A large square basket made of welded iron bars was placed on the old-fashioned scale. As soon as the carriage chain was opened, Liang Wan used an iron rake to scoop the broken glass into the basket.
This basket can hold about four to five hundred kilograms. Five baskets were soaked in total, which weighed a total of two thousand one hundred and fifty-six kilograms. Song Yuancheng wrote down two thousand two hundred kilograms with a stroke of his pen.
The extra forty-odd pounds were worth thirty cents, and the money for the cigarettes Wan Fengjin gave away came from here.
Of course, Wan Feng did not put the three cents into his pocket, but gave him another box of cigarettes.
These glasses were sold for a total of more than fourteen yuan. After deducting the purchase cost and shipping fee, Wanfeng still made a profit of more than ten yuan on paper.
Decades later, these ten yuan were not enough for an ordinary person to buy a pack of cigarettes, but in 1980 it was definitely a considerable income.
Seeing that it was still early, Wan Feng and Song Yuancheng chatted for a while.
"Uncle Song, who do you sell these glass fibers to?"
"Bohai City built a chemical plant in Ronghua Mountain, and these glass fibers were sent there. I don't know what they were used for."
Guangming Mountain is dozens of miles away from the Yongshi Commune. In the 1980s, when people basically had to walk to get around, this distance was not considered short.
What's the situation of building a raw material factory so far away?
After saying goodbye to Song Yuancheng, Wan Feng and Liang Wan drove back.
Liang Wan asked Wan Feng what the purpose of sending broken glass to the wire drawing factory was.
This was the typical peasant mentality at the time. They looked down on people who did business and naturally didn't understand the ins and outs of the matter.
"To make money?"
"How can this make money?" Liang Wan asked confusedly.
Wan Fengzhen smiled innocently: "I can't tell you this, it's a trade secret."
Liang Wan was unhappy: "You're still talking about business secrets. Let's see how capable you are. How much money can you make this time?"
“It’s also a trade secret.”
"My dear, I might really be your father-in-law in the future. If you play tricks on me, I won't marry my daughter to you in the future."
I didn’t plan to have it!
However, Wan Feng felt that since Liang Wan asked, it would seem a bit disrespectful to his elders if he didn't, and it was no longer a secret.
"Hehe! If that's the case, I'll tell you secretly. Don't tell anyone else. I won't even tell my aunt and uncle."
"I promise not to go out."
"The direct profit is about five dollars, and if you include the indirect profit, it's probably about eight or nine dollars."
Wan Feng's indirect profit is the profit from exchanging broken glass for books. If these indirect profits are included, his profit is more than ten yuan.
"How long will it take to earn eight or nine dollars?" Liang Wan cracked the whip. These horses also knew how to be sneaky and would start to dawdle if he didn't whip them.
"Eight."
Liang Wan's hands trembled. Eight out of eight people made eight or nine yuan! On average, one yuan was earned. This figure was a bit shocking to him.
He toiled for more than 250 days a year in the production team, and could only get 30 or 40 yuan in a good year. If the year was bad, he could only take the rations to burn grass at home.
But this guy easily earned eight or nine yuan! This year, he should have earned more than three hundred yuan, enough to build a new house.
This is the income of those state employees.
Now his eldest son and two sisters-in-law who live in his house, four laborers, earn less in a year than this son does in half a year. He is a little confused about this world.
"Damn it! This deal from you is enough to keep me working in the production team for two or three months. When will I be able to earn three hundred yuan a year? I don't know when these poor days will end." Liang Wan sighed.
Anyway, it would take some time before they got home, so Wan Feng chatted with Liang Wan in order to kill time.
"There are actually many ways to make money now. The country has begun reform and opening up. It all depends on whether you can discover and seize them. If you can, you can definitely make a fortune."
Wan Feng knew that it had been almost two years since the Third Plenary Session of the 18th CPC Central Committee, and some policies had begun to be implemented in rural areas. Now in rural areas, as long as you were brave and sharp-eyed, getting rich first was not a problem at all.
“But why can’t I see any clues?”
"You will see it slowly." Wan Feng couldn't explain this to the other party. Liang Wan is still a traditional farmer, and the concepts formed over the years are deeply rooted and cannot be changed in a short time.
Even if I was exhausted and thirsty, he might not understand.
Let time and environment change him slowly.
After returning to Wahou, Wan Feng and Liang Wan parted ways.
Facts proved that Liang Wan's promise to keep the secret was worthless. Less than an hour after Wan Feng and his team returned to the depression, the news that Wan Feng had earned eight or nine yuan was spread by him to the whole team.
"When you took the broken glass to exchange for books to read, I thought Biaozi had touched your head. I kept wondering why you exchanged so much broken glass. It turns out that you can sell it for money." At around four o'clock, Wan Feng came back from Xu Bin's house and walked towards his grandmother's house. When he passed by the door of Luan Feng's grandmother's house, Luan Feng flew out of her grandmother's house in a gorgeous dress.
Biaozi is a local slang term for insulting someone, meaning a fool, idiot, or mentally ill.
"You found out so soon?" It had only been a little over an hour since Wan Feng returned to the swamp and separated from Liang Wan, and Luan Feng knew the news.
“I just went to my grandfather’s place and listened to Liang Wan.”
This gossipy old man can't hold back on his fart.
"What's wrong with you looking so happy?" Wan Feng stuffed a piece of candy into Luan Feng's hand while speaking.
"There's a movie in Liutun tonight, do you want to go?"
Judging from Luan Feng’s expression, the movie is guaranteed to be closer to her than her mother.
Watching movies actually has little appeal to Wan Feng, but there really was nothing to do in that era, and entertainment at that time could not avoid movies. Wan Feng remembers that movies almost ran through people's entertainment life throughout the 1980s.
Usually during this period, people of Wan Feng's age would ask what kind of movie he was in, whether it was a war movie, but the style changed for Wan Feng.
"I don't want to go, it's boring!"
Luan Feng was a straightforward person and could not hide her expression at all. Her smile faded immediately and was replaced by a sad expression.
"You have to go. I need your protection."
Protect you? Pay me?
"Nonsense! You're like a bunch of idiots, who would dare to mess with you?"
“No—?”
I didn't expect that this woman would actually act like a spoiled child, twisting the word "no" into something as complicated as a winding mountain road!
Wan Feng shuddered.
It might rain tomorrow.
Seeing Luan Feng's expression, Wan Feng said helplessly: "Okay, I'll find you after dinner."
When I got back to my grandma's house, she had already prepared dinner, and my uncle and aunt had also returned from work.
After dinner, Uncle Pohuang took the initiative to take Wanfeng to the movies.
It must be his future aunt who gave him some love.
Wan Feng curled his lips and said, "I won't follow you to be a light bulb. I'll go with my friends."
Then he ran out in a flash.
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