"So when should I go?"
Wan Feng thought for a moment and said, "Let's do it tomorrow afternoon. I have a day off tomorrow afternoon, and the tractor from Pingshan will be here soon. I'll show you how to do this job so you can be mentally prepared. Then we can officially get on board."
"Okay, I'll come find you at the crater tomorrow at noon."
"Do you have a bicycle?"
"My father's bicycle is at home."
"Okay, then. I'll wait for you at the brick factory tomorrow at 12:30 noon."
After saying goodbye to Xiao Jun, Wan Feng went home. Because he went to school, the clothing processing and delivery at the supply and marketing cooperative was done by others, and he was no longer responsible for it.
When Wan Feng was riding his bike back home from Gushan, Zhang Hai and several cadres from the brigade were also riding their bikes back from the commune.
The open pilot project in Yongshi Township, which had caused headaches for the commune leaders, was won by the Wahou Team of Jiangwei Brigade.
The commune cadres felt relieved, but Zhang Hai felt the pressure on his shoulders increase sharply. He felt as if he was in a thick fog, not knowing where to go.
When I said goodbye to the brigade secretary in front of Pingshan Brigade, the brigade secretary only left me with one sentence: Do a good job!
But there is no specific instruction on how to do it, and they don't know how to do it.
Zhang Hai went to Pingshan Brigade to verify the matter regarding the tractor. Perhaps because of the important task of the pilot project, he felt more confident in doing some things that were not originally on the list.
For example, he had contacted the secretary of the Pingshan Brigade a few days ago about hiring a tractor from the Pingshan Brigade, but the other party seemed to be in a dilemma.
But today he finalized the hiring with just a few words.
After returning to the team and learning that Wan Feng did not come to school in the afternoon and had just returned from Gushan to do some business, he hurried to find Wan Feng.
Wan Feng is at Luan Feng's house asking about the audition of the tape recorder.
Ever since a few old ladies working this morning figured out that listening to music while working wouldn't make you tired, the tape recorder has been busy all morning, listening to one tape over and over again.
Following Wan Feng's instructions, Luan Feng didn't dare to take out the book about love with Deng Xjun.
When Wan Feng came back, he asked about the stability of the tape recorder. He was mainly worried about whether the tape would get twisted. If this happened, it would mean that the quality of the movement was not up to standard.
Fortunately, nothing of the kind happened.
Luan Feng and Jiang Min armed the recorder's casing with a speed faster than the patrol could detect, and it was decorated with all kinds of colors. The plan designed yesterday was completely overturned.
The eagle turned into a white cloud, and the boy holding the gun turned into a happy boy.
This is obviously Jiang Min's style. Compared with Luan Feng's thinking, hers is indeed much more normal.
Zhang Hai came at this time.
The two people sat on the stone pier outside Luan Feng's house.
"Nephew, the commune leaders talked to me today and it seems that the central idea is the word 'bao', which means that anything can be baoed. Is that what you mean?"
Zhang Hai has some comprehension ability. Although he is still confused about many things, he has grasped the essence.
"That's what it means in simple terms. Give everyone the land and vehicles. If you're tired of my aunt, you can give her that too. I guarantee there'll be someone else to take care of her."
"That's bullshit." Zhang Hai laughed too.
"After the autumn harvest, we'll divide the land during the winter when there's no work. How to divide the land is up to you. I won't get any anyway, so I won't get involved. Now that we have this pilot project and this brand, we can take charge of anything. If we need people, we can hire them. If we need equipment or funds, we can ask the commune and the county for them. We can grab whatever we can while everyone is still in the dark. Next year, we'll use this opportunity to develop industry. Only with industry can we have a chance to take off in the future, and even in Jiangwei."
"The pilot project is just our business in Wahou. What does it have to do with the brigade?"
"Look, you're being short-sighted again, aren't you? If you manage Wahou well, the position of brigade secretary will naturally be yours. As brigade secretary, shouldn't you be thinking about managing the entire brigade well?"
Zhang Hai understood: "So according to you, if I manage the brigade well, can I go to the commune..."
"Wake up, why are you dreaming before it's even dark? The brigade secretary isn't part of the system, so normally this wouldn't be possible. But in this wave of reform, this possibility isn't out of the question, but the prerequisite is that you have to produce results. Better to be down-to-earth and work on the bottom line. As long as you produce results, anything can happen."
Zhang Hai walked away with great confidence, his legs seemed to be light. He hoped that he could take advantage of this great tide to succeed, which would be of great benefit to the Queen and even Jiang Wei in the future.
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After lunch on Wednesday, Wan Feng came to the brick factory. At about 11:30, Xiao Jun arrived at the brick factory as scheduled.
Yuan Wen, the loader who originally followed Yang Hong's car, was transferred to Pingshan's tractor, and Xiao Jun was arranged by Wan Feng to ride on Yang Hong's car.
The reason for this arrangement is that Wan Feng and Yang Hong have a relatively good relationship. In addition to following Wan Feng for free food and drinks several times, he has also smoked more than two packs of Wan Feng's cigarettes.
Therefore, if Wan Feng asked him to teach Xiao Jun how to drive a tractor, he really couldn't refuse.
Don’t underestimate the people who drove tractors at that time. They were really awesome back then. Just like Yang Hong dared to wear white gloves in Daxia. Do you think he is not awesome?
In the 1980s, machinery was something high-end and mysterious to farmers. It was not like the rural areas more than 30 years later, where any old man could tinker with all kinds of machinery. At that time, many people did not even dare to touch a tractor.
When Yang Hong returned home for lunch at noon, he would open the tractor's carriage and press it against the brick pile, making it easier for the loaders who had just finished their lunch to load the bricks. By the time the loaders came back, the bricks were already loaded, and he could drive away without wasting time.
Wan Feng picked up the brick clamp and said, "Look at me carefully. If I were seventeen or eighteen years old now, I could install these thousand bricks in twenty minutes."
Xiao Jun expressed disbelief at Wan Feng's words.
Wan Feng threw off his coat, revealing his bare chest, causing Xiao Jun to exclaim in surprise, "What the hell did you eat to grow up like that? How did you develop such a muscular body? I finally understand why you're such a good fighter."
"How did you train? When you were still lying on the kang in the morning, I got up to exercise, breaking bricks and lifting stones. I can do more than a hundred push-ups and sit-ups now. Can you do that?"
Xiao Jun shook his head: "Who has nothing better to do than that?"
"That's all. I'm still young now. When I'm eighteen or nineteen, I'll be so muscular that I'll scare you to death. By then, I'm planning on participating in a bodybuilding competition."
While chatting, Wan Feng started loading bricks.
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