How can the car run if the driver is drunk?
"Uncle Yang, I'm not criticizing you, but as a driver, staying away from alcohol is the most basic bottom line. Look at you now. You ran to lie down in the truck bed. How are you going to get us back?"
Wan Feng's words were like playing the lute to a cow. Yang Hong was already snoring and didn't hear anything at all.
Zhang Hai was dumbfounded. There was no going back.
The 22 tractor is started with a crank, which is certainly not the crank used on a walk-behind tractor, nor the crank used on a 28 tractor.
The crank handle is a long pole with a circle welded at one end. When in use, it is wrapped with a rope and pulled. One person with strong strength can pull it, and usually two people are needed to pull it.
The 22 tractor uses a 2100 diesel engine. The only advantage of this engine is that it is easy to start. In summer, as long as it can pass a compression through external force, it can be ignited and started.
Wan Feng asked Zhang Hai and the old accountant to crank the car, and he? Of course he sat in the car and stepped on the accelerator. How could the car start without stepping on the accelerator?
The tractor was in pretty good condition, so Zhang Hai and the accountant just pulled the engine and it started to work.
"The car has started, but who is driving it?" Zhang Hai asked in confusion.
"Can you drive?" Wan Feng asked.
"I won't."
"You won't just have me to open it."
Zhang Hai was startled: "Can you drive?"
Isn’t this nonsense? How dare you drive if you don’t know how to drive?
"You two get in the trailer, put Yang Hong in the middle and watch him, make sure he doesn't get his head hurt."
Zhang Hai himself was a little drunk, but he was sober by now.
"Hey, nephew, are you sure you can handle this iron thing?"
It's just a tractor. Among all the tractors he has driven, 22 is the largest.
In his previous life, Wan Feng graduated from high school and drove a crawler tractor in the company for half a year. Later, he drove a Dongfanghong 28 for another half a year. When his family moved back to Hongya, he drove various tractors for three years for the person who owned the tractor at that time.
He has driven Shanghai 50, Changchun 40, and the Czech 6211 and 7211 at the time. A 22 tractor is nothing to him.
Don't drive away. Even if you take the tractor apart, he can put it back together.
"Don't worry, there are enough ditches to go around."
Zhang Hai was shocked when he heard this: "What! Then I think it's better to walk back."
Wan Feng despised the idea of a former soldier still being so afraid of death. "You're walking home for over forty miles? You'll probably have to walk till night."
"Look how scared you are. Sit still. I'll show you my skills."
The 22 tractor is much easier to drive than the 28 tractor. Although it also has two gear levers, one of them is specifically for high and low speed. When transporting, just push it to high speed and you don’t have to worry about it at all. Just pull the other gear lever, unlike the 28 where you have to pull both gear levers at the same time.
It's normal that I haven't played with this thing for many years, so I'm a little unfamiliar with it at first. Listen, Zhang Hai's voice changed in fear. Didn't he just hit the wall?
From slow to fast, by the time they drove out of the county town, Wan Feng had become proficient. He stepped on the accelerator to the bottom and the tractor sped away.
But even if you run as fast as you can, the speed is less than 25 kilometers, which is not much faster than riding a bicycle at full speed.
In the 1980s, you could hardly see any smoking vehicles on the road, and you wouldn't have a car crash even if you drove with your eyes closed.
It was almost one o'clock when I got home after a lot of clatter.
Zhang Hai jumped out before reaching the brick factory and ran to the side of the road, vomiting.
You deserve it! Who told you to drink so much alcohol at noon? You drank it all at once and vomited to death!
Unexpectedly, Zhang Hai woke up after vomiting.
"I think Yang Hong is having a tough afternoon. Why don't you deliver this truckload of bricks this afternoon? You're a pretty good driver."
Wan Feng rejected Zhang Hai's proposal immediately. He was not here to drive a tractor. The clanging and banging of this thing was not a pleasant thing to do.
Besides, he is a think tank. Does he have any think tanks working on the front line?
Who saw Zhuge Liang running to the battlefield to charge into battle?
The production of the brick and tile factory has now almost entirely shifted to tile making. Only a few people who burn bricks in the kiln are left, and even many of the people who press the water-based bricks have been withdrawn.
The earliest stored tiles and the first batch of tiles that have passed the maintenance period have now been converted into cash. It will take another three months for the tiles that have passed the maintenance period to be shipped out.
Zhang Hai was going to give another speech before work started, so all the young men and women in the brick factory gathered in the shade.
"Comrades, today I want to report to you on the work of our brick and tile factory. Today we received our first income from the factory. After deducting other expenses such as shipping costs, we still have more than 1,480 yuan left."
Someone led everyone in applause with tears in their eyes.
This time Wan Feng didn't clap because he was afraid of hurting his hands.
"Although the money is not much and not enough to repay the loan, it is a bright start. It brings us hope just like the sun at seven in the morning..."
Although Zhang Hai's writing was good, Wan Feng couldn't stand it any longer. Zhang Hai must have thought he was delivering a government work report.
Wan Feng was turning his head around out of boredom when he unexpectedly discovered a phenomenon.
Damn, why do these female members each have an embroidery frame and are busy embroidering?
How can this embroidery girl listen to the leader's words? This is a serious lack of organization and discipline, and she has no respect for the leader. This problem must be corrected!
Wan Feng quietly approached Liang Wan'er's sister-in-law Qiuyu and said, "Embroidering your dowry? Isn't it too early for you?"
Qiuyu seems to be only seventeen this year. Is she ready to give everything she has at the age of seventeen?
This is too hasty.
The needle in Qiuyu's hand trembled and almost pricked her hand.
"Go away, stop making trouble. Take a good look at this. Is it a dowry?"
There was a piece of blue cloth on Qiuyu's embroidery frame. Wanfeng could tell at a glance that it was the cloth he bought from the textile printing and dyeing factory.
The blue cloth was covered with patterns that were one inch square in size, about a dozen in total, all of which were flowers and plants.
Wan Feng immediately realized that this was a patch embroidered for Luan Feng.
I didn't expect that Luan Feng, this tiger girl, could mobilize so many people to make patches for her in such a short time.
"Embroidered for Luan Feng?"
Qiuyu was very surprised: "How did you know?"
How would I know? Of course I know it’s my idea.
"How much does it cost to embroider this pattern?"
"Four cents. I can embroider twelve designs on this canvas and make fifty cents when I'm done."
Damn, women are even more vicious. Wan Feng told Luan Feng that he could pay five cents per piece for the labor, but Luan Feng was so cruel as to save another cent.
Wan Feng took a quick look and saw that there were about a dozen women busy embroidering. They could produce hundreds of patches at a time, but the patterns were monotonous.
I have to draw some high-tech patterns for Luan Feng tonight, patterns they have never seen before.
For example, cars, yachts, airplanes, cannons, Ye Liangchen, mantis shrimp...
Ye Liangchen alone can draw dozens of varieties, which is guaranteed to amaze them.
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