"You don't have enough manpower, so why not ask Zhang Hai for help? Isn't it enough to just ask Zhang Hai to throw a few water-pressed adobes over? The focus now is on making tiles, not firing bricks."
"Even with enough manpower, there's not enough space?"
"Building a house may take too long, but putting up a shed is much faster. We can just build a shed to keep the tiles healthy and dump out the half that's been drying in the factory. Are your brains rusty? How can you be so stupid?"
At this point, Wan Feng yawned and his eyelids became heavy.
It's really tiring to deal with these simple farmers from the 1980s.
When transporting goods, horse-drawn carriages would go directly from the ditch to the village road of Cuitun, which could save several miles of distance, but tractors could not go on this road.
There are streams and steep hills on that mountain road, and the road surface is narrow. If the tractor cannot press the eye of the road and goes off the road, it may get stuck.
The tractor would jump off when climbing those two steep slopes, so when pulling goods out, the tractor could only go around Shutun and take that main road.
Wan Feng was waiting for Yang Hong's tractor on the side of the road where the Waqian and Wahou teams met, and loaded the fish into the truck bed when the tractor arrived.
The tractor rumbled on and on for forty minutes before arriving at the county town.
As soon as he arrived at the gate of the county hospital, Wan Feng saw Xia Qiulong sitting under the tree where he used to sell melons from a distance, obviously waiting for him.
Xia Qiulong helped Wan Feng unload the fish basket from the car and told Wan Feng impatiently, "I've finished what you asked my dad to do. My dad asked me to tell you."
Of course it’s about cloth.
This is great news for Wan Fenglai.
"Tell Dad to invite the main leaders of their factory out for lunch at noon."
"Dad, you don't need to treat me to dinner for now. After the fish is sold, I'll ask you to go to the factory to check on the goods. It won't be too late to have dinner after everything is officially concluded."
This is better.
The people of Hongya have accumulated a deep hatred for fish. Whenever an adult sees a fish, they all look like they want to eat it as soon as possible.
Wan Feng catered to their mentality very well and prepared an object for them to vent their hatred.
Silver carp is one cent, carp is one cent, and miscellaneous fish is eight cents.
The price today is slightly higher than yesterday.
But even this did not stop the Hongya people's deep hatred for fish. At around 9:30, only two baskets were left of the more than 200 kilograms of fish brought by Wan Feng, leaving only a silver carp weighing more than five kilograms for Xia Qiulong.
The sale of more than 200 kilograms of fish brought Wan Feng a profit of more than ten yuan, which was nearly half of the profit from selling melons with a horse-drawn carriage.
But it’s better than nothing, otherwise I’ll be idle anyway.
If Xia Qiulong knew that Wan Feng earned ten dollars in the morning and still felt it was not enough, he would probably slap him in the face.
Just then, Yang Hong's tractor came back. Wan Feng threw the empty basket into the truck bed and asked the tractor to take it back. Then he and Xia Qiulong came to the Hongya County Textile Printing and Dyeing Factory with ease.
As a former member of this factory, Xia Qiulong led Wan Feng into the factory smoothly.
As soon as he entered the factory, Xia Qiulong immediately held his head high and chest out, and even walked with a crab-like step like a model.
This made Wan Feng very angry. Wouldn’t it be better to just walk normally?
"Brother, when I had legs, I walked like you do now."
Xia Qiulong didn't understand what Wan Feng meant. He looked at Wan Feng's two healthy legs with a confused look on his face.
"Your current moves are truly provocative. Aren't you afraid that the people in this factory will punish you?"
"Tsk! I'm not bragging, who dares to mess with me in this little corner of the world?"
Otherwise, don't brag unless it's absolutely necessary, as it's easy to sprain your ankle.
Eighty percent of the members of the textile printing and dyeing factory are women of all ages, from young girls of seventeen or eighteen to mature women in their thirties and forties to aunts in their fifties.
If women gather together, it is simply misfortune for men. A single woman is shy and fragile, but a group of women are no different from bandits. They will look at you and comment on you unscrupulously.
If you are not careful, they may even pull down your pants.
Wan Feng had a deep understanding of this in his previous life. If there were one or two aggressive women in a group of women, this kind of thing would most likely happen.
So, when a group of giggling women appeared in front of him, Wan Feng felt his anus tighten and he was deeply worried about Xia Qiulong.
Less than a minute after Xia Qiulong finished bragging, a group of mainly middle-aged women blocked his way.
"Oh my! Isn't this Xia Dadiao? I'm afraid he hasn't been back to the factory for several years. Why did he come back today?"
Listen to how poetic this first sentence is, it directly exposes Xia Qiulong's characteristics to the public.
"Xia Dadiao, who is that you brought? Your son?"
"Big guy, when did you have a son this big?"
Wan Feng was furious. "Damn it, you guys, don't tease me, okay? Once you get into the factory, you're doomed. You get shot even when you're lying down."
Xia Qiulong stepped forward and said, "This is my brother, a real brother, stop talking nonsense."
"You have a brother? That's not right. You're the only son your mother had."
"Your brother doesn't look like you at all? Are you sure he's your mother's biological son?"
Look at the fuss this has caused. Xia Qiulong might as well not explain. Even his mother won't be able to rest in peace if he does.
No wonder Xia Qiulong doesn't like staying in this factory. He really has no idea what to do when he encounters these unreasonable women.
"Aunties and aunties, I have something else to do. Can we stop making a fuss?"
Wan Feng had a bad feeling that this sentence might cause trouble.
really…
"What? You, a jerk, actually called us auntie?"
"Oh! I haven't seen you for a few years. You've grown irritable. Have you forgotten that you pursued me all those years ago?"
"Yes, you pursued me. Did you forget that you asked me to go to the movies with you? You heartless guy, now we are aunts and uncles?"
Xia Qiulong pulled Wan Feng out of the encirclement and fled.
"Brother, I finally understand why you don't like staying in this factory. You must have abandoned too many resentful women in the past, and you're afraid they'll come after you."
"Go away, you're talking nonsense. Although I, your big brother, love to fight and fight, I don't have any thoughts about women. Although people call me a gangster, I'm not a real gangster."
Who knows if he is really a hooligan, I didn’t see it.
Xia Qiulong led Wan Feng to the technical department. His father was in charge of this department and was wearing glasses and holding a newspaper, pretending to be a bureaucrat.
When Old Xia saw his son and Wan Feng coming, he checked the time.
"Wait here for a moment. I'll go say hello and find the custodian."
A few minutes later, Lao Xia came back and said, "Let's go to the warehouse first."
The warehouse where defective products were stored was in a corner of the factory, a large brick-and-tile warehouse with four large white characters "No Fireworks" written on the wall.
This place should be rarely visited. The ground in front of the warehouse door is covered with green grass. The lock on the door is rusty and it probably takes a long time to open it.
The custodian, wearing glasses, took out a bunch of keys, searched for a long time before finding one, inserted it into the lock, and took a long time to turn the lock.
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