"Why are there still people working at night?" Zhang Xian asked curiously.
"This is the brick kiln's water-brick pressing group working the night shift. They're speeding up the processing because the storage of water-bricks is insufficient. But this has nothing to do with you. You work in this building, where cement tiles are produced." Wan Feng pointed to the row of houses in the cement tile workshop and introduced them.
Wan Feng took Zhang Xian around the brick and tile factory and gave him a brief introduction to the factory.
When I walked into the maintenance room, I found Zhang Haizheng and the maintenance worker Master Huang working on an electric welding machine.
Master Huang used to be a worker in the commune machinery factory. Now that he is old, he has returned home and is now responsible for machinery maintenance in the brick and tile factory.
"Where did this welding machine come from?"
There was no such thing in the brick and tile factory before. I wonder where Zhang Hai got it from.
The welding machines at that time were very heavy, estimated to be more than 300 pounds and very large. Some welding machines in later generations were as big as a handbag.
Machines are bound to break down, and when they do, they need to be replaced or repaired. It is very inconvenient to not have an electric welder. If some parts of the brick and tile factory are broken, we can only go to Gushan nearby to weld them, which wastes a lot of time.
Fortunately, the machinery in the brick and tile factory is new and damage is very rare. Once the fatigue of the machinery accumulates to a certain level, the occurrence of damage will increase greatly.
A welding machine is very necessary.
"The commune gave it to me. This morning I went to the commune to do some work. The secretary asked if I needed anything. I just asked for a bunch of things, including this one. I didn't expect the commune to actually send a car to deliver another one that afternoon. Although it was old, Master Huang checked it and it was in good condition."
A good one was sent!
This was a pleasant surprise. Wan Feng thought the commune might have given him a broken thing for him to repair himself.
It seems that the current commune secretary has a very good political sense. Not only did he secure a reform pilot, but he is now also strongly supporting it?
I’m afraid this commune secretary is about to stand up!
"Secretary, if you have any difficulties, you can go to him directly and he will definitely find a way to solve it." Zhang Hai said again.
Wan Feng has already determined that this commune secretary is destined to be promoted.
"This guy's name is Zhang Xian. He's the brother-in-law of Mr. Zhou Wen from Waqian. He came to me looking for a job, so I brought him here."
Zhang Hai stood up and extended his hand: "Hello, welcome to Wahou."
Zhang Xian was a little at a loss and stretched out his hand in panic.
"Have you assigned any work?"
"I asked him to come to my moxibustion workshop. My uncle will make the arrangements tomorrow."
"That's good."
"I'm just bringing him here to see it now, you guys are busy."
After the visit, Wan Feng and Zhang Xian returned to Luan Feng's house. Hao Qing was already shaking his head while operating the sewing machine, and he was in very good spirits.
So far, Zhang Xian and his girlfriend haven't shown any signs of being averse to the work environment they are about to start. This is a good sign.
Luan Fengjin noticed that there was something wrong with Wan Feng, who always looked a little shy. Jiang Min had glanced at both of their faces with suspicion several times.
This idiot woman looked like this when her horn was touched. If you look a little closer, even an idiot can see the expression on her face.
No, I can't stay here any longer. If I stay any longer, this guy will be exposed and Jiang Min will definitely guess something.
Wan Feng found an excuse that he had to get up early for school the next day and went home to sleep.
The next 20,000 peaks were very quiet, or as he said, as quiet as a duck flying in the sky.
This duck is not the kind of duck that makes a living in later generations, but a pure poultry. In order to avoid misunderstanding, a solemn statement must be made.
Bai pretended to go to school like a normal person, but in fact he spent more time teasing Chen Wenxin than studying.
He didn't go to Luan Feng's house for the past two nights, for fear that this guy would reveal something when he saw him. At the same time, he was also very worried that this woman would not tell Jiang Min about him touching her.
Don’t worry, Wan Feng’s worries are bullshit. There really are people like this. Wan Feng has seen one with his own eyes.
In the previous life, there was such a strange woman in Shutun. That was probably around 2,000 years ago. Her husband worked at Bohai New Shipbuilding and rarely came home except on holidays.
A woman whose husband is not at home naturally becomes the target of flirting by the idle men in the village. Although the woman is not very pretty, she is young and looks plump, in her thirties.
Good women are afraid of being pestered by men, not to mention that she herself is not a chaste and virtuous woman. After being seduced for a long time, there will naturally be someone who will take the bait. Finally, her first wild man was born.
In fact, this is not a big deal in rural areas. Every village has some dirty things.
But the strange thing is what happened after a night of madness.
This woman was probably too excited that night, so she ran to her best friend the next morning to tell her about her affair and even described the details.
Think about it, if you want to keep a secret from a woman, it's as impossible as a goat looking at grass or a fox looking at chickens.
In less than a day, the whole village knew what happened between so-and-so and so-and-so, and the details were even described in detail.
The very act of passing on a message is a watered-down affair. A mouse, after being passed on by a hundred people, eventually becomes an elephant.
After being passed down, the original outline of only 2,000 words became a 100,000-word pornographic masterpiece, guaranteed to surpass Jin Ping Mei.
If there was the Internet at that time, Wan Feng believed that Bai Jie and others would have to step aside, and this would be the number one erotic masterpiece on the Internet.
People are really different. The heroine of this masterpiece didn't care at all after learning that her deeds were widely circulated. Instead, she became more and more addicted and seduced several more men. For a while, this book even had spin-offs, prequels and sequels.
Finally, two years later, her husband unfortunately saw the book and discovered that she had become Wu Dalang, so he abandoned her without any hesitation.
Probably afraid of being killed by drugs.
With Luan Feng's careless personality, Wan Feng was very worried that he would become the protagonist of a book first.
In the blink of an eye, it's week again.
September 7, 1980, Sunday, sunny, White Dew.
After the White Dew, the air begins to turn cooler, the Yin energy becomes heavier, and the dew condenses and turns white.
In the early morning, you can find many dew drops on the ground and leaves. This is because water vapor condenses on them at night, so it is called white dew.
Wan Feng was standing by the roadside near Luan Feng's house waiting for a car. He could clearly see crystal dewdrops on the grass leaves by the roadside. When he stepped on the grass leaves, they would shake off a drop of water like rain.
At his feet was a large bag containing eighty pairs of trousers, which was the minimum standard for Luan Feng's last two shipments.
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