Now that things at school have been settled, Wan Feng can focus on his money-making plan.
Relying solely on books can only maintain his normal expenses, regardless of the money his family asks for. Even if there is a surplus, it is still far from his goal.
And this path will not last long.
After all, this is the current situation in rural areas. Students don’t have much spare money. It is still the new year and the beginning of school. They still have some New Year’s money. If they spend all this money, they will have no money left.
It’s time to expand the business avenues, but Wan Feng’s mind was in a cloud as to what to do for the moment.
Today is Wednesday and the school is closed in the afternoon.
Luan Feng ran over immediately.
"I heard you bought a new book. Can you give me one to read?" Luan Feng acted cute in front of Wan Feng like a cat, and she looked like she might roll on the ground if Wan Feng said no.
"Is it necessary to be so seductive when reading a book? The books are not with me. If you want to read them, you have to wait until this afternoon. I will bring one back for you to read."
"What new books did you buy this time? Are there any good ones?"
"Yes! Are there any books I bought that are not good? I solemnly recommend you a book called "Tadpole Looking for Mother", which is absolutely good." Wan Feng's face was serious and his appearance was solemn.
"A tadpole looking for its mother? Is there a cartoon about this?"
"I think so."
"No! It's boring."
This woman dared to say that it was boring for a tadpole to find its mother! Does she know what a tadpole is? What a profound meaning this has!
A smirk appeared on Wan Feng's face.
"Why does your smile make my heart tremble?"
It's normal for your heart to tremble. If you truly understand why the tadpole is looking for its mother, your heart will tremble even more.
However, Wan Feng did not dare to explain, for fear that Luan Feng would tickle him.
After finishing her meal, my aunt came out of the east room where she lived.
"Don't you have the afternoon off? I'll take you to visit some friends."
Wan Feng looked at his aunt suspiciously. Was she so kind as to take him on a visit? And what if she wasn't working in the afternoon?
"You and I will accompany each other to your second aunt's house."
As expected, good things never happen to him. Wan Feng originally planned not to go, but when he saw his aunt's face that looked like Bao Gong, he swallowed his words of refusal.
Second Aunt is naturally Wan Feng's mother's younger sister. Her home is not far away. It is in Cuitun, south of Wahou, belonging to Pingshan Brigade. It is located across the hill south of the ditch.
Pingshan Brigade is one of the two poorest brigades in the Yongshi Commune, just like Jiangwei Brigade. In fact, Pingshan Brigade is even worse than Jiangwei Brigade.
My uncle works as a worker in the county cement factory, earning 20 to 30 yuan a month. It's not rich in the countryside, but it's okay.
There was a girl named Hui in my second aunt's family. She was six years old at the time and wore ragged clothes and looked at Wan Feng timidly.
"Would you like to take your brother to the cooperative for a stroll?" Wan Feng asked Hui.
My aunt and second aunt were chatting about family matters.
There was no telling when the adults would stop talking, and Wan Feng didn't have the patience to listen to their useless gossip.
"My mother won't let me."
"Don't worry about her, we can just sneak out."
Hui blinked her big eyes twice and nodded.
The two of them slipped quietly into the street and then ran away.
The cooperative from my second aunt's house to Pingshan Brigade is much closer than the cooperative from Wanfeng's grandmother's house to Jiangwei Brigade, because Cuitun is the headquarters of Pingshan Brigade, and the cooperative is located at the entrance of Cuitun Village, facing a rural dirt road.
Therefore, it didn't take long for Wan Feng and Hui to arrive at the cooperative.
The Pingshan Brigade's headquarters was considerably more impressive than the Jiangwei Brigade's, at least for its two rows of tiled houses. The front row was the headquarters, with a door running through the middle, while the back row was the cooperative, surrounded by a high wall.
When Wan Feng led Hui into the courtyard, he heard the clattering sound of machines coming from the east half of the adjacent row of houses.
This is obviously a sound that can only come from a factory.
This was beyond Wan Feng's expectations. In his memory, apart from an oil mill that was established a few years later, there seemed to be no other industry in Pingshan Brigade. So where did the sound of the machine come from?
Wan Feng poked his head in from the window of the noisy machine.
There are two rows of tiled houses in Pingshan Brigade, and the back row of houses is the supply and marketing cooperative of Pingshan Brigade.
The first row of tiled houses is the headquarters of the Pingshan Brigade. There is a doorway in the middle that divides this row of blue brick and tiled houses into two parts, east and west.
The machine noise came from the half of the tiled house on the east side.
This half of the room was approximately twenty meters long and contained eight machines, each about one meter seventy-eight meters tall, resting on a base approximately seventy to eighty centimeters wide. At the highest point of the machine was a platform, upon which lay a heap of broken glass. The glass, heated red-hot, had become liquid, and was now flowing downward in streams of thread.
Wan Feng frowned and thought for a long time but couldn't figure out what this was for. He really had no memory of this machine at all.
Since he didn't know what it was about, Wan Feng didn't take it seriously and led Hui into the cooperative.
In the cooperative, Wan Feng bought Hui a candy worth one cent and a pound of peach cakes, and then started chatting with the people in the cooperative.
"What does that factory outside produce?"
The reason why the salesperson answered Wan Feng's question was definitely not because Wan Feng spent three cents here, but because there was no one else in the store. He probably answered it with the attitude that he was free anyway.
"Glass thread pulling."
"What's the point of pulling out the glass fibers?"
"I don't know. It seems to be for a factory in Ronghua Township."
Glass filament, also known as glass fiber, seems to have no use in rural areas, but Wan Feng remembers that it seems to be used in many chemical fields.
"Where does this glass fiber factory get so much broken glass?" Wan Feng asked casually.
Drawing glass fibers requires broken glass. I wonder if this drawing factory collects broken glass?
"We mainly use ready-made blanks, but the cost is high, so we also accept some broken glass. Our cooperative accepts broken glass, and the price is one cent for five pounds."
Two cents per pound!
Wan Feng suddenly felt a light in his heart, and his heart couldn't help but beat faster.
Wan Feng didn't say anything else. He bought a box of Diehua cigarettes and took Hui out of the cooperative.
Since the cooperative is purchasing from the glass fiber factory, there must be a price difference. If he can find the leader of the factory to talk to him, he will make money from the difference!
After leaving the cooperative and going to the front, Wanfeng entered the glass fiber factory.
The glass fiber factory has a separate yard, just behind the workshop. It was built with stones in the brigade's spacious yard to form a yard of three to four hundred square meters, and there are also several simple houses.
There was nothing in the yard except a broken bicycle leaning against the left wall.
Wan Feng led Hui into the office.
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