This road must be paved. Next year, maybe there will be buses carrying vendors arriving in Wa. If there is no good road, they will not be able to survive.
This village dirt road leading to the county highway outside must not only be hardened but also widened to accommodate at least two cars, and the thickness of the cement on the roadside must not be less than ten centimeters.
Otherwise it won't be long before it's all over.
Unfortunately, cement factories don’t have 425 cement now, and 325 cement doesn’t seem to be very good.
However, now is obviously not the best time to build a road. Even if we want to build this road this year, we have to wait until September and October, when there will be less rain and the road construction will be continuous.
The distance from Wahou to the south end of Xiaoshutun is nearly two kilometers. It is unlikely that a cement road can be completed within the first year. If not, it will have to be divided into sections.
Then we will first repair the section from Wahou to Waqian, and after this section is completed, we will repair the section from Waqian to Xiaoshutun. A small bridge will also be built across the ditch at the entrance of Xiaoshutun village.
If you want to save time, you need to hire a professional road construction team. Wan Feng decided to hand over the road construction task to Hongya County Highway.
In 1982, they were the only professional road construction team.
"What did we talk about just now?" He was only thinking about building the road and had forgotten what he had just said to Xiao Dexiang.
"Talk about this road."
"Before we talk about the road?"
"Semi-enclosed and fully enclosed tricycles."
Yes, that’s what I mean.
"We can only make the fully enclosed cab by hand right now. How about we buy a stamping machine and make it ourselves?"
"How much does a stamping machine cost?"
"That depends on the tonnage you buy. If you want to keep it ready for the future, you'll need one that's over a thousand tons, which will probably cost tens of thousands of dollars."
"Can Zhang Hai approve this?"
Wan Feng shook his head. “I don’t know. If we don’t buy a stamping machine, then the cabs will have to be outsourced. We simply can’t achieve the required quantity on our own.”
"Outsourcing is fine, so let's find a manufacturer to outsource to."
"Does Hongya have a manufacturer like this or something similar that does this kind of stuff?"
Xiao Dexiang frowned and thought for a long time: "Even if there are capable people, they are still doing it manually. It would be great if we could find a factory with a stamping machine to do the work for us."
"Look for it slowly, you will definitely find it."
As an industrial province, Beiliao even has factories that produce stamping machines, and there must be many factories that use this kind of machine. Hongya should have one, but Wanfeng just doesn't know about it.
If Hongya can't find it, then look for it elsewhere. Hong's factory used to manufacture tractors, so maybe they can process it.
With a series of rumbling sounds, a tricycle stopped in front of the machinery factory.
Xiao Jun ran in with high spirits and waved to Wan Feng.
"I knew you would be here."
I really don't know what there is to be proud of. Since I'm not at the team headquarters, of course I'm here.
"You're out in this weather?"
"Business is so good on this day. I usually don't want to spend money to hire a car, but I have to hire one on this day. I have been busy all morning. I just delivered one and just came back."
That makes sense. If those who were carrying clothes, shoes and hats to the station didn't hire a car to carry them, they would be soaked.
Xiao Jun mysteriously pulled Wan Feng to a corner, took out a handkerchief from his pocket and handed a roll of money inside to Wan Feng.
"This is 1,500 yuan. I'll pay you back these first. I still owe you 2,800 yuan."
"Is this what you earned this month? Is taxiing so profitable?"
It has been about forty days since Xiao Jun bought the tricycle. He has earned fifteen hundred yuan in these forty days, which is almost forty yuan a day?
"Aren't there still three hundred people working on four-wheeled vehicles pulling bricks at the brick factory?"
Xiao Jun hired someone to drive a car to transport bricks to the brick factory, and he made a profit of more than 100 yuan a month.
That's not a small amount, thirty yuan a day, which is more than the salary of a factory worker.
"A conservative estimate is that I'll be able to pay off all my hunger payments by around New Year's Day."
"How about that car? I care more about the tricycle than the money you owe me."
Xiao Jun covered his tricycle with a canvas awning and wiped it frequently so that it still looks like new.
"It's good. There are no problems and it saves a lot of fuel."
You only carry two people and some goods every day. The total load is several hundred pounds, which is not even considered a floating load. It would be strange if there is any problem.
Xiao Jun has found a way to make money, but this road will not last long. Now two people in Wahou and Shanhou have borrowed money to buy tricycles for transportation. It is estimated that by the end of the year there will be at least more than a dozen vehicles for transportation here, and the competition will be fierce.
When Xiao Jun was about to say something, an old customer with a bag on his back hurried over and threw a big bag into Xiao Jun's car bed.
"Brother! Send me to Warrior Station."
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Zhang Hai's work efficiency is really amazing. He actually found construction workers to build the stall in just three days.
The pillars on both sides of the stall are made of reinforced concrete, and the roof is covered with plastic panels compressed by steel beam supports.
This is a project covering an area of 10,000 square meters, and the project is expected to be completed in two to three months before the freezing weather.
Times are not easy.
Wan Feng felt that everything in the depression was developing step by step and leisurely, except for Luan Feng's garment factory.
Luan Feng has started to come up with messy ideas again.
When she discovered that after placing eighty sewing machines and ten overlock machines in the new factory, there was still a large amount of idle space, she thought of moving the old factory there as well, and she realized this idea in a lightning speed.
As the machines moved in, people naturally had to follow, so all the women who were staying at her house were driven out to live in the dormitories of the new factory.
The dormitory of the new factory was a wing room that was more than 30 meters long and 4 meters wide. It has now been converted into a dormitory that is 4 meters long and 4 meters wide. There are a total of 8 dormitories, each with bunk beds for 8 people.
There are fifty people staying here, plus the dozen or so people who originally lived in Luanfeng, which is just enough space for them to stay.
Originally, this room was about ten meters away from the brigade gate. Six meters of this ten-meter distance was temporarily occupied to build two simple bungalows. The four meters outside was used as an office and the two meters inside was used as Jiang Min's single dormitory.
Jiang Min is now the deputy factory director, so of course he should have a single dormitory.
Wan Feng thought Luan Feng was messing around.
"This time my home is finally quiet." After saying that, Luan Feng fell on Wan Feng as if she had been shot.
"Why are you here that dark instead of sleeping at home?"
It's nine o'clock in the evening now. This guy is free this time and comes here in the middle of the night.
Isn’t this Sima Zhao’s intention?
This woman has gone through so many tricks just to date him without anyone knowing. How come all these tricks have been used to this extent?
"I miss you, don't you, a heartless person, ever think of me?"
"I thought about it!" Wan Feng answered without a second's pause. It didn't matter whether he thought about it in his heart or not. The key was that he had to think about it out loud without any hesitation.
"Since the Dragon Boat Festival, it seems like we've been together. I think I'm going to catch a cold again these next couple of days... Hey, hey! You can't sleep. I haven't finished what I'm saying yet."
Wan Feng was already snoring and was prepared to have his ears pulled.
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