"I saw them carrying pickaxes this morning, leading you two kids, walking together." The person working next door looked up at Sheng Xiping and said.
Alright, since they've all gone to the fields, let's go look for them there.
Having no other choice, Sheng Xiping threw the things he had brought back into the yard from the garden cane next to the gate.
In the Sheng family's courtyard, neither Erlang Shen nor Black General were leashed. Just now, upon hearing Sheng Xiping's commotion, the dog came out of its kennel and ran to the door, whimpering.
Seeing Sheng Xiping throwing things into the yard, these two dogs were very sensible. They immediately grabbed the bags and ran inside, carrying them all to the doorway.
The door was locked, so the dogs couldn't get in. They just lay there in front of the pile of things by the door and wouldn't budge.
Sheng Xiping walked towards his family's land behind the mountain, only to find his parents digging the ground with hoes when he got there.
Sheng Xinhua and Sheng Xinyu, on the other hand, were playing cards on the side.
The so-called east, west, south, and north are actually the pupae of a kind of insect, which are very similar to silkworm pupae but much smaller, brownish-red, and about the thickness of a pencil.
Kids love to grab this kind of thing and randomly shout out east, west, south, and north.
The pupa's tail moves, and sometimes the direction it points to matches exactly what the child says, making the child think that the insect can understand what people are saying.
In the days before toys existed, these four cardinal directions were the best toys for children. If they got one, they could play with it for a long time.
Sheng Xiping played with this thing when he was a child, but he never figured out what kind of insect pupa it was.
Of course, he had no time to study it now, so he quickly walked over and took the pickaxe from his mother's hand.
"Oh dear, didn't I tell you? I'll clean it up when I get back."
"Boss's back? You've been gone for half a month. Secretary Zheng said you went to make business contacts? What kind of business?"
After hanging up the phone, Sheng Xiping went home, packed a couple of clothes, and left in a hurry without telling his family what had happened.
Later, Sheng Liancheng went to the office to inquire and learned from Zheng Xianyong that Sheng Xiping had gone to contact some business.
"Oh, so the wood chipping team had some left over, right? I found someone to sell it to them," Sheng Xiping replied while digging in the ground.
"What the hell? Just those random bits and pieces that the chipping team picks out of the logging area, who would want them?"
"Those things, I think they're only good for clamping garden canes, what else can they do?"
Sheng Liancheng is a veteran of forestry. He came to Northeast China in 1950 and has cut down countless trees over the years.
In his eyes, those pieces of wood, less than ten centimeters in diameter, were only good for burning as fuel, or for building a frame or holding a walking stick.
Can this thing be sold for money? What if you end up not even making enough to cover your costs?
"Dad, what are you saying? That chipping team is just finding useful things in discarded materials, turning waste into treasure, and making money is just a matter of time and effort."
Otherwise, what would those people in the collective do? Continue farming, right? But farming doesn't earn much money anyway.
Upon hearing this, Sheng Xiping was both amused and exasperated.
"Who cares about the thickness of the wood, as long as it can be sold. I've asked around, and these are sure to find a market."
"Alright, do whatever you want, just be careful and don't get involved in any speculative or profiteering activities."
Sheng Liancheng waved his hand, not wanting to hear his son say these things.
He was an honest man his whole life, working diligently and living a law-abiding life, never harboring any ulterior motives.
"I know that society is different now. You young people are restless and want to cause some trouble."
Do whatever you want, just don't do anything illegal.
Sheng Xiping didn't say much to his father, and the two of them started digging the ground together with pickaxes.
Seeing that it was getting late, and with Sheng Liancheng and his son around, there was no room for her to do anything, Zhang Shuzhen took her two grandsons home to cook.
It was the critical period for afforestation and forest fire prevention in the forest farm, and Sheng Xiping went up the mountain to get busy the day after he returned to the forest farm.
After working for about ten days, waiting for the reforestation to finish, Sheng Xiping received a call from Hou Yashuang.
Hou Yashuang said on the phone that he had contacted a buyer who initially wanted three train cars of uprights and five train cars of seaweed stakes.
In addition, various sizes of planks and timber are also needed.
The car pillars and seaweed stakes are both small-diameter logs, and the price isn't too high, just over a hundred per cubic meter.
However, these were selected from abandoned timber and branches, which is a form of waste utilization, so the price made the forest farm very happy.
So Zheng Xianyong arranged for people to load all the timber that the wood chipping team had accumulated during the forest clearing operation onto trucks, and then had the sawmill process it according to the orders, and load it onto trucks and ship it out.
The original timber carts from Qianchuan Forest Farm made many trips back and forth before finally delivering the timber required for the order to Songjianghe.
Sheng Xiping was reassigned by Zheng Xianyong to arrange the shipment of timber to the south. After several days of work, he finally managed to send the entire batch of timber away.
After some time, the payment from Hou Yashuang's side was transferred to the forest farm's account.
Although the payment was only 70,000 to 80,000 yuan, it was negligible compared to the annual logging volume of the forest farm.
These were originally abandoned materials that were burned or buried during the Qing Dynasty. Now that they can be exchanged for money, who wouldn't be happy?
With the money settled by the paper mill, it's enough to cover at least half a year's wages for the collective. Isn't that great?
Zheng Xianyong was very pleased and held a meeting to commend Sheng Xiping. He also encouraged the chipping team and the sawmill to continue their efforts and find ways to create more value.
Zheng Xianyong followed Sheng Xiping's advice and expanded the original sawmill, merging the chipping team and the sawmill to establish a timber processing plant under the Qianchuan Forest Farm.
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