Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

After Wan Feng let the two guys into the house, he walked towards the brick and tile factory.

The matter of cooperation with Qianyao Brick Factory should be discussed with Zhang Hai, which is a big deal.

How do you say that Zhang Hai is now the leader of the Wahou team, and his official position is equivalent to the chairman of a group.

If you don't say it clearly, there will be contradictions.

Zhang Hai, a money fanatic, will probably object again, and he feels very distressed when his money is taken away by others.

Wan Feng's guess was correct. When Wan Feng finished the story, especially after receiving the tiles from the former kiln, Zhang Hai really looked heartbroken.

Seeing Zhang Hai's distressed expression, Wan Feng boldly predicted that even if he knew who stole his wife, he would not be so distraught.

But then when he heard that they still had a profit of 2 cents per tile, his grief that Wan Feng thought would be remembered for 10,000 years was miraculously healed within a second.

Zhang Hai scratched his head: "Is it possible to do business like this? We didn't make a single tile and got a profit of two cents? What kind of thing is this?"

In the folks, this kind of behavior is called skinning, which means that a layer of profit is stripped off after the goods pass through.

N years later, it is not surprising that this kind of thing is all over the street, but now Zhang Hai has never experienced natural confusion.

Zhang Hai thought for a long time and suddenly asked Wan Feng a question: "If we have dozens of deals like this, can we just lie down and make money?"

Wan Feng quickly grabbed his arm and shook it: "Wake up! Wake up! It's dawn, stop dreaming, it's time to get up."

Such things were rare in the 1980s, so there are so many good things.

The red bricks from the second kiln of the brick and tile factory have been sold out, and the place that was almost emptied has been filled to the brim again.

Zhang Hai introduced the output of the red bricks from the second kiln.

The quality of the red bricks out of the kiln this time has improved slightly compared to the bricks from the first kiln, mainly because the loss and inferior products have been slightly reduced, and the number of bastards has decreased by about 500 yuan.

It can be regarded as an improvement, although it is better than nothing.

The person who installed the kiln was installing the kiln, and six or seven outsiders were working on expanding the kiln, who seemed to be members of the Waqian team.

Zhang Hai finally started to invite outsiders, no longer adhering to the principle that money cannot be earned by outsiders, this is a kind of progress, a conceptual progress.

Zhang Hai's plan is to expand the original six-hole brick kiln to twelve holes, and construction is currently underway.

Once the expansion is completed, the number of bricks in a kiln will double from 60,000 to 120,000, and the annual output will exceed one million, which can almost meet the market demand.

A large shed has been built on the tile-making side, and the sheds are full of cement tiles in the curing period, and those tiles that have reached the curing period are continuously pulled out of the brick and tile factory.

All the molds made by Xiao Dexiang have been delivered, but because the workshop has not been expanded, the last batch of molds has been piled up under the eaves and has not yet played a role.

The people behind the mountain were responsible for the expansion of the workshop, and Wan Feng had a vague impression of them.

Wan Feng stayed in the brick and tile factory for a while, and found that he was the only redundant person here. Everyone else was in full swing, and he was the only one who was enjoying himself.

Leisurely like a northern wolf.

Instead of looking out of place here, it's better to disappear quickly.

He wobbled back to Luan Feng's house, he wanted to see if Jiang Min had adapted to the more than an hour.

How can I say that they are all girls who grew up in the city, and they may not be used to life in the countryside.

Wan Feng was very worried that the timid Jiang Min would go home crying and arguing, that would be a snotty nose.

Luan Feng is negotiating business with some youths from outside the team, some of them are sewing patches and some are fixing clothes.

And Jiang Min has already started to work, the sewing machine she brought is placed side by side with Luan Feng's sewing machine.

She is selecting cloth for cutting.

The cloth Wan Feng bought had to be screened when it was used. Although they were all defective, there was still a considerable percentage of a piece of cloth that was faultless.

For example, dyed off-print cloth has off-print parts but also non-off-print parts.

Those cloths that are not out of print are good cloths, and they can be selected and used separately to maximize the benefits.

There are also those damaged cloths, and there are also damaged places and undamaged places.

Screen out the damaged ones for other uses, and those that are not damaged are qualified cloth.

It was only then that Wan Feng discovered that Jiang Min's hands and feet were very nimble. She quickly cut a piece of cloth to the size she needed, and then cut out a pair of pants in a very short time.

The use of cloth is very reasonable, and there is almost no extra waste.

This careless Luan Feng is not as good as her.

"Hey! Come here!"

As soon as he thought of Luan Feng, Luan Feng waved at him.

This is really a tacit understanding.

Luan Feng took a cloth bundle.

Wan Feng had a bad premonition: "I still have something to do, and I have to do it."

"Nothing is allowed." Luan Feng stared.

"Oh my stomach hurts, I'm going to number one."

"Don't go!"

A few girls who didn't know which team they were from looked at Wan Feng and smiled.

This bitch should be spanked, she must be spanked if she doesn't save a man's face in front of others.

Tonight or tomorrow night?

Think about it again, Jiang Min is living at her house now, and probably won't even have time for dating in the future.

Wan Feng was not happy: "You are an ism."

"I don't care about Sith or Nance, send me these things to my master, and let her help make them."

It turned out that it was a serious matter to give something to her master, so Wan Feng gave up his resistance.

"what?"

"We really can't make the ten pairs of trousers that have been cut. Let the master do it for you. This is manual money." At the same time, he handed over two yuan to Wan Feng.

Wan Feng rode to Gushan and called Yan Shufang out at the gate of Gushan Supply and Marketing Cooperative.

"Aunt Yan, these are the pants your apprentice asked you to help make. They are all cut and there are ten pairs in total. This is the processing fee."

"Ah, so much work?" Yan Shufang was a little surprised.

Wan Feng handed over the burden and money to Yan Shufang.

"These are not made by individuals, but processed finished products, which are to be sold on the street."

Yan Shufang blinked: "Is this possible, no one caught?"

"You have to be careful to sell this one yourself. Your apprentice said that it can be done in two days, Aunt Yan, then I will go back."

After speaking, he was ready to turn and leave.

"Xiao Wan, wait a minute, do you have anything to do this afternoon?"

Wan Feng shook his head: "It's nothing."

"Then you wait here, our team happens to have nothing to do today, I asked the people in the team to help, and it will take about an hour." Wan Feng blinked: "Didn't all the money be earned by others? Well, this is specially reserved for you by your apprentice so that you can earn money." "Everyone is a colleague, and the relationship is good. Whoever earns money is not earning money. When Feng'er was here, he had a good relationship with everyone, so it's not fast. Is it?" It's okay to be brave, so the speed will be greatly increased. Since he had to wait a while, Wan Feng turned to Xiao Jun's bookstall. It was around two o'clock in the afternoon. There were about a dozen children in a circle behind Xiao Jun's bookstall. Each of them held a small book in their hands and looked down at it with gusto. 7