With a goal in mind, Wan Feng's life immediately became busy, and his leisurely days came to an end.
Thursday, August 7, 1980, the beginning of autumn.
Wan Feng never understood why there was a significant difference between the qi after the Beginning of Autumn and the qi during the Dog days. For example, in the morning, one can clearly feel the difference between the first morning of the Beginning of Autumn and the morning of the Dog days, that coolness.
There is a hint of chill in the morning of the Beginning of Autumn, and the water in the river becomes bone-chillingly cold overnight.
Sitting on the tractor trailer full of bricks in the morning, I could already clearly feel the cold air gradually coming over me.
When they arrived at the county town, Wan Feng got off the bus in front of the Second Department Store, then headed east, bypassing the Zhendong Market and arriving at the ancient alley.
Every Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday this is where the black market of Hongya County is located.
Today, Zhao Le did not dress up as a farmer, but wore a set of work clothes, looking like a state employee.
What made Wan Feng speechless was that this guy had three pens stuck side by side in his left shirt pocket. He must be pretending.
Wan Feng walked straight up to Zhao Le and praised him, "Nice pen."
Zhao Le saw Wan Feng's eyes stern and said, "Brother Wan is here. Have you used up all the things you bought last time?"
"No, I'm not buying that today. I want to sew plane tickets. I want to ask if they have any here."
Wan Feng didn't plan to waste time here. If there was nothing wrong, he wouldn't want to stay in the black market for long. It wasn't safe here, so he stated the purpose of his visit straight away.
Zhao Le immediately shook his head: "We don't have this thing. No matter how many people try to get it, they can't get it. How can we sell it?"
What Zhao Le said was correct. Although a sewing machine costs over a hundred yuan, it is the most sought-after commodity. It is also the most sought-after item in the three-turn and one-ring industry.
"Really?"
"To tell you the truth, it's already August, and I haven't seen a single sewing ticket enter the market this year. I've seen bicycle tickets several times, but I haven't seen this one. If you want a bicycle ticket, I can get it for you."
What do I need a bicycle for? Wan Feng shook his head in disappointment.
There's no point in staying here without him.
In the morning, he appeared at Xia's house.
Xia Qiulong now hangs around the construction site of the First Construction Company when he has nothing to do. He is not at home and goes out early in the morning, becoming an extra-staff worker at the construction site.
There were only his mother and wife at home, and no one knew where the two dead children had gone.
These are the exact words of Xia Qiulong’s wife Xin Li.
"Buy a sewing machine? It's not easy to get a sewing machine. Sewing machines are in short supply and probably not available on the black market." Xin Li said after understanding Wan Feng's purpose.
She was right, there was indeed no such thing on the black market, that was why Wan Feng came from there.
"I remember now. I have a sister at the textile printing and dyeing factory who had a sewing machine that she no longer wanted. She wants to replace it with a new one, but I'm not sure if they still have one. You sit here and I'll go to the factory and ask for you."
Xin Li left in a hurry, and Wan Feng chatted with Xia Qiulong's mother, thinking wildly while chatting.
It’s a pity that the conditions are not right now and the government doesn’t allow me to run a business. Otherwise, I would have made a fortune long ago by making and selling sewing machines.
You don't need to go to other areas, you can make a lot of money in the surrounding areas.
In his previous life, his family had a Butterfly brand sewing machine, and Wan Feng often fiddled with it. The sewing machine still existed until 2010, but it had lost its function and could only be used as a reference for memories.
At that time, when he was bored, he disassembled it several times and actually studied its working principle.
It seemed like it was 2011 or 2012, this thing was finally sold as scrap because it took up space and was in the way.
Wan Feng believes that machinery can be manufactured as long as its working principle is understood. Of course, there is a huge difference between good and bad quality.
The quality of products depends on many details in the processing process. As long as these problems are solved, high-quality products can be produced.
This requires the accumulation of technical exploration experience and the advancement of equipment.
Just like now, if Wan Feng is given a suitable environment, he may not be able to build a car. Of course, he doesn't know whether it can break down or how far it can run, but at least it can be guaranteed to run.
If Zhang Laizi had not appeared at this time, Wan Feng would probably still be thinking about the half-made sewing machine.
Wan Feng didn't know Zhang Laizi's real name, but he was known to be a disciple of Xia Qiulong. He ran in with all his might.
"Brother Wan, come out!"
Wan Feng saw this guy sweating profusely, and he felt a sense of foreboding.
After hurriedly saying goodbye to Xia Qiulong's mother, he left Xia Qiulong's home.
"Our Lava's car was stopped by people from the front kiln. Brother Xia led some people to confront them. He asked me to come find you."
Front kiln?
Qianyao is a village west of Hongya County, belonging to the Hongguang Brigade of Guanshan Commune at that time. It was still a suburb in the 1980s, but when Hongya County was expanded in the 1990s, Hongguang Brigade was incorporated into the urban area as a whole and became the Zhenxi District.
Qianyao, the name sounds like it is related to kiln, and Qianyao does have many kilns.
According to reports, Qianyao was not a village before liberation. A few people who came from nowhere built a tile kiln here and started to burn tiles. Then people gradually settled here and finally formed a village.
The whole village is a kiln-fired village, hence the name.
The products also increased from fired tiles to blue bricks, clay pots, clay basins, etc. At that time, it was very famous in the area within a radius of 100 miles or even more. The clay pots, clay pots, clay bowls, etc. used by the people at home at that time all came from here. Wan Feng's grandmother's house still has basins made of fired clay.
Their products are also sold as far as Gaixian, Xiuyan, Donggou, Fuxian and other places hundreds of miles away, and even on some islands in the South China Sea.
After liberation, this industry gradually declined. During the special ten-year period, the old people who worked in this industry disappeared for a while. It was not until recent years that it became popular again. Now most of the clay pots, clay basins, blue bricks and clay tiles used by the people in the market of Hongya County are produced by Qianyao, and they occupy the largest market share.
The construction site of Yijian Plumbing Equipment is not far from Qianyao Village. The truck that was delivering tiles to Wahou was blocked in front of Qianyao Village, about a mile away from the construction site.
Wan Feng thought about it and guessed that it might be related to tiles.
In the past, the tiles from Qianyao were mainly supplied to three construction companies in the county. Now, the largest market of Yijian was snatched away by Wahou. Naturally, the people in Qianyao were unhappy.
"How do you know I'm here?" Wan Feng asked as he walked.
Wan Feng did not meet Xia Qiulong in the morning, so Xia Qiulong probably didn't know he was here.
"Your family's driver might have come here."
This fits.
Wan Feng and Zhang Laizi rushed to the scene of the accident as quickly as possible.
The accident site was still in the urban-rural fringe area at that time, about two miles away from the edge of the city, and there were rice fields around it.
From a distance, I saw about thirty or forty people gathered on the road, apparently arguing and making a lot of noise.
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