Wan Feng returned to the tractor holding the hot pot in his left hand and a bundle of New Year pictures in his right hand.
At this time, Xiao Dexiang had already welded the iron carport and was installing it on the tractor trailer.
The iron shed is a little smaller than the truck bed and fits perfectly in the truck bed. It is fixed to the guardrail with screws in the front and fixed to the car bed panels with screws on the left, right and back.
After the installation was completed, Wan Feng checked it and found it was very sturdy.
Now, as long as we cover it with tarpaulin, a carport will be completed. It can not only protect against wind and rain but also ensure that people are not thrown out. The iron shed welded with such thick steel pipes can ensure that it will not be deformed even if the truck bed overturns, thus ensuring the safety of people to the greatest extent.
After the New Year, when the carport is not in use, just unscrew these screws and lift the carport off the truck bed to restore it to its original state.
Wan Feng was very satisfied and paid the money.
As for the iron box that had not been welded yet, Xiao Dexiang asked Wan Feng to come and take it away in two days.
"Your factory doesn't look lively at all?" Wan Feng and Xiao Dexiang squatted at the entrance of the machinery factory, smoking and chatting.
"It's almost over. I can only manage until the end of the first year, and I don't know if I can go back to work during the New Year."
"Our team's industrial plant has been built, and we have a blast furnace. All we need is the machine tools our commune promised us. After the New Year, when the weather warms up, we'll erect the blast furnace, install the machine tools, and then we can develop our own products. How are your contacts here? I'm counting on you."
"People are not a problem. As long as you have products, sales channels and profitability, people are not a problem."
"Do you think we'll be without products? In the future, many products that you can't even imagine now will come out of our industry. In the future, Wahou Industry will become a well-known enterprise in the province and even the country."
Xiao Dexiang smiled and said, "Just because you come up with all those weird things, I believe what you say."
"In the future, you will bring your people over and be responsible for production. As long as you can realize my ideas, our profits will surge like the rising tide."
Wan Feng's words were equivalent to making a promise to Xiao Dexiang. It was unrealistic to let him be the director of the industrial factory. After all, he was not a native of Wahou and would be resisted by local forces. But if he was only responsible for production, there would be no such impact.
Xiao Dexiang naturally understood what Wan Feng meant, but said nothing.
Seeing that it was getting noon, Wan Feng drove his tractor home.
His task in the afternoon was to cut the tarpaulin and sew it to the carport.
He doesn't need to do this kind of thing himself, there are plenty of people to help him.
Luan Feng's family got one of the two sacks of apples, and naturally her family got half of the six bundles of New Year pictures.
"You have to pay for these things." Wan Feng said seriously.
Luan Feng stood proudly in the snow like a plum blossom, and replied with only one word: "Okay!"
But just saying it means not paying the money.
Wan Feng estimated that there was a 90% chance that this sack of apples would not last more than 15 minutes if it fell into Luan Feng's hands.
But he didn't care about it. He had already bought it, so whether there was any left for the New Year was none of his business.
When I returned to my grandma's house, another strange thing happened.
What Wan Feng doesn’t understand is why his uncle would choose hot pot over apples?
The way he held the hot pot made Wan Feng conclude that he would never be so affectionate when he hugged Jiang Xue.
Then the hot pot was carried into his room, and he threatened that he was the only one who could keep it safe.
There's no point in keeping a broken hot pot. Just buy a new one if it breaks.
After dinner, Wan Feng lay on the kang and wondered what he needed for the New Year.
Now we have couplets, New Year pictures, and even meat, although less.
The only problem with food is the lack of vegetables. There is nothing that can be done about it. Hongya may not even have a greenhouse, so even if he has money, he has nowhere to buy them.
Unfortunately, the mountains here are all poor and there are not even rabbits. If we could catch a few rabbits, it would be great to stew radishes during the New Year.
Can someone on the street buy me two bags of flour and rice in a few days?
I'm afraid I'll have to go find Zhou Bingde for this.
Grandma finally decided to burn firewood. The kang was very hot. Wan Feng lay on the kang and thought about all sorts of things. After thinking for a while, he fell asleep.
He had a dream. He dreamed that he was sledding in the ice and snow of Heilongjiang. His younger brother and sister were sitting on the sled and he was responsible for pushing it. He accidentally pushed the sled into a ditch and it overturned.
He saw his mother rushing towards him with a stick, and he decided to run.
But his legs felt like they were filled with lead and he couldn't run fast. Seeing his mother catching up with him, he got anxious and woke up!
But after realizing that it was just a dream, Wan Feng stared at the ceiling for a long time, then got up, found paper and pen and started writing a letter.
Hello, Dad, Mom, Brothers and Sisters:
I'm doing well at my grandma's house. My grandma is great, my grandpa is great, my uncle and aunt are great, and my new aunt is also very kind to me. I miss you all so much. I will take good care of myself. I hope you don't miss me too much...
As I wrote, tears began to flow.
But as the tears flowed, he smiled again.
I'm not a child, why should I cry?
There is no feeling in crying.
But he still insisted on finishing the letter, of course he only said the nice things, and he didn't say a word about the strange things he had done.
Write the letter and put it in an envelope. When I go to the market in Black Lagoon the day after tomorrow, I will buy stamps, put them in the envelope and mail it.
Mail some money to your parents?
After thinking about it, he rejected this idea. It has always been his parents who sent money here. If he sends money home, his mother will definitely be suspicious of the source of the money. If he doesn't pay it back, he won't have a peaceful New Year.
After locking the letter in the box, Wan Feng climbed up from the kang. He still had to fix the carport in the afternoon.
Originally, he wanted to find two people to help him build the carport, but when he arrived at Luan Feng's house, he found that Yang Qillang, Jiang Xishui and others were still there. This time he didn't need to hire anyone and even saved money.
After measuring the size, cut the tarpaulin, fold it and cover the carport. Then use the needle and thread for sewing sacks to sew the tarpaulin firmly to the steel beams of the carport, leaving a door at the back of the trailer.
It took nearly two hours to build this carport.
After the carport was completed, Wan Feng and Yang Qilang ran into the shed and sat for a while.
The truck bed was covered with thick dry straw and tarpaulin, so you didn't feel cold at all inside.
Wan Feng threw a cigarette to Yang Qilang: "Tell me how your girl-hunting is going?"
Yang Qilang lit a cigarette and took a puff: "It seems that there is no progress. Every time I come, she doesn't even look at me or talk to me."
"Did you give her anything secretly?"
"I secretly put something in her pocket twice. Once it was a box of Wan Zi Qian Hong, and once it was Pechoin."
"How did she react?"
"No reaction at all."
"She didn't return the things you gave her to you or spread the news?"
Yang Qilang shook his head: "Nothing. Sometimes I really hope she'll make a fuss."
Wan Feng laughed on the side, and to Yang Qilang, the laughter sounded a bit like gloating.
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