Walking out of the gate of means of production, Wan Feng looked at the crowds passing through the street and took a deep breath.
There's a saying that goes, if you ignore me now, I'll make it so that you can't reach me later.
Seeing that it was already ten o'clock in the morning, Wan Feng decided to go home.
It was not yet half past ten when the car arrived at Yongshi Commune, and Wan Feng turned into the commune's tractor station.
He still had one thing to do.
The tractors in the commune's tractor station were neatly arranged, and none of them were working outside.
The drivers were hiding in the tall maintenance workshop of the tractor station and playing poker with their bare chests.
Liang Yuan leaned against the wall bored, staring blankly at the ceiling. He was watching a troublemaker that accidentally flew into the house and was frantically looking for a place to escape.
"Is Master Xiao Liang here?"
Liang Yuan turned his head ninety degrees to the right with the wall as the axis, and saw a young man with a sly look in his eyes asking questions to those who were playing poker.
He looks very familiar. I must have seen this boy somewhere. Now I remember, isn’t this the little guy who hired a tractor from the tractor station to go to Daying Commune to pull firewood last winter?
When Liang Yuan thought of this little guy, he couldn't help but think of the hot pot he had eaten at the Great Britain Commune Restaurant that day.
It seems like I haven’t been to a restaurant in a long time.
Liang Yuan jumped up: "Are you looking for me?"
"Yes, I'm looking for you. Let's talk outside."
Liang Yuan ran out of the workshop and followed Wan Feng out of the tractor station and came to a big tree beside the road.
Wan Feng handed Liang Yuan a cigarette. "Master Liang, let me ask you, are the people at your tractor station state employees?"
"Bullshit, we are not state employees, we are just temporary workers."
Temporary worker, that's easy.
"So how much do you earn a month?"
"Ten dollars, one hundred and twenty dollars a year."
That’s all!
"Brother Liang, when we were pulling firewood last winter, I was very impressed by your personality and skills. Are you interested in working for us?"
Liang Yuan blinked a few times and looked at Wan Feng in confusion: "Where are you going? Jiang Wei?"
Wan Feng nodded. "Yes, we are currently short of a 22 tractor driver. I think you are familiar with that tractor. It was used at the tractor station."
"Which car? The car is in such bad condition!"
"When the car came to us last year, the engine had been overhauled. Except for the crankshaft and connecting rods, everything else was replaced. Now the car is in great condition."
"Is that so? There's no driver now?"
"The original driver is planning to start his own business. We are now short of a driver. The monthly salary is 30 yuan, with monthly expenses. The driver is required to deliver red bricks from Wahou to the county town. Two trips a day for loading and unloading will not affect you. Your home is in Tsushima Village, not far from Jiangwei. Would you consider it?"
He knew that the Jiangwei Brigade's vehicles were used to deliver bricks and tiles to the county town.
The monthly salary is 30 yuan, which is three times his current salary. The distance from his home to the commune and to Jiangwei is almost the same, so there is no problem of distance from home.
"Don't you guys take a break in the winter? It's probably about three months, right? How do you calculate these three months?"
"Except for the Lunar New Year month, I get paid the rest of the time. Tractors also need maintenance and repairs in the winter."
This means 330 yuan for eleven months, which is quite high in rural areas and 210 yuan more than his original salary.
Liang Yuan thought seriously for a minute: "I'll do it, but when should I go?"
Anyone who doesn't do it is a fool.
"Tomorrow, come find me tomorrow morning when you get to the depression. You can arrange your own work and rest schedule. Just deliver two truckloads of bricks to the county town a day. The work is not difficult."
"Okay, then I'll come find you at seven tomorrow."
"That's a deal."
After saying goodbye to Liang Yuan, Wan Feng drove to the tractor station immediately. When he arrived at Dagou Village, Wujia Brigade, two people carrying two large bags on the side of the road caught Wan Feng's attention.
One of them looked very familiar. When the car came in front of them, Wan Feng slammed on the brakes.
Isn’t this Jiang Ming!
Jiang Ming was chatting with a stranger whom Wan Feng didn't know, with saliva flying all over his body. It was obvious that he was bragging.
Wan Feng's motorcycle stopped beside them with a squeak, which scared the two of them. When Jiang Ming saw that it was Wan Feng, he was immediately overjoyed and climbed onto the truck bed without saying a word.
"Uncle Jiang, why are you here?"
"Isn't this the Warrior Commune? We'll get off at the Warrior Commune."
There is nothing wrong with this understanding.
"If you're walking, you should get off at Gushan Commune. It's much closer to walk from Gushan Commune to Wahou than getting off at Yongshi Commune and walking to Wahou. Our team is closer to Gushan Commune than to Yongshi Commune. We just have to cross a river."
"How would we know?"
Wan Feng shook his head, thinking that it was his fault for not explaining it clearly.
"Next time you come, just take the bus all the way to Gushan Commune and get off. You'll find out how to get to Wahou by asking. That road is two-thirds closer than this one, and this one takes a longer detour to Wahou."
"Remember next time, we'll get off at Lonely Mountain."
"Hold on tight, don't fall."
Wan Feng gave some instructions, started the motorcycle and quickly arrived behind the depression.
Wan Feng drove the car directly to Luan Feng's house. The two of them probably hadn't eaten yet, so they just had a bite at Luan Feng's house.
Anyway, there are many workers staying at Luan Feng's house and eating there every day, so he doesn't mind having two more people.
It doesn’t matter whether the food is delicious or not, as long as you can fill yourself up, that’s fine.
"This is my brother-in-law Xu Zonglai. I brought him here to carry the shoes back." During the meal, Jiang Ming introduced the man who looked to be about twenty-four or twenty-five to Wan Feng.
Wan Feng and Xu Zonglai shook hands.
"Did you sell out the goods you got last time?"
Jiang Ming and Wan Feng came to Dewa in the afternoon of the 3rd and left on the 4th. He returned to Harbin on the 6th at the latest. Today is August 11th. Minus the two days of his journey, he has been at home for three or four days.
"Damn, the clothes were sold out in just two days after I got home. It was mainly because of the electronic watches that delayed me for two days. Otherwise, I would have returned a long time ago. Guess how much I sold the clothes for?"
"Here, whether in the county town or in the rural market, a piece of clothing or a pair of pants only costs 6.5 yuan. The most you can sell it for is 8 yuan."
"Hey, I sell my clothes for five dollars and my pants for three dollars."
"Hurry up, I have to pick up the goods quickly, I have to rush back in the afternoon?"
This guy is getting impatient.
"Is there a car this afternoon?"
"A new bus to Gai County will leave at around 2:00 PM. We'll board the train directly after arriving there. Please give me another 30-yuan electronic watch."
In this case, Wan Feng didn't delay any longer and took Jiang Ming to the garment warehouse to pick out goods.
"Just when you finish picking up the goods, you can take our tractor that delivers bricks to the county town. There will be no delay at all. You pick up the goods here, and I will go back to get the watch for you."
Wan Feng rode his bike back to his grandmother's house to get thirty electronic watches. When he came back, Jiang Ming's clothes had already been picked out.
Wan Feng immediately took them to the shoe factory to get the shoes.
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