Zhang Hai was wearing a straw raincoat and inspecting the site where water bricks were being piled.
These two brick factories probably cut out more than 20,000 bricks. Although these bricks were covered tightly with straw mats, they still leaked when rain fell.
"Oh no! This straw curtain can't completely block out the rain. Some rain still seeps in. What should I do?" Zhang Hai said with concern after returning from his inspection.
How can there be no loss at all? Isn't it a dream to think there will be no loss at all?
Wan Feng ignored Zhang Hai's annoying look and went to the drying room of the cement tile factory, where more than a hundred cement bricks and tiles were drying.
Among them, more than ten pieces were cement tiles that had been separated from the mold, that is, finished tiles, which were the tiles that made Wan Feng's uncle howl like a Siberian wolf two hours ago.
If these finished tiles are to be sold after being removed from the mold, they must undergo a curing period of nearly a month.
Wan Feng gently picked up a tile and observed it carefully.
In order to increase the friction and grip between the tile surface and the roof, these tiles are yin-yang tiles, that is, tiles with smooth front and rough back.
Wan Feng stretched out his hand and gently stroked the front of the tile. The front of the tile was smooth and had a delicate texture, which gave people a comfortable feeling.
Wan Feng paid special attention to checking the tile hanging strips and tile hanging grooves. These two things are inconspicuous things on a tile, but they are important parts of the tile. Without these two components, the tile cannot be hung on the roof. No matter how beautiful and smooth it is, it is just a waste tile.
The tile hanging strips and grooves in Wan Feng's hand are very standard. It seems that the molds made by Xiao Dexiang are completely qualified and there is no problem at all.
Wan Feng checked a few more tiles and nodded with satisfaction.
But these tiles are still just experiments, not finalized products.
"We need to do more experiments on cement tiles, and adjust the ratio of cement and sand more, trying to get the most reasonable ratio." Wan Feng put forward his own requirements.
"Don't worry, these tiles are used for experiments. We have recorded the ratio of each experiment and will finally select the most suitable ratio to finalize it." Zhang Hai explained after returning.
A piece of cement tile weighs about ten pounds. Wan Feng roughly calculated the cost of a tile, and including various expenses and losses, the cost of a tile is about five cents.
At that time, the green tiles on the market were only five cents each, but they could cover a much larger area than cement tiles.
One square meter of cement tiles requires nine pieces, while one square meter of green tiles requires about fifteen pieces. The cost of laying green tiles per square meter is 75 cents.
If you convert these 75 cents into nine cement tiles, each tile would cost 8.3 cents.
Then the price of cement tiles should be eight cents per piece.
After deducting the cost, there is still a profit of three percent per tile. Although this profit is not considerable, it is acceptable.
As for the specifications of cement bricks, which are 240x110x53, the cost can be about two and a half cents per piece, so there should be no problem in pricing it at four to five cents.
Compared with cement tiles, cement bricks have much less loss than cement tiles because they are easier to make.
The rain came and went quickly, and when Wan Feng was about to go home, the sky outside was suddenly clear.
Zhu Ping walked barefoot in front, looking back from time to time to urge Wan Feng to walk faster.
"Why are you in such a hurry? It's still early."
"The front team is showing a movie tonight."
"Even if it's a movie, you don't have to be so anxious. It's not even five o'clock yet."
"I'm hungry!"
"No future!" Wan Feng did not hide his contempt for Jue at all.
There aren't really that many movies this summer. It seems like no movie has been released in over a month.
After dinner, Wan Feng was not in a hurry to go to Waqian. It was not dark yet and he would not be able to see the performance even if he went. Besides, he had no intention of watching it.
If Cong Xicheng and the blacksmith hadn't been circling around him like two flies for a while, he might not have gone.
The headquarters of the Waqian team is right next to the dirt road leading to Shutun. A white screen has been set up in an empty space.
The heavy rain in the afternoon was too short and only caused a little mud.
Naturally, when Xicheng set out, his three sisters were indispensable for his protection, and the blacksmith followed Zhu Ping, because Zhu Ping was his future brother-in-law.
When they were about 200 meters away from their destination, the movie screen suddenly changed color and a horn sounded.
"It's over, run." The blacksmith yelled, and his future brother-in-law Zhu Ping quickened his pace.
Cong Xicheng and his guards also ran away like a hornet's nest, and in a blink of an eye, Wanfeng was left alone behind.
Wan Feng walked calmly to the movie theater. He did not join the crowd, but leaned against a stone wall, looking at the black and white figures on the screen boredly.
The movie was a very old one: Landmine Warfare. It was showing the scene where three female militiamen were setting landmines in a ravine to ward off the Japanese.
Jiang Jun sneaked up to Wan Feng like a landmine from somewhere and took out two landmines from his pocket... oh, two tomatoes and a cantaloupe.
Wan Feng glared at Jiang Jun when he saw the two things. "Wang An! Where did you get them? If you tell me they're from your garden, I'll kick you into that cesspool."
If Jiang Jun had only brought out tomatoes, Wan Feng would have avoided asking, as everyone grew them in their gardens. But cantaloupe was different; Wan Feng had never seen anyone growing them in their gardens.
"It's from the land at Laoliangtou on the top of the mountain." Jiang Jun answered honestly.
The top of the mountain where Jiangjun Station was located was the ridge separating the Waqian and Wahou teams. Wan Feng, the old ridge leader, also remembered that the old man lived on the top of the mountain. Every summer he would grow tomatoes, cantaloupes, watermelons and other things in his own plot of land on the top of the mountain, and then carry them to the market to sell them by himself.
"Damn it, didn't you tell me you'd never steal anything again? Don't worry, this is a gift from Old Liang."
Jiang Jun rubbed his head and said, "Stealing this doesn't count as stealing, right? Who would bite a melon or a standing date if they saw one?"
Wan Feng kicked Jiang Jun in the body: "Don't even steal melons or dates!"
"I promise I won't steal anymore, not even a melon or a jujube."
"Take this thing away. I don't eat stolen food."
"No! You keep it. I see your wife is looking for you everywhere. If you don't eat it, she will definitely not refuse."
Wan Feng kicked him again: "Damn it, you spread rumors. Where did I get a wife?"
Before he finished speaking, a surprised voice came over: "So you are here."
Wan Feng immediately lost his spirit like an eggplant hit by frost. This damn woman just happened to appear at this time.
Jiang Jun chuckled, gave Wan Feng a look that said "I understand", then turned around and disappeared into the crowd.
Luan Feng came to Wan Feng with a fragrant smell. Her eyes must be like a cat's, because in the dark she could see the tomatoes and melons in Wan Feng's hands at a glance. She didn't treat herself as an outsider at all, and picked up one and started eating it.
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