"Uncle Yuan, I'd like to ask, if someone pays a printing house to print a batch of things, can they take it on?"
Yuan Hai had never experienced this problem before, and he didn't know if it would work, so he hesitated for a while.
"There is no such precedent. I am not good."
"Uncle Yuan, to be honest, I want to print a batch of products before the New Year. The output is not large, about a hundred yuan. Can you see if it's possible? If this batch is done, I will come back to you for more things."
Yuan Chuanzong pondered for a moment. "One hundred yuan isn't much, but I can't make the decision. I'll go back and ask the factory manager. How about I give you a reply next week?"
"No problem. Uncle Yuan, I've finished asking questions. I won't disturb your rest. Your Yimin and I will go out and play for a while."
As he spoke, Wan Feng threw down a box of Pegasus cigarettes and pulled Yuan Yimin out of the house.
After leaving the house, Yuan Yimin breathed a sigh of relief.
Wan Feng looked at Yuan Yimin with disdain: "You should be more open-minded in the future. Don't always judge others by their own standards. You should be grateful to me. If it weren't for me, you might still be stuck at home. Now go and have fun by yourself. I have to go to Shutun to do some business."
Wan Feng had just taken two steps when the leg of his trousers suddenly tightened.
He lowered his head and saw Yuan Yimin's puppy biting Wan Feng's trouser leg, staring at him with his eyes wide open and making a low, slightly childish growl.
This thing must be holding a grudge against Wan Feng for lifting it high up just now, and is here to take revenge.
Wan Feng lowered his head and picked it up, then raised it above his head.
The dog immediately tucked its tail between its legs again, its eyes darting around with an expression of fear.
"Do you still dare to threaten me?"
The dog barked twice.
Wan Feng put the dog down, patted its head twice, and put it on the ground. Then he said goodbye to Yuan Yimin and rode his bike down the mountain.
When I got to the bottom of the slope, I unexpectedly ran into a group of people.
This group of people are the ones who are inspecting the venue. They are the cadres of the Jiangwei Brigade.
The cadres went outside and rode away on their bikes, leaving only a few people from the team behind.
When Zhang Hai saw Wan Feng coming down on a bicycle, he quickly called out to Wan Feng.
"Cock, come here."
Paralyzed Cock has become his name.
Wan Feng came up to the group with a dark face.
After Zhang Hai said goodbye to the brigade cadres, he looked at Wan Feng with a smile: "..."
"I'm warning you, if you call me a dick again, I'll be angry with you."
Zhang Hai didn't take Wan Feng's threat seriously at all. After a burst of laughter, he patted Wan Feng on the head.
"The brigade is very supportive of us. The brigade's tractors are always available. We hope that we can take the lead in developing our sideline businesses and become role models for the Jiangwei Brigade."
"Then what?"
“No more.”
Basically it is equivalent to moral support or standing on the sidelines to watch the fun.
"Nephew, we've almost got the stone and wood for the factory building. What do you think we should do next?"
"What about the cement and bricks for building factories and brick kilns? We can't just use stones, right?"
"Tomorrow I'll have the brigade's tractors go to Lifang Commune to haul bricks and cement back. Once everything arrives, we'll start construction."
Zhang Hai does have a decisive and efficient style.
"After the first two rains, the ground was like a jar of soy sauce. This ground needs to be compacted. The rainy season is about a month away. Before the rainy season arrives, this ground needs to be compacted with a stone roller."
"But simple pressure won't work either. It will still be washed away if it rains heavily." Zhang Hai asked worriedly.
"Just flatten it and throw the sand up. The problem will be solved by throwing a layer of sand. As for the road problem, which road are you planning to build?"
Because the site is located inside a ditch, at the confluence of two east and west ridges, there are two roads.
One road is the road leading to the ditch in front of the house on the west side of the ditch, which is the road Wan Feng and his friends are walking on now, and the other is the field road on the opposite side of the ditch on the east side.
"I'm going to take the Dongliang road. There aren't many households in Dongliang, so it's quiet. Also, a lot of the roads in Dongliang are on the hillside, and the gravel underneath is stronger than the Xiliang road."
This is Dongliang's advantage.
"And I don't know if Liang Wan has spoken to you yet, but I've contacted the people at Gushan Machinery Factory about mold design and production. Why don't you find time to meet with them and discuss it?"
"Liang Wan, but there's no rush for this yet, let's wait a few days."
Wan Feng nodded, got on his bike and rushed towards Shutun.
A lot of children had gathered outside Xu Bin's house, carrying bags and baskets, which were naturally filled with glass.
These things that come and go in small quantities are all weighed using an old-fashioned scale from Xu Bin's home. It's not a kilogram scale, but it can weigh up to 20 kilograms.
If the order is large, Wan Feng will borrow the scale from the supply and marketing cooperative.
Wan Feng and Xu Bin were busy like bees collecting, returning and renting books.
"Brother! There are two pages missing from this book, and one page has been smeared with ink." Wan Feng was taking notes when Xu Bin's voice suddenly came from beside him.
That’s true!
Wan Feng turned his head to look.
Xu Bin opened the book and held it in front of Wan Feng, then turned to another place.
"These two places, and the last page, were inked."
The last page had turned black. Wan Feng took a closer look and found that it was not ink but soot from the bottom of a pot.
If the last page is crossed out, the book becomes useless.
"Who sent it back?" Wan Feng asked with a frown. He had been renting books for two months, and this was the first time such a thing had happened.
"Zhang Fugui, he's in the fourth grade, in the same class as us." Xu Bin pointed at a child in front of him.
The boy named Zhang Fugui lowered his head and looked a little timid.
"Zhang Fugui, your book doesn't look like it was damaged accidentally. It seems like you did it on purpose. Give me an explanation." Wan Feng said lightly.
Zhang Fugui twisted his body slightly twice and raised his head, thinking about something but nothing.
His expression was very unnatural, with a mixture of humiliation, helplessness, and unwillingness on his face.
A fourth-grade child shouldn't have such a complicated expression. Wasn't it him who broke the book?
"You didn't do it?"
Zhang Fugui hesitated for a moment before saying, "I did it."
"You know you have to pay for damaging a book. The book is priced at nine cents. Do you have the money to pay?"
Zhang Fugui shook his head.
"No money? Then what are you going to do?"
Zhang Fugui said, "I can collect the broken glass and then use it to make money, okay?"
Wan Feng nodded. "Okay, then you have to deliver 30 kilograms of broken glass. How long do you plan to take?"
"Can you send it in a week?"
"Okay, Zhang Fugui! Let me ask you again, are you sure you damaged this book yourself?"
Zhang Fugui hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded.
"Then I won't rent you any more books until you've paid for this one. Do you understand?"
Zhang Fugui nodded.
"Go ahead."
Zhang Fugui turned around and left dejectedly.
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