"Xiao Jun! Give these brothers two cents each to buy something to eat this afternoon. I'll pay for it from my share, and your brothers can read for free in the future."
Wan Feng's decision caused cheers from the children.
Liang Wan's carriage arrived very quickly, and Wan Feng and the others only waited for about ten minutes. Liang Wan drove the carriage over, and Luan Feng sat on the carriage shed.
After several people lifted the sewing machine onto the carriage, Wan Feng and Xiao Jun waved goodbye.
"Is this the sewing machine you bought?" Liang Wan asked as he wrapped the sewing machine with a rope.
"Why would I buy that thing? I don't know how to use it. Luan Feng bought it. Her master contacted her."
After Xiao Jun and his group of people left, Liang Wan drove the carriage to pull the sewing machine back to the depression and sent it to Luan Feng's house. He and Wan Feng carried the machine into Luan Feng's room and placed it in the position that Luan Feng had chosen long ago.
With her own machine, Luan Feng's hair was so excited that it moved without wind. Her face was rosy and her eyes were full of autumn water. If her mother, whose face was almost like a flower shop, was not around, she would definitely treat Wan Feng's face as a watermelon.
At that time, owning a sewing machine in a rural home was a matter of great honor. Not only would the humble home be so bright, but even the toilet would be bright as well.
Luan Feng padded the four legs of the sewing machine until she was sure that the machine did not shake at all, then turned on the machine and actually operated it.
"How is it, is everything alright?"
"Very good, thank you..." Luan Feng swallowed the other word "thank you" as soon as she saw Wan Feng's eyes.
This bastard hates the word "thank you" the most. He gets a dark face when he hears the word "thank you" and I don't know what's wrong with him.
"Next you will have to try making clothes and take on some work. It doesn't matter if there is no work. Now is the off-season for making clothes. You will be busy in winter. I will get some cloth coupons and buy some cloth for you to practice with."
Just as I arrived here, the radio box on the wall suddenly creaked and started to whirr: "Jiangwei Brigade Radio Station, Jiangwei Brigade Radio Station, now broadcasting a notice, now broadcasting a notice, the brick kiln of Wahou Brigade has produced bricks and tiles today, comrades who need bricks and tiles, please go and have a look. Our brigade has promised to deliver bricks and tiles to your door for free, so if you want any, go and have a look."
Holy crap! Today is the day the kiln is opened. How could I have forgotten?
He is the technical advisor for loading and unloading the kiln, and we cannot do without him at this time.
Unloading the kiln is different from loading the kiln. There is no temperature limit for loading the kiln, but when unloading the kiln, not only is the temperature inside the kiln suffocating, but the bricks are like burning charcoal, which can burn you if you are not careful.
"Luan Feng, I have to go to the brick kiln right away to check on the bricks now that they are out of the kiln. Let's go."
Wan Feng rushed to the brick factory as quickly as possible.
The brick factory was no different from any other day, with no blasts of firecrackers or loud drums and gongs.
The brick kiln had been shut down several years ago, and all the closed kiln doors were opened to allow air to dissipate the high temperature inside.
The members of the Wahou cooperative gathered in the shade of the cement tile factory, as if waiting to watch a show.
Wan Feng looked at the unobstructed sunlight, frowned, walked to a kiln door, stuck his head inside, and then quickly retreated.
The temperature in the brick kiln is at least 30 or 40 degrees.
It would be dangerous for the people to come out of the kiln at noon when the sun is scorching the earth and the temperature inside the kiln is so high.
Not everyone can do the job of taking bricks out of the kiln. Although the fire in the kiln has been extinguished and the air has been ventilated, the temperature inside is still around 40 degrees or even higher. The temperature of the bricks themselves is even higher, reaching 70 or 80 degrees, which is so hot that even wearing rubber gloves will burn your hands.
Fat people are not suitable for this job. If they are not careful, they will faint in the kiln. The most suitable people for this job are thin people with good heart.
Fortunately, there were not many fat people in 1980, and you couldn’t even find one if you wanted to.
Although these people who came out of the kiln in Wahou had received training, it was their first time to do it in real life, and no one could predict what problems would arise.
Wan Feng found Zhang Hai and said, "It's not a good idea to start working in the kiln in the middle of the day. People will be bored. It's better to start working later. After all, our kiln can only produce 60,000 bricks. There's no rush."
Zhang Hai waved his hand and said, "It's okay. We country people are not that squeamish."
This is not a question for the squeamish.
Working in the kiln is a hard job, and usually few people are willing to do it. But precisely because few people are willing to do it, the pay is also the highest. The Wahou team pays kiln workers double the salary.
The people were picked by Wan Feng. They were all healthy and hard-working people in the Wahou team. After all, he had worked in the kiln for two years, so he knew what kind of people were capable and could do the job well.
For example, his uncle Zhu Ping is not cut out for this kind of work. His careless temperament makes it impossible for him to do such a job.
Before liberation, taking the kiln out was called "carrying the kiln", and people had to carry the kilns out for dozens of pieces at a time. Of course, this is no longer necessary now, and people use carts to pull the kilns out.
There are several two-wheeled wooden carts with a wheelbase of 70 to 80 centimeters wide, and each cart can carry about 100 bricks.
Zhang Hai, a rural person, is not that squeamish. Wan Feng firmly disagreed and insisted on waiting until the temperature outside dropped to 5 pm before entering the kiln. These few people coming out of the kiln were doing it for the first time, so they must be given time to adapt.
Their brick kiln can only produce 60,000 bricks, not hundreds of thousands. Even if four bricks come out of the kiln slowly, it won't take more than two. Why rush?
Hearing that Wan Feng had not eaten yet, Zhang Hai had someone bring him some vegetable dumplings made of cornmeal. Wan Feng held the bowl in one hand and ate while inspecting the tile-making enterprise led by Zhu Ping.
More than a thousand tiles of each style have been produced, and 10,000 cement bricks have also been produced.
Wan Feng checked the quality of the tiles and found them to be very good.
After a period of proficiency, the output and quality of cement tiles have been greatly improved.
"My nephew, if we don't sell more products, we will have no funds to turn over. The loan money is almost used up." Zhang Hai kept nagging Wan Feng.
"If it's not enough, take out a loan. As long as the commune supports you, there's nothing to worry about. The products will be sold sooner or later."
"Repay the loan? I've already borrowed over four thousand."
"Haha, you can just borrow another 4,000 and that'll be it. If that doesn't work, just borrow 6,000 to make up to 10,000. It's easy to remember!"
Wan Feng’s answer made Zhang Hai laugh and cry. It’s easy to remember, indeed it’s easy to remember, but don’t I have to pay it back?
The first truckload of bricks came out of the brick kiln at 5:10 p.m. Even though the temperature outside had dropped, the people who came out of the kiln were sweating profusely after melting a truckload of bricks. The first thing they did after coming out of the kiln was to look for water to drink.
The bricks that had been taken out of the kiln were stacked into piles. Wan Feng picked up a brick and weighed it with his hand, then picked up another brick and touched them together.
The two bricks collided with each other and made a clanging sound.
Judging from the color and sound of the bricks, the quality of the bricks is acceptable. Even if it does not reach the level of first-class bricks, it is definitely higher than second-class.
For a descendant of Wa who is making bricks for the first time, this is quite good.
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