The cement at that time was not like the cement we have today, which is just packed in a torn woven bag and is obviously not valuable.
At that time, their packaging was the kind of kraft paper that has disappeared in later generations, and it was double-layer kraft paper. The packaging boards were neat and looked very high-end. Most of the kraft paper seen on the market at that time came from these cement bags.
Many students used this kind of kraft paper to cover their books back then.
In 1980, cement was more valuable than coal, and its price was two to three times that of coal, with a price of between twenty and thirty yuan per ton.
After Zhang Hai bought the machinery, he had to deal with these two things. As for the sand for making bricks and tiles, he didn't have to worry about it. The sand stored on the river beaches of Wahou Team and Shanhou Team was enough for them to use for decades.
Now several large trucks from the Wahou team are pulling sand into the site.
What kind of setbacks and troubles Zhang Hai will experience is not Wan Feng's current concern. His energy has now shifted to the all-commune sports conference that will be held soon.
On the morning of June 1st, the sixteen members of the sports team, together with the physical education teacher Li Yi and the school's principal Xue Yongjiu, a total of eighteen people got on Yang Hong's tractor.
In order to support education, the brigade sent a tractor truck to pick up and drop off the vehicles.
Two teachers sat on each side of the tractor's two driving wheels like bodyguards, and the students sat in the truck bed.
Five people were standing at the front guardrail, all with their faces raised to let the wind blow on them, all of them looking very passionate.
Wan Feng did not run to the guardrail to be blown by the wind, but sat in the middle position on the left side of the truck bed. There were two benches on both sides of the truck bed, which were fixed to the truck bed with wire. The rest of the people sat facing each other.
Liu Shengan sat at the rear of the car, lowered his head and isolated himself from the surroundings. Apart from his classmates, he had almost no communication with others.
The tractor rumbled along, leaving behind a cloud of dust and arriving at the Yongshi Commune Central School.
The streets of Yongshi Commune were deserted except for the hospital, the supply and marketing cooperative, the commune "government" and the No. 25 Middle School at that time, far from the scene of tall buildings lining the streets decades later.
The Central School is located on the westernmost side of Daobei. The school is more than five times larger than Jiangwei School and has three rows of houses in front, middle and back.
About twenty meters from the school gate is the first row of houses. There is a large gate in the middle of the house. To the right of the gate is the sports school, and to the left of the gate are the school's warehouse and some miscellaneous places.
The No. 25 Sports School is well-known in Beiliao Province. It has trained many national champions, and some of the athletes have won gold and silver medals in intercontinental competitions.
Therefore, students from sports schools are very powerful in the central school.
The second row of houses is located in the center of the school square, half of which is the school office and half is classroom.
The third row of houses is at the back of the school, right next to the wall. It is full of classrooms, including classrooms for grades seven and eight.
At that time, the central school had eight classes from sixth to eighth grade, plus the sports school and teaching staff, with a total population of nearly 1,500.
This sports meeting also included students from all the brigades in the commune, and the square between the first and second rows of houses was packed with people.
A running track has been drawn in white in the center of the field, and areas have been marked out outside the track. Each area has a flag with the name of each school written on it.
Tractors were not allowed to enter the school, so Yang Hong unloaded the students at the school gate and drove the tractor aside.
Wan Feng and his companions got off the car at the school gate, and under the guidance of Li Yi, they walked into the school and came to the flag of Jiangwei Brigade School.
More than twenty chairs and three desks have been set up here in advance. This will be their base for the next two days.
To the left of the Jiangwei Battalion is the location of the Huaguang Battalion, and to the right is the location of the Dafangshen Battalion.
These two brigades are the richest brigades in the Yongshi Commune. Each brigade has large orchards and some village-run industries, so the income from their members' work is considerable.
Other students not only wear white shirts and blue pants on the outside, but also shorts and vests with the brigade name printed on them on the inside.
Looking back at the students of Jiangwei Brigade, their uniforms were as messy as the flags of all nations, all kinds of things.
At 7:30, the entrance ceremony began. The first to enter was the central school, holding red flags and beating waist drums in a very neat formation.
Then came the student representative teams from various brigade groups.
There are ten brigades in the Warrior Commune, plus the Central School, so there are eleven student teams. Except for the Jiangwei Brigade which has only a dozen people, the student representative teams of the other brigades have more than twenty people, and the largest one is probably more than thirty people.
Therefore, when the Jiangwei Brigade representatives, whose uniforms were disheveled and whose members were sparse, entered the venue, they became an eye-catching sight, and some people who were just watching the fun and not afraid of causing any trouble whistled.
Some students in Jiangwei School had ashamed expressions on their faces, while others also had serious expressions. Only Wan Feng did not take it seriously and scanned the situation casually with his head.
After entering the venue and returning to his team's position, Li Yi took out the printed schedule.
Wan Feng took it and looked at it carefully. The entire schedule was packed with competition events, but there was no event for him in the morning. There was only one event for him in the afternoon, which was the 800 meters.
Because this sports meet was held together by the school and the middle school, the schedule was very tight. From the moment the entrance ceremony ended, the competitions were carried out one after another without interruption.
Since Wan Feng had no projects, he became a cheerleader, cheering for the students from the Jiangwei team.
At first, the competitions were for the lower grade groups. The Jiangwei team sent out two players but neither of them won a place. Instead, the two neighboring teams each won first place.
While they were cheering, they also looked down upon Jiang Wei.
The top six finishers in each event receive points, with first place receiving six points, second place receiving five points, and so on until sixth place receives one point.
Until nine o'clock in the morning, Jiangwei School had not scored a single point, while Huaguang and Dafangshen School had already scored fourteen points and twelve points respectively.
Jiangwei School was discriminated against by these two schools, especially Huaguang School, where a guy who seemed to be quite prestigious in their school looked at Xu Bin, who was sitting closest to him, with contempt.
"Are you from Jiangwei School here for a tour? How come you haven't earned any points yet?" This guy is a little fat, and it was rare to see kids with this body type in the 1980s.
Xu Bin squinted his eyes at the guy and asked, "Does it matter to you whether we have points or not?"
"Humph! Seeing you all dressed like beggars, you don't look like you can earn any points. I guess you'll have to go home with nothing, hahahaha!"
Fatty's laughter was very harsh, like the sound of an iron rake scraping against concrete.
Xu Bin got angry at that moment and stood up suddenly.
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