The site of this factory was chosen very poorly, as there are several cemeteries behind it.

As the old saying goes, it is better to be hugged by ghosts than to be stared at by ghosts. It would be strange if it could get better with being stared at by several graves behind it every day.

And the orientation of the house is also a problem, giving people the illusion that it shouldn't be here.

To put it in a curse word, this building appears here and gives you the feeling of a piece of meat outside an egg.

He believes very much in first impressions. If he feels uncomfortable at first glance, nothing he does will go smoothly.

"It's not possible here." Wan Feng rejected this place decisively.

"So this is that school?"

"I don't know who owns the school? Who should I contact to rent or buy it?"

"Of course it's under the camp's jurisdiction. I'll go ask Liu Ying. Her father is a cadre in the camp."

Wang Yuan went there in a hurry.

Zhang Xuan is really an extraordinary woman. She has a very sharp vision and the people she chooses are incredibly capable.

Wan Feng hardly had to do anything. Wang Yuan worked as hard as a tiger and rented the house in no time.

Of course, in addition to her ability, it is also related to the fact that Liu Ying is her classmate.

Liu Ying also worked in a garment factory and was now in a very difficult situation at home. When she heard Wang Yuan say that Zhang Xuan was going to open a factory in the battalion headquarters, she almost went crazy with joy.

Her father is the deputy battalion commander in charge of industry in the three-point field. Even in an abandoned dilapidated house, his words still have an impact.

The rent is surprisingly cheap. The agreement is that the self-renovation and self-living branch does not bear any repair costs. The rent is 500 yuan per year, and the branch has the right to renovate the house by itself.

Of course, Wan Feng’s condition was that as long as they didn’t leave, the battalion headquarters had no power to force them to leave.

I have already cleaned up the house and built what needed to be built, but you took it back with an excuse and didn't even give me any compensation.

The agreement has been signed, and the next step is to make some simple plans.

The school’s original wall was probably made of wooden planks, but now there is not even a trace of it left. The wall must be built and wooden planks cannot be used anymore. If there are no stones, bricks can be used.

The height of the wall must be at least 1.5 meters, and a low wire mesh must be installed on the top of the wall.

A communication room needs to be built at the main gate.

The roof needs to be replaced with new thatch, new doors and windows need to be built, the house and yard need to have cement floors, and a few more warehouses need to be built on the east side of the yard.

This is Wanfeng’s initial plan.

Once the planning is completed, it must be implemented, and this task falls into the hands of the bricklaying team of the branch factory.

The bricklaying team finally made a budget list. According to Wan Feng's requirements, the house would cost 4,000 yuan to meet Wan Feng's planning requirements. Including the labor cost, Wan Feng's total investment was 5,000 yuan.

Wan Feng paid half of the cost in advance, and the completion date was set for mid-May.

After the bricklaying team started work, Wan Feng left the three-point field and came to Zhang Xuan's house.

Didn’t Zhang Zhiyuan want to start a business? Now the opportunity has come. Let him be the manager of the clothing factory, manage the finances and sales of the clothing factory, and gain some training to prepare for taking over the clothing factory in the future.

The clothing factory needs someone from their own team to take charge. Although Wan Feng's father is also unemployed at home, this is Zhang Xuan's factory and Wan Feng is not going to let his family get involved.

After a brief consideration, Zhang Zhiyuan accepted Wan Feng's suggestion.

The company belongs to his daughter, so he would manage it even if he was not paid, not to mention the annual salary of 2,000 yuan.

After making the decision, Zhang Zhiyuan applied for unpaid leave.

Their office itself is of little use now, and the people inside are just sitting there doing nothing but eating and waiting to die. This is why he wants to do something on his own.

"Xiao Wan, I also want to do some small business. Can you give me some advice? My requirements are not high. I just want to make ten or eight yuan a day."

After Wan Feng and Zhang Zhiyuan finished their discussion, He Yanxia also made a request.

Is this not a high requirement? Maybe it is not high for Wan Feng, but compared with the society, this requirement is not low.

"Auntie! Why do you want to do business? It's so nice to enjoy life at home."

"Oh, there's nothing to do at home all day. I'm bored. I think it's better to do something. I can earn some pocket money and exercise. If I just sit idle all the time, I'll be bored to death."

That's right, people may not die from being exhausted, but they can die from being idle. If you stay idle for a long time, all kinds of health problems will come to you.

There are not enough conditions for big business to develop here, but small business that can earn ten or eight yuan a day is much easier to do.

Wan Feng soon determined his direction: making food.

Zhang Xuan's house is right outside the Xingbei Store, and across the street is the bus station. If he wants to run a small business with a daily profit of ten or eight yuan based on the passenger flow of the bus station, there is nothing more suitable than selling food.

He Yanxia processes it at home and then pushes it to the bus station gate on a small cart to sell it.

Wan Feng thought about it and remembered that in his previous life, there was a roast chicken shop run by a southerner in front of his house.

Wan Feng didn't know much about food, but he used to think about everything for a while. For a while, the southern roast chicken restaurant next to his home became the object of his thinking.

A round tank with a bulging belly, more than one meter high. A circle made of steel bars is hung inside the tank mouth, and a brazier-like device is made at the bottom of the tank for burning charcoal.

Hang the previously marinated chicken on the steel ring at the mouth of the vat and roast it. It will be ready in two hours.

"Make roast chicken?" He Yanxia was dumbfounded. She had never made it before.

"It's very simple. After cleaning the chicken, marinate it with the prepared seasoning for a while. After marinating, hang it in a special tool and grill it over charcoal. We have no shortage of chicken here. They are sold in the market. You can buy it, clean it and process it."

It sounds simple, but it is a bit difficult to do.

Wan Feng originally wanted to make an oven, but some electric heating components were hard to find here, and the quality was not necessarily up to standard. Besides, that thing consumes a lot of electricity, so he changed his mind and used charcoal fire.

Charcoal is readily available and inexpensive.

Just do it.

Wan Feng went to Xingbei Store and bought a round pot. He welded a grill to transform the large pot into a roasting pot, and then went to the market to buy a few chickens.

Boil water to clean the chicken and start preparing the brine for marinating the chicken.

A lot of ingredients are needed to make the brine for marinating chicken. First, you need to make a spice bag, which contains more than a dozen seasonings, such as rosemary, sand ginger powder, star anise, etc. Take different grams of seasonings and wrap them together with gauze. Put dozens of pounds of water in the pot, put in the spice bag, and then add salt, MSG, sugar, onion, ginger, cooking wine, etc. and bring to a boil.

Soak the cleaned chicken in brine and marinate for two days. When it is ready to be roasted, pour crispy water on it and put it in the roasting pan with the lid on for one hour. Then open the lid and roast for about half an hour. When the roasted chicken is colored, it can be taken out of the oven.