At this point, Wan Feng added: "If we lack technicians for sintering red bricks, we can go to Gaoyang and hire a few masters."
Wan Feng has a point. After 1983, when many policies began to be implemented in rural areas, infrastructure saw a rebound, and a lot of construction began. Even around 1986, there was a surge in new housing construction in rural areas, followed by a large-scale construction boom. Despite some ups and downs, this trend continued until after 2010.
But Wan Feng couldn't do that. He couldn't tell others that he had traveled back from thirty-eight years later!
The meeting ended here. Before leaving, Zhang Hai asked Wan Fengming to go with him to see the venue.
Wan Feng was unwilling, but thinking that he would get a share in the future, he had to agree.
In the middle of the night, it started raining outside.
Wan Feng likes rain. He doesn’t know why, but when it rains, he feels particularly comfortable and even sleep is sweet.
When I opened my eyes at around five in the morning, I found that the rain outside not only did not stop, but it turned into a downpour, heavier than a downpour.
I don't have to go and see the venue this time.
Unexpectedly, Zhang Hai, who had an eye problem, ran from the west ditch to the east end at around seven o'clock, and pulled Wan Feng out without saying a word.
This is unlucky.
Wan Feng was wearing a straw raincoat that he had only seen in costume TV dramas, and a conical hat on his head.
If he had a knife on his waist, he could pretend to be a hero.
The bamboo hat is not very tight. It rains heavily outside and inside at the same time. The sound of the rain is so painful.
"Uncle Zhang Hai, if I catch a cold, will the team pay for the medicine?"
"pay!"
"What if he has a fever? What if that fever leads to tuberculosis, stomach ulcers, or something like that?"
Zhang Hai was getting impatient: "Don't worry! I'm far away from you, I won't die!"
This makes perfect sense. It's really far from you! And you definitely won't die.
So, behind Zhang Hai's back, Wan Feng gave him a string of Martian letters: #￥%……*&*
The people who came to see the venue were the same people from yesterday.
Probably except for Wan Feng who was afraid of death, the rest of the people behind the depression were all warriors. They were running towards the venue with great enthusiasm, but Wan Feng was the only one trembling behind.
Perhaps it was because Wan Feng looked so pitiful like a wet chicken that the rain stopped when they arrived at the venue chosen by Zhang Hai.
Wan Feng threw away the straw hat on his head and the raincoat on his body. They were too heavy and very uncomfortable to wear.
The site Zhang Hai chose was at the end of Xigou. Nanshan and Xishan might have disliked each other here, so they turned a corner and met together, forming a mountain bend with a diameter of one mile.
There was land in the bend of the mountain, and there was a stream on one side.
Perhaps because the soil here is too sticky, the land here is almost in a semi-abandoned state, which makes it a good place to open a brick kiln.
The clay here is so sticky that Wan Feng's Liberation shoes were soaked in the rain and he didn't know which piece of clay had stuck to them. Now his bare feet were wading in the mud like a duck treading water.
"Nephew! Look at this place! The clay here is very sticky, and the bricks made from it are guaranteed to be very strong. Furthermore, the clay capacity here is enough to make tens of millions of bricks."
Wanfeng really has no complaints about the clay and terrain here, but the roads here are a big problem.
"The soil seems to be fine, but the roads here are a serious problem. If there are no roads, it doesn't matter how many bricks you make."
"The road isn't a problem. We can allocate labor to repair it. Now let's discuss the exact location of the brick kiln and its size."
It took a long time to determine the specific location of the brick kiln. It took more than an hour to finally decide on the side of the mountain bend near the country road.
The construction of a large brick kiln is much simpler.
Because they were crossing the river by feeling the stones, no one was sure, so to be cautious, they designed a six-hole brick kiln, and of course left some area for future expansion.
All that remains is to find someone to design the shape of the brick kiln and estimate the cost of building it.
This has nothing to do with Wan Feng.
Zhang Hai wanted to keep Wan Feng at his house for dinner, but it was only a little after nine o'clock, so what was the point of having dinner?
Even eating makes Wan Feng happier than eating with boards and pliers.
Wan Feng finally found his shoes from the mud, rinsed them in the ditch, and put them on his feet while they were still wet.
I felt that it was not as comfortable as being barefoot, so I took it off and held it in my hand.
Wan Feng followed Zhang Hai to the team headquarters with shoes in his hand to get tools. When he passed by Liang Wan's house, his voice called "Brother-in-law" came out of her window.
His two adopted sisters-in-law stuck their heads out of the window and smiled flatteringly at Wan Feng, completely ignoring the scolding from their eldest sister behind them.
Compared to Tangkuai, the two scoldings from the elder sister seemed to be non-existent.
Now Wan Feng had nothing on him, so he had no choice but to raise the shoes in his hand and wave them, then ran away in shame.
Wan Feng borrowed a wrench and pliers from the grain processing point of the Wahou Team and returned to his grandmother's house. He spent the rest of the morning dismantling the bicycle into pieces.
One of the two bent rims is acceptable, but the other can only be sold as scrap.
Wan Feng gestured for a while, and finally determined that he could not deal with the car on the edge of the garbage dump with his limited knowledge.
Although the big frame was badly twisted, Wan Feng believed that he could still fix it if he met a good mechanic.
There is almost nothing left of a bicycle except the big frame and rims, leaving only the rack, front fork, handlebars, seat and pedals.
Another pedal was also deformed.
Perhaps no one in this world would have any extravagant hopes for this car except him.
Wan Feng remembered that there was a bicycle repair shop in the Gushan Supply and Marketing Cooperative, which should be a department of the supply and marketing cooperative. They would definitely be able to repair this bicycle.
But it rained heavily last night, and the water level of the Yinna River must have risen. I guess I won’t be able to cross the river, so I can only cross it twice.
There’s no rush, there are still nearly two months left until summer vacation.
For students, the weeks seem to pass by extra quickly, and they have to go back to school before they have enough fun.
"I walked through the streets and alleys, singing as I went. I was happy and beaming. The guitar was playing, ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong. The song accompanied me as I walked along the street..."
On Monday morning, Wan Feng walked into school carrying his schoolbag and singing a song.
He is now a star figure in the fifth grade, and both male and female classmates look at him with enthusiastic eyes.
The male classmates looked at him enthusiastically because he defeated the Tan Chun brothers in one fell swoop. Deep down in his heart, Rao still had the instinct to admire strength.
The reason why the female classmates looked at him so enthusiastically was probably because of his appearance, not because of his wise and brave appearance.
Although people at that time did not know what a handsome animal was, they could still tell the difference between good-looking and ugly ones.
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