Reborn in the red years, I am farming in space

Chapter 850 Turned over and overturned
The above positive policy has been loosened.

Not to mention that private individuals can do some handicrafts, sell some snacks, cold drinks and so on.

In fact, at this time, small collectives at the production team level were gathering some river sand from the river to sell and weaving bamboo baskets.

There are also small-scale economic activities such as opening quarries to sell natural resources and local specialties to increase income for collective accounts, which are also allowed to exist.

only,
If it involves a larger economic activity, it will not work if it is carried out in the name of a production team.

Such economic activities as opening collective guest houses, collective restaurants, collective small coal mines, and even small collective workshops.

At least it needs to be established at the level of the "so-and-so production brigade" under the name of "collective factories and mines".

What Luo Xuan said to Director Liao just now actually meant this: Director Liao, if you have such concerns, are unwilling to take a little risk, and want to start that garment factory, it is impossible!
Unless the commune can rely on its own strength to solve the problem of setting up factories, training skilled workers, designing clothing styles, and how to sell products.
Wait for this series of problems.

Otherwise, hehe!

Luo Xuan was asking Director Liao: Is the Red Star Commune willing to do this?
If we don't do it, we will use the name of "Zhengxing Production Brigade" to get rid of the Red Star Commune and start doing it!
It is even possible for Luo Xuan to go to other communes, or even other counties to find someone to cooperate with
It is a good thing to open a garment processing factory.

This move can bring income to the local financial sector and solve the growing pressure of local employment. It is really easy to find no one willing to cooperate with such a good thing.

"Done!"

Director Liao chuckled, "I know you're not a dude, so why are you threatening Uncle Liao?
Rather than making it cheaper for outsiders, it is better not to let the fat and water flow to outsiders' fields. This factory is jointly invested and constructed by Zhengxing Brigade and Hongxing Commune, and the profits are distributed according to the shareholding ratio. "

"Uncle Liao, you should have said earlier, it made me think about leaving home just now."

Luo Xuan stood up, "Uncle Liao, you are really good. It is good that you know some things in your heart, but you have to show them to me to enjoy it."

Liao Xianming looked at his watch, it was almost time for work.

So he hastened to make a long story short, "Let's talk about it first. In your mine in Saibei, our Red Star Commune has to buy some small stocks. Luo Xuan, you have to let the folks in your hometown eat some night grass!"

Luo Xuan frowned, "Uncle Liao, you were still worried about the funds for building this factory, why are you suddenly talking about this matter now?"

"Oh, don't tell me you have money in your pocket, Luo Xuan, and you will go all over the world to yell?"

Liao Xianming laughed at the chicken thief, "If I hadn't been so miserable and poor every day, the county would transfer me 10 yuan today, and the brother commune encountered difficulties the day after tomorrow, so I would also come to ask for a sum of money to support it. Such a thick carrot can't stand it. How many heads have been cut!"

Hearing this, Luo Xuan couldn't help being startled: the grey-haired Director Liao in front of him has become, more and more a thief!
It seems that Caizheng's small treasury of Hongxing Commune has goods in it!

Farewell to Director Liao.

Luo Xuan went to the supply and marketing cooperative store on the roadside and bought two "Jinshajiang brand" cigarettes. A pack of these cigarettes costs 2 cents, which is not cheap.

If you want to take this cigarette to entertain the porters who help carry the grain, it should be affordable.

Cigarettes like "Chungeng" and "Tianping" cost 1 cents, which Luo Xuan feels is a bit low-end.

而卖3毛6的“红梅牌香烟”、3毛7的“翡翠牌”，这2种烟，一般都是干部们抽的。

The porters used for these moving service agencies seem a bit too high-end
No smoking!Otherwise, these guys won't work hard for you.

You must know that these porters are not the "bang bang" of the old days, they are all regular employees of the "state-run moving service agency" with a staff.

Bullish!
If they don't agree with each other, they dare to put down the stall, say strange things, and even put a big hat on them, saying that customers are "playing big" and "losing the temper of the old society".
After a combination of punches, it is really hard to parry.Those customers who have been dealt with have to pay them lowly in the end.

Hey.
Salted fish who turned over, they will only be more cruel to their former salted fish companions.

When Luo Xuan strolled back to the house, he saw 5 large trucks parked at the door, already waiting there.

In fact, it's still early. With the usual urgency of the "state-run moving service agency" and "state-run motor transport service agency", they received the notice of dispatching the car and moving the goods in the morning.

Then you have to ask about the destination of the trip, how much and what kind of goods are being pulled, and whether the goods are public, collective or personal?
If it is an individual, then wait!
What's the matter, you have to give priority to completing the public transportation and handling tasks, right?
Wait for the person in charge of the moving station and the car service agency, after they ask about these things.

The people in charge of these two units will slowly calculate the freight and start to deploy the manpower slowly.

Just such a procedure, every 2 hours, don't think they will go out.

Perhaps it was because of Fatty Gu, who personally went to a moving service agency and a transportation service agency, that's why today's porters and trucks have such a high work efficiency.

When Luo Xuan came to the door, he was about to unpack the two "Jinshajiang" cigarettes on his hands and distribute them to the five drivers and 5 porters present.

Suddenly, I saw that among the porters, there was a man who looked like a monitor with a pack of "Spring City" cigarettes in his jacket pocket!
Seeing this, Luo Xuan thought something was wrong in his heart.
This guy is such an old fellow!
The white shirt was transparent, and the "Chuncheng" cigarettes in the man's pocket could be seen clearly.

Look at this posture, what the other party means is: Did you see it?Brother is a smoker of this grade of cigarettes, don't use your inferior cigarettes to send you away.
He turned his head and looked at the driver who just jumped out of the cab. The driver with the mustache had a "big front door" pinned in his coat pocket.

The intention of the mustache driver is the same as that of the leader of the porters: brother is a driver with a high salary of 67 yuan and 5 yuan a month, so you know it!
We usually smoke, it’s yours at this level, understand?
"The cigarettes are not very good. Masters, please be patient." Luo Xuan tore off the kraft paper on the outside of the cigarettes, and then took two packs of cigarettes and began to distribute them.

I didn't think so,
These guys don't even bother to do superficial kung fu, and they all have their hands sleeved, and they don't reach out to catch them.
"What? Do you hate cigarettes?"

Luo Xuan smiled slightly, "I will pay the shipping fee of this trip to the financial office of your transportation service agency.

Including the moving fee that should be paid to the moving service agency, I will not lose a penny. As for the drivers and moving masters, you are paid by the unit. "

Seeing a group of people loading coins on the spot, Luo Xuan asked the porter in charge, "If you calculate it this way, it seems that I don't need to give you cigarettes, and I don't need to provide you with boiling water. Do you think you should also give me the goods? Send it to the ground?"

The man in charge sneered, "Hehe. I have a stomachache today, so I can't move."

"Brothers, go!"

The man waved his hand, "Today, there are 8 large trucks of goods at the grain station. Let's go to work there and take care of lunch!"

Seeing this situation, Luo Xuan couldn't help but secretly sighed: Everyone said whether they were relatives or not, people from my hometown.

It turns out that when a fellow villager meets a fellow villager, it is a bamboo stick. The quality of the two cigarettes I bought has actually exceeded the standard of ration cigarettes for most urban workers.

Not to mention the members of the production team, they are usually willing to smoke cigarettes.

Even if you buy cigarettes to smoke, most of them are "economy brand" cigarettes that cost 8 cents.

Occasionally, I can buy a pack of "Spring Plowing" for 1 cents, or "Tianping" cigarettes are already topping the sky.

Today, I specially bought two slightly better cigarettes to treat them, but these people, why are they here?

The man who led the team was about to leave. At this time, a companion behind him lowered his voice and said, "Erba, why don't we move it. This smoke is already pretty good."

The man covered his lips with a slap, leaned close to the ear of the second child who led the team and whispered, "Didn't you see it? This young man is young, he should also be a cadre, let's not get angry up.

Besides, for today's job, Mr. Gu personally came to the moving station to handle the formalities."

"What's wrong with Master Gu? He's in charge of the sky and the earth, even the transfer station. Can he fire me if he's capable?"

The man curled his lips, "Our rules can't be broken. If everyone entertains us with bad cigarettes in the future, then our monthly losses will be huge! Walk around, I bet he won't dare to offend we."

It turned out that these porters implied that customers must give them good cigarettes, but in fact they were reluctant to smoke.

Instead, these cigarettes will be handed over and sold.

Little things add up, and after just one month, this can be regarded as their extra income besides wages.

"stop."

Having practiced Taoist exercises for so many years, Luo Xuan, whose hearing has become extremely sensitive, let out a soft drink, "Comrade, I invite you to help carry things, not a group of uncles.

I am willing to give you loose cigarettes, it is a matter of affection, even if I don't take out any hair, it is also a duty. "

"whispering sound--"

The man grinned dismissively, "Comrade, you have to understand: this is a new era. I, the poor people who work hard, don't have to look at the stinky faces of you high-ranking old men for a long time."

Luo Xuan slowly approached the fellow, "I seem to have heard just now, you are calling me Lao Tzu?"

"Laozi" and "Ge Laozi" in the mouths of Bashu people are sometimes mantras without much practical meaning.

But in this case, it is generally people with relatively equal status, or people who are very familiar with each other, so you can be more casual.

If the person who meets the other party is an elder, or someone with a high social status, then you can no longer talk like "Lao Tzu" before and "Lao Tzu" after "Lao Tzu".

Anyway, this kind of thing depends on whether the other party wants to be serious.

If this man dared to call himself "Lao Tzu" in front of Fatty Gu, the custody Fatty Gu would slap him across the face.

Luo Xuan didn't like to slap in the face, it felt very uncivilized.

So under normal circumstances, Luo Xuan is more inclined to kick people away
"Bang -" sound!
"Er."

The man didn't even have time to snort, his huge body backed up quickly, his heels pulled on the ground, drawing a crooked imprint
"Hit someone?"

"I say!"

"It's the other way around!"

"Turtle son."

Seeing that one's companion has suffered a big loss, it's okay to vent your dissatisfaction, but what if your mouth is not clean?

Then you will really be beaten!

In the end, he was going to scold the "turtle son", but he hadn't finished scolding him yet.

Luo Xuan just retracted half of his right leg, so he simply didn't take it back, and just gave this guy a heartwarming treat.

The force of this kick was not light, and the guy was kicked directly, covering Xiaobu and squatting on the ground, his face was red from holding back, and he couldn't speak for a long time.

"This guy is quite fierce, brothers, come on!"

"Beat him, how dare you act wildly on the border of our Red Star Commune? I think back then, that famous team came to our place to make trouble, and they were beaten just like they were."

Just when 10 or so porters were all carrying their shoulder poles and were about to swarm up and beat Luo Xuan.

"stop."

A voice that was not loud but full of majesty sounded, "If you dare to do something today, someone will come forward tomorrow and transfer you to the coal mine to go down the shaft and scatter the poles. It's different if you move the guy's nature." gone."

When everyone paused together, they turned their heads to look in surprise.

But I saw an old man with white hair and childlike face, with his hands behind his back, standing aside and watching coldly, these men who had already started to rage
The old man looked around coldly, and asked everyone, "Why, don't you hurry up and throw down the pole and raise the pole? Don't you want to go down the well to dig coal?"

"Puff puff——" the shoulder pole, ropes, and lifting poles fell to the ground, and the 10 or so porters stayed in place in a daze, not daring to make a sound.

Even including the two guys who were kicked by Luo Xuan just now, they no longer dared to moan or cry out in pain.
Strange to say!
Ever since the old man appeared, his voice has been quiet, and his tone is not harsh.

But it was so frightening that those men were all silent, and they didn't dare to make mistakes.
The old man was wearing an old-fashioned, not new but washed yellow silk shirt. The fabric was light and swayed slightly in the morning breeze.

With this appearance, he can be regarded as an official who has returned from his old age; he can also be regarded as a country gentry in the old days.

There is a bit of the refined temperament of a great Confucian, and a bit of the coercion of a county magistrate.

Just his attire, coupled with the majestic and restrained temperament emanating from the old man.

Let the porters in front of me, who were originally from humble backgrounds and would write their own names all their lives, be so scared that they dare not do anything wrong!

No matter how stupid they are, they can more or less feel that this person has an extraordinary background, and he is definitely not something that ordinary people can provoke.

I don't know why, anyway, these porters, together with the drivers with eyeballs on their foreheads.

In their hearts, they all inexplicably believed that what the old man in front of him said must be true.

Undoubtedly.

(End of this chapter)