Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

　　 "Uncle Yuan, I want to ask, if someone pays the printing house to print a batch of things, can the printing house take it?"

　　 Yuan Hai has never experienced this problem. He didn't know if it would work, so he hesitated for a long time.

　　 "There is no such an advance, I can't say."

"Uncle Yuan, let's be honest. I want to print a batch of products on New Year's Eve. The output is not large, about a hundred dollars or so. Can you see if it can work? If this batch is done, I have a lot more. Things will find you."

　　 Yuan Chuanzong pondered for a while: "It's true that there are not many things for a hundred dollars, but I can't be the master. When I go back and ask the director of the factory, how about giving you an answer next Sunday?"

　　 "No problem. Uncle Yuan, after I have asked about my affairs, I won't interrupt you to rest. I will go out with your family Yimin for a while."

　　While talking, Wan Feng dropped a box of Pegasus cigarettes and pulled Yuan Yimin out of the house.

　　 Yuan Yimin let out a long sigh of relief.

Wan Feng looked at Yuan Yimin contemptuously: "In the future, you must let your heart open to the bright spots. Don't always use a villain to treat a gentleman's belly. You should still thank me. If it weren't for me, you might still be at home. Well, I also want to go to Xiaoshutun to do errands."

　　 Wanfeng had just walked two steps, and the trousers under his feet suddenly tightened.

　　 I lowered my head one day and saw Yuan Yimin's little milk dog biting Wan Feng's trousers, staring in his eyes and making a low, slightly immature growl.

　　 This product must have taken revenge on Wan Feng's revenge when he held it high.

　　 Wanfeng lowered his head and copied it, brushing the floor above his head.

　　 The puppy immediately picked up its tail again, and his two small eyes looked around with a look of fear.

　　 "Do you still dare to threaten me?"

　　 The puppy hummed twice.

　　 Wanfeng put down the puppy, reached out and touched the dog's head twice, then placed it on the ground, then bid farewell to Yuan Yimin and rode down the mountain.

　　 reached the **** down and unexpectedly walked with a group of people to meet.

　　 These people are the people who inspected the field, they are the cadres of the Jiangwei brigade.

　　 The cadres went outside and rode away, leaving a few people from the team behind the Wahou.

　　 Zhang Hai saw Wanfeng riding a bicycle down, and quickly stopped Wanfeng.

　　 "Little chicken dick, come here."

　　 The paralyzed little **** became his name.

　　 Wanfeng came to the group of people with a black face.

　　 Zhang Hai looked at Wan Feng grinningly after seeing off the cadres of the brigade: "Little..."

　　 "I warn you, I will tell my little **** to be careful when I turn my face with you."

　　 Zhang Hai didn't take Wanfeng's threat seriously, and after a burst of laughter, he patted Wanfeng on the head.

　　 "The brigade supports us very much, saying that the tractors of the brigade can be on call. I hope we will take the lead in doing a good job of sideline business and become a model of the military brigade."

"and then?"

"Gone."

　　 is basically equal to spiritual support or standing on the side to watch the excitement.

　　 "Nephew, we have almost prepared the stone and wood materials for the factory building now, what do you think we need to do next?"

　　 "What about cement and bricks for building factories and brick kilns, can't they all be built with stones?"

　　 "Tomorrow I will let the tractors of the brigade go to the Lifang Commune to pull bricks and then pull the cement back, and start construction as soon as these things arrive."

　　 Zhang Hai does have a vigorous and resolute style.

　　 "The rainy field in the first two days was like a sauce tank. This field has to be tamped, and the rainy season will be in another month or so. Before the rainy season comes, this field has to be pressed out with stone rollers."

　　 "But light pressure won't work, and the rain will still wash away." Zhang Hai asked worriedly.

　　 "After you flatten the sand and lift the sand up, the problem of lifting a layer of sand is solved. There is also this road problem, which road do you plan to build?

　　 Because the site is located inside the ditch, at the junction of the east and west mountain beams, there are two roads.

　　 One road is the road leading to the ditch in front of the Xiliang family in the ditch, which is the road under the feet of Wanfeng and the others, and the other is the field road on the opposite side of Dongliang.

　　 "I'm going to use the road in Dongliang. Few houses in Dongliang are cleaner. Besides, many roads in Dongliang are on the hillside. The gravel layer underneath is stronger than the road in Xiliang."

　　 This is Dongliang's advantage.

　　 "Also, Liang Wan didn't know if I told you. I contacted the people at Gushan Machinery Factory about mold design and production. Someday you will see Kung Fu and meet with them and negotiate."

　　 "Liang Wan said it, but this is not in a hurry for the time being, wait a few days to talk about it."

　　 Wanfeng nodded and drove to Xiaoshutun.

　　 Many children have gathered outside Xu Bin's house, carrying bags and baskets, naturally filled with glass.

　　 These things that come and go are all used Xu Bin’s old-fashioned scales. The scales that are not yet kilograms can weigh up to 20 jins.

　　 If a large portion comes, Wan Feng will borrow the platform scale from the supply and marketing agency.

　　 After saying that he would collect books, return books and then rent books, Wan Feng and Xu Bin were busy like bees.

　　 "Brother! This book is missing two pages, and one page is inked." Wan Feng was recording, and Xu Bin's voice suddenly came from around him.

　　 There is such a thing!

　　 Wanfeng turned to look.

　　 Xu Bin opened the book and held it in front of Wan Feng, and then turned to another place.

　　 "These are the two places, and the last page is painted with ink."

　　 The last page has become dark, Wan Feng took a closer look and found that it was not the ink that seemed to be the bottom ash of the pot~www.ltnovel.com~ The last page was smeared and the book became invalid.

　　 "Who sent it back?" Wan Feng asked with a frown. He has rented a book for two months. This is the first time such a thing has happened.

　　 "Zhang Fugui, he is in the fourth grade, we are in the same class." Xu Bin pointed to a child in front of him and said.

　　 The child named Zhang Fugui lowered his head and was kind of conscientious.

　　 "Zhang Fugui, your book doesn't seem to be broken unintentionally, it seems to have been deliberately broken, give me an explanation." Wan Feng said lightly.

　　 Zhang Fugui's body twisted slightly and raised his head to say nothing but said nothing.

　　 His expression is very unnatural, and there are expressions of humiliation, helplessness, etc. mixed together on his face.

　　 A fourth-grade kid shouldn’t have such a complicated expression. Isn’t he broken this book?

　　 "You didn't make it?"

　　 Zhang Fugui hesitated and said, "I did it."

　　 "You know that you have to pay for the damage to the book. The price of this book is nine cents. Do you have the money to compensate?"

　　 Zhang Fugui shook his head.

　　 "No money? What do you say?"

　　 Zhang Fugui whispered: "I can save the broken glass, and then I can pay a few dollars?"

　　 Wanfeng nodded: "Yes, then you have to send 30 catties of broken glass. How long are you going to send it?"

　　 "Can it be delivered in a week?"

　　 "Okay, Zhang Fugui! I'll ask you again, are you sure you broke this book yourself?"

　　 Zhang Fugui hesitated again, and finally nodded.

　　 "Then I won't rent the book to you again until you have lost this little book, do you understand?"

　　 Zhang Fugui nodded.

　　 "Go ahead."

　　 Zhang Fugui turned around and went away bored.