prepared objects for them to vent their hatred.

Silver carp, carp, and small miscellaneous fish cost eight cents.

Today's price is slightly higher than yesterday's.

But even this did not stop the people of Hongya from their deep hatred for fish. Around 9:30, there were only two baskets left of the 200-jin fish that Wan Feng brought, and Xia Qiulong only left a silver carp weighing more than 5 jin. .

Selling more than two hundred catties of fish brought Wan Feng a profit of more than ten yuan, which was nearly half of the profit compared to selling melons with a horse-drawn cart.

But it’s better to talk than nothing, or to be idle.

If Xia Qiulong knew that ten yuan a morning was too little for Wan Feng, he would probably whip him with a big mouth.

It happened that Yang Hong's tractor also came back. Wan Feng threw the empty basket into the truck body and let the tractor take it back. He and Xia Qiulong came to Hongya County Textile Printing and Dyeing Factory with ease.

As a former member of the factory, Xia Qiulong led Wan Feng into the factory smoothly.

As soon as he entered the factory, Xia Qiulong immediately held his head high, and even walked out like a model.

This made Wan Feng very angry. Wouldn't it be good to walk properly?

"Brother, when I had legs, I walked like you now."

Xia Qiulong didn't understand what Wan Feng meant, and looked puzzled at Wan Feng's two good legs.

"Your way of walking is very unbeatable, aren't you afraid that the people in this factory will cut you?"

"Cut! Brother, don't brag, who would dare to provoke brother in this three-acre land?"

Otherwise, don't brag when you don't have to, it's easy to sprain your feet.

Eighty percent of the member groups CD in the textile printing and dyeing factory are women of all ages, from young girls of seventeen or eighteen to mature women in their thirties and forties to aunts in their fifties.

If women gather together, it is simply a man's misfortune. A woman is shy and weak,

But a group of women is no different from bandits, they will watch you and comment on you unscrupulously.

If you don't make it right, you will pick up your pants.

Wan Feng had a deep understanding of this in his previous life. If there are one or two aggressive masters in a group of women, this kind of thing will happen in all likelihood.

Therefore, when a group of laughing women appeared in front of him, Wan Feng immediately felt his chrysanthemum tighten, and was deeply worried about Xia Qiulong.

It didn't take more than a minute for Xia Qiulong to finish his bullshit, when a group of middle-aged mature women blocked Xia Qiulong's way.

"Oh! Isn't this Xia Dangiao? I'm afraid this guy hasn't come back to the factory for several years. How can he be willing to come back today?"

You hear how poetic the first sentence is, and you directly air Xia Qiulong's characteristics on the street.

"Xia Daliao, who did you get? Your son?"

"Big one, when did you have such a big son?"

Wan Feng is so angry, if you are paralyzed, don't take me by the way, okay? As soon as he entered the factory, he was a generation younger, and he was shot while lying down.

Xia Qiulong stepped forward: "This is my brother, my real brother, don't talk nonsense."

"You still have brothers? No, your mother was your only son back then?"

"Your brother doesn't look like you, does he? Are you sure he was born to your mother?"

Look at the trouble, Xia Qiulong might as well not explain it, even his mother can't be cleansed by this explanation.

No wonder Xia Qiulong doesn't like to stay in this factory, it's really hard to meet these unreasonable women.

"Aunts and aunts, I have something else to do, let's stop making trouble, shall we?"

Wan Feng faintly had a bad premonition that these words might cause trouble.

really…

"What? You bastard actually called us auntie?"

"Oh! I haven't seen you for a few years. Boy, you have lost your temper. Don't you forget that you once pursued my old lady back then."

"That's right, you still pursued me, you forgot that you asked me to go to the movies, you heartless guy, now we have become aunts and aunts?"

Xia Qiulong dragged Wan Feng out of the siege and fled.

"Brother, I finally understand why you don't like to stay in this factory. You must have abandoned too many resentful girls back then, and you were afraid that people would settle accounts with you."

"Go ahead, nonsense, your elder brother, although I like to fight or something, I have no idea about women. Although people call us hooligans, we are not really hooligans."

Who knows if it's really a hooligan, I haven't seen it.

Xia Qiulong led Wan Feng to the technical department, and his father was in charge of this department, wearing his eyes and holding a newspaper to pretend to be bureaucratic.

Seeing his son and Wan Feng coming, Lao Xia checked the time.

"You guys wait here for a while, I'll go say hello and find the custodian."

Lao Xia came back a few minutes later: "Come on, let's go to the warehouse first."

The warehouse where the defective products are placed is in a corner of the factory. It is a large brick and tile warehouse with four big white characters on the wall that prohibit fireworks.

This place should be inaccessible, the ground in front of the warehouse door is full of green grass, and the locks on the door are all rusty, it may take a long time to open it once.

Wearing glasses, the custodian took out a large bunch of keys, and after searching for a long time, he found one and inserted it into the lock. It took a long time to twist the lock.