The principle of life in this world is to rush forward when good things happen and to stay away when bad things happen.
This is the valuable experience summed up by human beings after thousands of years of eating raw meat and drinking blood. In his two lives, Rao Wanfeng will definitely remember it and carry it forward.
"Good thing, go ahead."
Are you kidding me?
Wan Feng curled his lips and said, "It might be a good thing for you 'piss drinkers', but it's not a good thing for me to not drink. I have nothing in common with you old bastards, so I won't go!"
It's easy to guess that these adults are going to drink cat urine again.
"I went to Gushan today and drank five pounds of draft beer. Do you want some?"
"If you don't want to drink, you don't have any good snacks to go with it. What's the point of drinking pickled cabbage and smashed cucumbers?" At noon, the shrimps were already hitting other people's heads, and they still had their eyes on your pickled cabbage.
"There are fish. Someone caught some in the big river, and I bought them."
I guess it’s Fathead from Shahu Road or something like that.
"I'm not going to go even though there's fish. I'd rather sleep at home than go and listen to all your nonsense below the belt."
When Zhang Hai saw that material temptation didn't work, he had no choice but to tell the truth.
"You raise fish, don't you? I called Wang Xiping tonight, let's listen to what he has to say."
"Uncle Zhang Hai, I'm just giving you advice. Whether or not to do it and how to do it is up to you guys. I don't need to go, right?"
"No, you have to be there."
This was also blamed.
"My presence is useless. If you ask me to go fishing, I don't know anything about raising fish."
Wan Feng had indeed never seen the work of raising fish.
"Even if you know nothing, you have to go. If you don't go, I'll deduct your dividends from the brick factory!"
What kind of person is this? If soft tactics don't work, then use hard tactics.
"Okay, I'll go and listen to it tonight." There's no harm in learning more.
Zhang Hai smiled proudly.
"There's one more thing, nephew. The first batch of bricks from our expanded brick kiln will be out in half a month. The output has skyrocketed from 60,000 to 120,000. Our transportation capacity is insufficient. We can't transport them out as sloppily as before. Our team has four horse-drawn carts. We keep one for farm work, and the remaining three carts. Two carts deliver tiles, and one delivers bricks. We can deliver 1,000 bricks per trip. Even if we use the team's tractors, which can deliver 2,000 each time, we can only deliver 3,000 bricks. Even if we work non-stop for a month, we can only deliver 90,000 bricks, and there are still 20,000 or 30,000 left."
"If you can't give it away, just keep it at home. It won't rot."
"Nonsense, how can it be turned into money if it's just sitting there? We're going to close down soon, and we can't handle farm work with a large truck. And then we'll have to reduce the delivery trucks, which will be even worse."
At this time he was anxious. What had he been doing before?
"I told you to hire a tractor a long time ago, but you were worried about the money. Now you've grown your eyesight. Go get the tractors from Pingshan Brigade tomorrow. If they're not enough, go to the commune and ask the tractor station to send two tractors. Otherwise, the tractors at the tractor station are just decorations."
The land of the Warrior Commune is all hilly and mountainous. There are almost no decent large tracts of land, and it is not suitable for mechanized operations at all. The tractors of the commune and the brigades are of no use and are really just decorations.
"Okay, I'll go and take care of it tomorrow. So let's get a few first."
"We'll get as much as we can. If that doesn't work, we'll have tractors go down and haul the mountain away. That way, we can clear the mountain much faster. It's just a little money, and we can afford it."
Tractors can still play a role in pulling corn, sweet potatoes and potatoes in the fields, but that's all they can do.
"But how can anyone be willing to pay 2 cents for transporting a brick?"
"Is two cents too little? Two trips of 2,000 bricks for 22 cents is still four yuan, and that's 120 yuan a month. How much does the deputy county magistrate make a month?"
A deputy county magistrate's monthly salary is only about this amount, so how can it be so little? The oil is supplied by the state and is free, so the only expense is some wear and tear on the parts.
The tractors of the Jiangwei Brigade have done it, so why don’t the other tractors do it?
Zhang Hai was silent.
"Uncle Zhang Hai, what would you do if I asked you to be the brigade secretary in a few years?" Wan Feng suddenly asked this question.
Zhang Hai was stunned. "I'm the brigade secretary? You must be kidding! How could it possibly be my turn?"
At that time, the brigade secretary was still appointed by the commune, and Zhang Hai must have thought that he did not have the qualifications.
He has only been the team leader for two years and hasn't managed the team well yet, so how could he become the brigade secretary?
Although he did not have this experience in his previous life, Wan Feng could foresee that Zhang Hai would be the secretary of the Jiangwei Brigade in three or four years.
But he didn't continue discussing the topic. Instead, he stood up and walked into the cement tile workshop.
His uncle Zhu Ping walked around the workshop in a noisy manner, issuing some incomprehensible instructions from time to time.
Wan Feng sat in a corner and watched quietly. He was free anyway, so he just took the opportunity to kill time.
With his rich experience and keen observation, Wan Feng quickly saw something.
He soon discovered that whenever his uncle walked past Jiang Xue's workbench, the two of them would glance at each other intentionally, pretending to be unintentional, and then pretending to separate as if nothing had happened.
Wan Feng despised this behavior very much. Their relationship was something that everyone knew. If you two wanted to see it, just do it openly and no one would mind.
This is sour and sweet, seemingly mysterious but actually superfluous.
Huh?
Wan Feng discovered another problem.
It would be fine if my uncle and Jiang Xue had this problem, but why does my aunt also have this problem?
Damn, this is a very valuable discovery!
The guy who mixed the cement for my aunt's workbench was a guy named Jiang from Wahougou.
It seems his surname is also Jiang.
Whenever this guy surnamed Jiang was putting cement on my aunt's platform, the two of them would look at each other with this seemingly unintentional but actually intentional look, and then separate like lightning.
Although their eye contact lasted no more than 0.2 seconds, Wan Feng still noticed it quickly.
This made Wan Feng feel very accomplished, and he couldn't help but feel secretly proud: It seems that I can be a detective too.
My aunt originally found a partner in Wadui, near Hongya County, whose surname was Jiang. However, he was not good to her and often beat her.
This is also the reason why Wan Feng doesn't want his aunt to have any contact with this man named Jiang in this life.
But what I didn’t expect was that another person named Jiang would appear?
It seems that my aunt will never be able to escape from the clutches of Jiang Rao in this life.
According to Wan Feng, the two of them were in an affair... Ugh! What a ridiculous word.
How can this idiom be used when the man is unmarried and the woman is unmarried? It should be said that they have been in love with each other for some time.
But this is also a good thing. She doesn't have to leave Wahou, and this place will become the most prosperous place in Hongya in the future.
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