Now Wan Feng was the only one left standing alone in the yard, as conspicuous as a seedling in ten acres of land.
"How come there's still one left? How did you... Oh my god, it's you. I was just looking for you."
"Uncle Zhang Hai, I have something to do today. Don't expect me to follow you around." Wan Feng quickly declared. What a joke! The last time he went to check out the venue in the rain, he almost lost his shoes.
"What do you want?"
"I'm going to Gushan to repair my bicycle today. I'm here to borrow a donkey cart, so don't expect me to run around with you even if you bring the flowers down."
Zhang Hai laughed out loud: "I'm going to take you everywhere today. I asked someone to draw the blueprints of the brick kiln and factory building. What do you think?"
Isn’t this bullshit? I won’t even watch it!
Wan Feng glanced at the design drawing quickly.
This design is quite interesting, like a peasant painting.
"Very good, very good." Wan Feng, who was butchering a pig and cutting off its ears, nodded as if he was an expert.
Zhang Hai was delighted: "If it works, we'll start construction in two days and try to build the factory and brick kiln before the rainy season arrives."
It is no longer Wan Feng’s business when the brick kiln is built.
Liang Wan has now almost become Wan Feng's personal driver, but today he is not driving a horse-drawn carriage but a donkey cart.
After all, you don't need a horse-drawn cart to pull a bicycle.
Compared with horses, donkeys appear infinitely thin, which reminds Wan Feng of a folk saying: A thin donkey poops hard shit.
The skinny donkey pulled the donkey cart, and on the cart sat Liang Wan and Wan Feng. The two of them were being pulled by the donkey cart...
It seems like I scolded myself.
Thinking of this, Wan Feng started laughing in his stomach.
Liang Wan looked at the bicycle on the donkey cart that Wan Feng had dismantled into a mess and asked, "Why did you dismantle all this stuff?"
This question has something to do with your IQ. Of course you take down the curtain to repair it, but if you do it just to see him, there's no need to bother.
"Are you going to fix this bike?"
Wan Feng nodded.
"I think it's pretty bad. If this car can be fixed, it would be like buying a new car."
This is simply impossible. It's like buying a new car. Why would he buy it? He should just buy a new car.
"Let's fix it and see if it's not worth it. It's only a few dollars anyway."
Liang Wan was speechless. It was just a matter of a few dollars, but this bragging was so innovative.
Half an hour later, Wanfeng appeared on Gushan Mountain.
At that time, every supply and marketing cooperative had a car repair shop that was dedicated to serving the working people. It was considered a department of the supply and marketing cooperative and also a state-owned unit.
The mechanic at Gushan Supply and Marketing Cooperative, who was about fifty years old, was sitting in front of the repair shop wearing a pair of glasses, watching ants climbing a tree.
The old master acted like a big shot in front of Wan Feng, ordering his two apprentices to analyze the pile of junk that Wan Feng brought.
The two young apprentices sorted Wan Feng's junk into categories and reported to him.
"Son, what are you going to do with these things here?" the old master asked while drinking tea.
"My request is simple, as long as I can ride it back when I go back."
"Puff!" The old master spat out a mouthful of tea. Fortunately, Wan Feng was squatting beside him, otherwise he would have been soaked like a drowned chicken.
"Your waist wouldn't hurt if you just stood there, but you still want to ride these things back?" The old master's eyes were as big as copper bells.
"Master, you will definitely find a way. Look at the way you wear your glasses, you look like a master. You will definitely find a way." As he spoke, Wan Feng quietly placed a bottle of white wine on a table next to him, of course to be seen by the master.
The old master frowned and personally checked Wan Feng's pile of junk.
"The front fork and handlebars are usable, the pedals are a bit bent, but that's fine as long as they're not bent. The racks are... okay. One rim needs a new one, and the other needs to be flattened and replaced with new spokes. The flywheel is pretty badly rusted, so it can be fixed with a little effort. But the rack is the problem. It's made of steel tubing and is hard to restore to its original shape. Even if it can be restored, it's warped. A new rack is going to cost a lot of money."
"Master, if I replace all the rims and the frame with new ones, can you calculate how much it would cost?"
The old master closed his eyes and began to calculate. The number he calculated scared Wan Feng. It would cost more than fifty yuan, and the old master did not calculate or underestimated some of the things coming and going for the sake of a bottle of wine.
This was far beyond Wan Feng's budget, which was no more than twenty yuan.
"Master, how much would it cost if I were to restore this big frame myself?"
"If you don't count the big frame, this car won't cost more than twenty to fix."
"Master, I'll leave everything else to you. I'll figure out the big shelf myself."
Wan Feng turned outside and said to Liang Wan: "Wait here, I'm going to go out and find someone to do something."
Wan Feng ran to Heyan Village across the avenue and found Xiao Jun after a few questions.
"Do you have any relatives at Gushan Machinery Factory?"
Xiao Jun was obviously still bleary-eyed after waking up. "Yes, my second uncle is operating the lathe in there. What can I do for you?"
Wan Feng was overjoyed: "I need to do something at the machinery factory. Take me to see your second uncle."
The machinery factory of Gushan Commune is located on the east side of the national highway, next to the Yinna River, facing the Gushan Mountain on the west side of the road, and diagonally opposite the supply and marketing cooperative.
Xiao Jun led Wan Feng to climb over the wall, as they couldn't get in through the main gate.
According to Xiao Jun, the old man in the mail room of the machinery factory refused to allow children and all kinds of evil spirits to enter.
Xiao Jun's uncle was a machinist. Xiao Jun called his second uncle, who was covered in oil, from the workshop to a secluded place and introduced Wan Feng to his uncle.
"Uncle, this is my best friend Wan Feng, the descendant of Jiang Weiwa. He wants to ask you for something."
Xiao Jun's second uncle looked at Xiao Jun and then at Wan Feng doubtfully. What could a kid do to him?
The old saying is true: Before the troops move, the food and fodder must be checked first.
When he came to Wanfeng, he had nothing to do and the gifts had to be prepared. He understood very well that there would always be brave men when there was a big reward.
Wan Feng took out two boxes of Daqianmen from his pocket and put them into the pocket of Xiao Jun's second uncle.
Two boxes of Daqianmen cost 70 cents, which is basically equivalent to the quality of high-quality Zhonghua cigarettes thirty years later.
"The big frame of my bicycle was run over by a horse carriage and is deformed. Can you fix it for me?" With the gift as a guarantee, Wan Feng made his request without blushing or being nervous.
When Uncle Xiao Jun heard that it was a large bicycle frame, he immediately felt relieved.
"Where is it? Bring it over and let's see it."
"It's at the auto repair shop at the supply and marketing cooperative. I'm afraid I can't get it in."
Township enterprises at that time were quite formal. Things could not be brought in casually, and formal procedures had to be followed to enter and exit.
"I'll go out with you guys. You go to the cooperative first, and I'll ask for leave." After Xiao Dexiang finished speaking, he went to ask for leave from the workshop director.
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