Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

The conversation between Zhang Hai and Xue Jianguo was held at the team headquarters of Wahou Squad. Although both sides were smiling, the result of the conversation was not optimistic.

"Captain Xue, there are still about two months between now and the first freeze. I think you should speed up the progress of the project, otherwise it will be too late for the factory to open next spring."

"Captain Zhang, building a house is different from other things. It is carried out according to the needs of a century-old plan. How can it be durable and permanent without careful grinding? There is no rush for this."

Dozens of people dug a foundation and dug for 20 days. It was really enough to keep improving, and it even caught up with the old lady's embroidery.

"Captain Xue, our Wahou Industry plan is to open in March next year, and it should not be later than mid-March. The building can be postponed, but the factory building must be completed in March. I want to know if you can hand over the work by then?"

"Captain Zhang, there is an old saying in our countryside that good food is not afraid of being late, and the opening of the industry in Wahou doesn't matter overnight. We can avoid unnecessary safety accidents when the factory is repaired. This is the main thing. Compared with your industry, starting work one day earlier and starting work one day later are second to none.”

Zhang Hai doesn't like to hear these words. Our industry hasn't opened yet, so you want us to have a safety accident? Besides, it is secondary to start work one day earlier and start work one day later?

"Captain Xue, I just want to know if the factory can be delivered by March tomorrow at least no later than mid-March?"

"Let's try our best and try our best to deliver it at the time you want." Xue Jianguo laughed.

They are paid for every day they work in the commune. Why should they work fast? If you work fast and do more without earning more money, only fools will work hard.

Zhang Hai took a deep breath and didn't say anything else. He felt that he really had to go to the commune.

When Zhang Hai and Xue Jianguo were talking, it was the end of the second period of the school, and Wan Feng lay on the table and tilted his head to look at Chen Wenxin.

Chen Wenxin blushed a little: "What are you looking at me?"

"I remember how to punish you."

Chen Wen's heart trembled, she thought this guy had forgotten.

"What do you want to do?"

"Measure your waist with the crook of my arm."

Chen Wenxin looked confused: "What do you mean?"

"It can only be understood but cannot be expressed in words, and you will know when the time comes."

A bad premonition arose in Chen Wenxin's heart, so she decided to change the subject.

"Your aunt's house is really well built. When can my family build a big house like your aunt's?"

"Soon, your family will have a big house to live in at most two years."

Chen Wenxin rejoiced: "Really?"

"Of course it's fake."

Chen Wenxin was immediately discouraged, and her small face drooped down.

The woman's face was true during the dog days, Wan Feng considered whether to comfort Chen Wenxin's young heart.

The bell for class rang, and Wan Feng stood up and walked out of the classroom. This was a physical education class, and everyone went to the playground outside to report their numbers.

After finishing the counting, Li Yi, the physical education teacher, said that he had something to do and asked everyone to move freely in this class.

Then I don't know where it disappeared.

The whole class began to herd the sheep.

The girls throw sandbags, the boys bump into the crutches, and the electric shocks.

Wan Feng did not participate in these activities. He sat on a stone by the side of the square and watched the ants move.

He wondered if Zhang Hai had gone to Xue Jianguo.

Jiang Jun smiled and came over with several boys, including Brother Tan Chun.

"Wantouer, the winter vacation is going to be in two months. Girls can go to embroider. What should we do? Is there any profitable business for the students to do, and earn money for Chinese New Year firecrackers." Jiang Jun expressed his thoughts.

His thoughts were echoed by the boys around him.

Wan Feng once promised that the girls in the class could go to Luan Feng's place to work and earn some pocket money during their holidays.

Jiang Jun is addicted to making money, but boys are obviously not suitable for embroidery and hemming work.

"Are you addicted to making money?"

Jiang Jun made a lot of money selling popsicles in the summer, and he seemed to have become a big money in the class, which aroused the envy of many boys in the class.

"Who doesn't get addicted to earning money? We're doing our best in an open and honest way. I don't feel embarrassed about not stealing or robbing. Self-reliance is also a good virtue."

Unexpectedly, this guy's political awareness has improved, and he can even speak philosophy.

"You also have this idea?" Wan Feng asked the boys around him.

Everyone nodded.

"We want to take advantage of the winter vacation to earn some money for firecrackers, clothes, and even tuition money for the New Year, which can be regarded as reducing the burden on the family." No matter how it came out of Tan Sheng's mouth, it didn't sound like it was true.

"Then find anyone else who wants to join this team."

Jiang Jun and Tan Sheng got up and ran to the basketball court to shout for a while, then five or six people came over, and the rest continued to fight in the square.

Apparently the dozen or so people were not prepared to support themselves.

"Do you really want to make some money during your winter vacation?"

Everyone nodded.

"Can you suffer from the cold wind blowing on your face?"

"Yes!" Everyone said in unison.

They are all rural children who are not so delicate, being blown by the cold wind is nothing, and no one is afraid of the cold when playing snowball fights outside in winter.

"Do you have the capital to do business? Except for Jiang Jun, I know you have, Tan Chun wonders if you still have it now, do you have the rest?"

"How much capital do you need?" An Bo asked.

"It's about six or seven yuan. I'm not sure how much I need now. It's probably just this amount."

"How much money does that make?"

"It's probably six or seven yuan. You can buy firecrackers with this money for the New Year, right?"

"It's definitely enough to buy firecrackers, but it seems to be a little less if I buy other things. Can I make more money?"

"That depends on how well you sell. If you can sell a winter vacation, it is not a problem to earn 20 yuan in half a month and 20 days if you don't need a winter vacation."

"Wow! You can earn so much!"

"But we can't get the capital of six or seven yuan, and my mother will definitely not give me that much." A boy said weakly.

Sixty or seven yuan is really not a small amount for rural families during the Chinese New Year. Whoever does not buy some New Year's goods for the New Year.

Wan Feng sighed and shook his head: "Forget it, I'll pay the capital for you, and then return it to me after you sell the capital, Jiang Jun! Write down all the students who want to make some money during the winter vacation, and add Xu Bin, That's all."

Jiang Jun quickly ran back to the class and took only a pen and wrote down his life.

"Wan Touer, what do you want us to sell then?"

"I can't tell you this now, keep it a secret! Anyway, as long as you can make money at that time, as soon as you enter the Layue Gate, you can go to my house in Wahou to pick up the goods."

Of course I can't tell them now, it wouldn't be fun without a sense of mystery.

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