20 years of spring breeze

Chapter 340 What's wrong with Polaroid?
After discussing the pig farm with Lao An and his son, the three of them drove back to the city. Along the way, Chen Hui was still immersed in the fear of having to study papa every day, with grief and helplessness on his face.

The five of them had dinner at the restaurant and returned to the electric industry community after seven o'clock. Xiaohong accompanied Chen Xiao home and reported to his mother. When they got home, the three brothers were already fighting around the TV.

The next day, Xiaowei and Xia Maosheng had breakfast and drove back to Dragon City.

When the car arrived in Chuanzhou, Xia Maosheng went directly to the work unit. Xiaowei wanted to give him some money. Xia Maosheng didn't want it. He said that it would be settled together at the end of the year. He wanted to buy a house in Riverside Garden, and Chen Hui wanted to buy it too, saying that it was two people. As neighbors, I don't know what the two of them think. One of the work units is in Fengtian and the other is in Chuanzhou. What should this neighbor do.

Back in Longcheng, Xiaowei drove directly to the bed sheet factory.

It's so simple here, the factory I bought in Jian'an was actually rebuilt by Jian'an. Except for the three-story building and a few garages, all the original things have been stripped away, and the newly built walls are coded with red lines. The land that was left unused outside was covered in. The public has a lot of money, and it is generally fashionable to throw some land outside when building a factory. Xiaowei can't bear it.

Around the new wall, the inside is much larger than the original, and half an acre of land can be lost.

The bed sheet factory is next to the Daling River, not far from Chaoyang Bridge. Longcheng City is not big in this era, and Chaoyang Bridge is already a few kilometers away from the urban area. However, because this is the main road, the people on the side of the road are not counted. rare.

Construction was going on inside the built wall, and the original old building was being repaired. Liu Hongliang was wearing a wicker helmet and squatting on the top of the wall to smoke.

Xiaowei stopped the car beside Liu Hongliang and asked, "What are you doing squatting here?"

Liu Hongliang pointed to Dongtou and said, "The bridge is being built over there. I'm free to take a look."

Xiaowei moved the car forward, parked on the side of the road, got out of the car, threw a pack of cigarettes to Liu Hongliang, lit a pack of cigarettes himself, and asked, "What bridge is being built?"

Liu Hongliang took the cigarettes and opened the bag, saying: "Just Chaoyang Bridge. It turns out that the old bridge is no longer working. It has been rebuilt and has already started."

Xiaowei stepped on the bricks to the top of the wall and took a look. There were many people on the riverside, at both ends, and there were a few boats on the river in the middle of the river.He jumped down and asked, "So the old bridge is no longer there?"

Liu Hong lit a cigarette, shook his head and said, "I don't know, the bridge has been damaged by floods several times, and it's too narrow to pass bicycles, and someone needs to be at the bridge every day to direct it. I guess it's not necessary, then The bridge was built by Little Japan."

Little Japan repaired a lot of things in the Northeast. Roads, railways, bridges, tunnels, gun towers, and bunkers can be seen everywhere. Many cities today were also built by Little Japan.The regional management of Little Japan is that the counties are larger than the cities. Many counties have been established in the Northeast, and most of the names have been extended to the present.

Walking around in the yard with Liu Hongliang, the deep well is on the side of the main building, sealed with an iron cover, Xiaowei asked: "Can this still be used?"

Liu Hongliang said: "Yes, just replace the water pump. The iron pipe inside should be fine, but if you want to use it, you still need to repair it."

The workers are divided into several parts, those who build the fermentation tank, those who repair the shed, and those who renovate the warehouse of the main building. But there is a lot of seriousness, more work than bricks and tiles.The drawing was given by a professor from the Agricultural University in Fengtian, plus some opinions from Lao An.

Xiaowei looked around and asked, "Where is the septic tank? Why didn't I look at the septic tank?"

Liu Hongliang said: "It's in the lower part of the river. The sedimentation tank of the bed sheet factory has been repaired. When the time comes, the pig manure will be cleared out and fertilized, that is, the dirty water will be drained in, which will be enough."

Xiaowei said, "What are you doing for composting? It's an extra labor, isn't it necessary?"

Liu Hongliang said: "We don't need to do it ourselves. The farmers around us all need it. Let them do it by themselves. I'm not happy to give it to him without money."

Xiaowei frowned and said, "Whose idea is this?"

Liu Hongliang said: "A few days ago when the septic tank was being built, the master said so. I went to the neighbors and asked, and they also said they wanted it."

Xiaowei thought for a while and said: "I have to ask an expert about this matter. Is there a phone number from the professor of the Agricultural University? Ask how to deal with the pig manure. I remember that this thing kills the land. How can it be fertilized again? Ask." , If we can really fertilize the land, we can process it and sell it ourselves. There are five or six hundred pigs, which is quite a lot this year. Pigs can be eaten and pulled. It’s okay to spend some money on technology.”

Liu Hongliang opened his mouth wide in surprise, the cigarette almost fell out, and hurriedly took the cigarette into his hand and said: "No way? You don't even let a little pig manure go? Is it in the eyes of money? Can someone buy that stuff? ?”

Xiaowei said: "Ask, how will you know if you don't try it? Don't think it's just a little pig manure. A pig has to pull more than 2000 and [-] kilograms of pig manure a year. Is it a decimal? How much do we raise? Five or six hundred people, Do the math yourself, aren't you good at math?"

The cigarette in Liu Hongliang's mouth still fell to the ground, and the buddy blinked his eyes and calculated in his heart, and was shocked: "More than 100 million kilograms? Damn, is there that much? Yes, I'll call, Fuck it, fifty cents for a catty is not a lot, hundreds of thousands.”

Xiaowei asked: "Do you need to look here? Did you drive here or how?" He didn't look at the 100, which Liu Hongliang usually drives.

Liu Hongliang was still counting, shook his head and said, "I built the car and came here, or I would have left early, so you don't have to watch. Let's go, I'll go back and make a phone call."

The two of them got in the car, turned around and walked towards the city, and parked directly behind the restaurant.The beginning of spring is warmer, and this area is more lively, but during this period of time, the middle of the Huaxue Dam is relatively muddy, and it seems that the concrete floor must be paved.

After Liu Hongliang got off the car, he went to the restaurant to make a phone call. Xiaowei went around the billiard hall, but the room was still noisy and smoky. After talking to Huang Laowu for a few words, Xiaowei couldn't take it anymore. Hurry up. Say goodbye and run out to the cake shop.

Hey, business is pretty good today. There are five or six cakes lined up on the counter, and the smallest one is three or two. Looking at the pastry counter, new varieties are already on sale, and they look okay.There are three more plastic-steel one-piece tables and chairs attached to the wall in the room. At this moment, an old man is sitting on the chair with his grandson, eating a small piece of cake and drinking hot fruit.

Li Wen was "making" the cake inside, when she saw Xiaowei come in and quickly waved at him.

Xiaowei pushed open the middle door and went to the back, and asked while closing the door: "What's wrong? Did you pick up money?"

Li Wen jumped down from the small board where he was standing, took a scraper and lit it outside, saying: "That Polaroid closed today, and it closed yesterday afternoon, do you think he is going to be yellow?"

Xiaowei was stunned for a moment and said, "No way? It's only been open for a few days? It's been less than a month."

(End of this chapter)