Wouldn't it be a joke if you care about these bricks while working in a brick factory?
"Then it's settled."
Wang Hefuzi came with his tools in a donkey cart. Their job was to cut wood to make doors, windows and house frames.
Wan Feng told Wang and his son about his requirements for doors, windows and house frames.
The materials for the frame of the house were produced in the local mountains, and the materials for the doors and windows were bought from a timber company, all neatly stacked against the west wall.
Wang and his son unloaded the tools from the donkey cart and soon started working.
Carpenters in the 1980s were still traditional carpenters, using old-fashioned planes, adzes, and saws, and their work efficiency was very low.
Wan Feng began to recall what an electric planer looked like and wondered if there would be a market for making a set of carpentry equipment.
Zhang Hai returned from the commune around three in the afternoon.
"Nephew, can you invent a rice harvester?" It was time to harvest rice, and Zhang Hai thought of Wan Feng again.
Zhang Hai now simply regards Wan Feng as a scientific inventor, and relies on Wan Feng to create a machine for everything.
"That's impossible to invent. The best I can do is get people to replace their sickles with castrations. There's nothing else I can do."
Wan Feng was watching the bricklayers digging the foundation and rejected Zhang Hai's suggestion without thinking. Rice harvesting is not a fun thing. In his previous life, even when it was 18 years ago when Wan Feng was harvesting rice, he didn't see any decent machines.
It's okay if there is no water in the paddy field, but if the water in the paddy field cannot be drained cleanly, it will be useless to use any machine.
"Why not? I think the peeling and thresher you made is pretty good. You should be bolder and take bigger steps!" Zhang Hai started speaking in an official tone.
You must not take big steps in front of a rice harvester, or you may get hurt!
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