Rebirth of the 80s New Farmer

Chapter 177 Contradictions suddenly appeared (seeking subscription please monthly ticket)
With a goal, Wanfeng's life immediately became busy, and the leisurely days came to an end.

August 1980, [-], Thursday, Liqiu.

Wan Feng has never understood why the weather after the beginning of autumn is significantly different from the weather in dog days. For example, in the morning, the first morning in the beginning of autumn can clearly feel the difference from the morning in dog days, the coolness.

In the morning of the beginning of autumn, there is a slight chill, and the water in the river also has a bone-chilling chill overnight.

Sitting on the tractor trailer full of bricks in the morning, I can already clearly feel the gradually icy cold breath.

When he arrived at the county seat, Wan Feng got off the car in front of the No. [-] Department Store, and then went all the way east around Zhendong Market to the ancient alley.

Every Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday, this is where the black market in Hongya County is located.

Today's Zhao Le is not dressed as a farmer, but is wearing a set of overalls, making him look like a state worker.

What made Wan Feng speechless was that there were three pens pinned side by side in the left upper pocket of this guy, which was more pretend.

Wan Feng went straight to Zhao Le and praised: "The pen is good."

Zhao Le saw Wan Feng's eyes froze: "Brother Wan is here, have you used up all the things you bought last time?"

"No, I'm not buying that thing today, I want to sew a plane ticket, I want to ask if there is one here?"

Wan Feng didn't intend to waste time here, he didn't want to stay for a long time if there was nothing wrong with the black market, it wasn't safe here, so he straight to the point and stated his purpose of coming.

Zhao Le immediately shook his head: "There is no such thing, no matter how many people can grab it, there is no one to sell it."

Zhao Le is right. Although a sewing machine costs more than one hundred yuan, it is the most in-demand commodity, and it is also the most in-demand item within three turns and one sound.

"Really do not have?"

"To tell you the truth, it's already August, and I haven't seen a sewing ticket enter the market this year. I've seen bicycle tickets several times but I haven't seen it. I can give you any bicycle tickets you want. You get it."

What do I need a bike for?Wan Feng shook his head in disappointment.

There's no need to be here without him.

At eight o'clock in the morning, he showed up at Xia's house.

Now that Xia Qiulong is free, he wanders around the construction site of Yijian every day and is not at home. He goes out early in the morning, as if he has become a non-staff worker on the construction site.

There were only his mother and wife in the house, and the two dead children had gone where.

These are the original words of Xia Qiulong's wife, Xin Li.

"Buy a sewing machine? It's not so easy to get a sewing ticket. Sewing machines are in short supply, and there probably aren't any in the black market." Xinli said after understanding Wan Feng's intentions.

She was right, there really wasn't one in the black market, that's where Wan Feng came from.

"I remembered, I have a sister in the textile printing and dyeing factory who has a sewing machine and said a few days ago that she didn't want it anymore and wanted to get a new one. I don't know if there is still one. You sit here and I will go to the factory to ask you. ask."

Xinli went out in a hurry, and Wan Feng accompanied Xia Qiulong's mother to chat about gossip, thinking wildly while chatting.

It's a pity that there are no conditions and the country will not allow it to operate, otherwise it would not be a long time to make a fortune by making sewing machines and selling them.

Needless to say, other areas, even the surrounding areas can become established and earn a lot of money.

In his last life, his family had a Butterfly brand sewing machine. Wan Feng played with it a lot when he was young. That sewing machine still exists until 2010, but it has lost its function and can only be used as a reference for memories.

At that time, he disassembled it several times when he was idle, and he really studied its working principle.

It seems that in 11 or 12 years, this thing was finally sold as a waste product because it took up space and got in the way.

Wan Feng believes that machinery can be manufactured as long as one understands its working principle. Of course, there is a huge difference between good and bad quality.

The quality is the problem of many details in the processing process, as long as these problems are solved, high-quality products can be produced.

This requires the accumulation of technical experience and advanced equipment.

Just like now, given Wan Feng a suitable environment, he may not be able to build a car. Of course, he dare not say whether it will break down or how far it can run, but at least it can run.

If Zhang Xiaomanzi didn't show up at this time, Wan Feng would probably still be thinking about making sewing machines for a long time.

Wan Feng didn't know what Xiaolei Zhang's name was. He only knew that he was one of Xia Qiulong's subordinates.

"Brother Xiaowan, come out!"

Wan Feng felt an ominous premonition when he saw the guy sweating profusely.

After bidding farewell to Xia Qiulong's mother in a hurry, he walked out of Xia Qiulong's house.

"Our Lawa's car was stopped by people from Qianyao. Brother Xia led people to confront him. He told me to come find you."

Front kiln?

Qianyao is a village on the west side of Hongya County. It belonged to the Hongguang Brigade of Guanshan Commune at that time. It was still a suburb in 1980, but when Hongya County was expanded in the 90s, the Hongguang Brigade was included in the urban area as a whole and became Zhenxi District. .

Qianyao, as soon as you hear the name, it is related to the kiln, and there are indeed many kilns in Qianyao.

It is said that Qianyao was not a village before liberation. Only a few people who did not know where they came from built a tile kiln here and started firing tiles. Then people settled here one after another and finally formed a village.

The whole village is named after kilns.

The products have also increased from fired tiles to green bricks, clay pots and mud pots. At that time, they were very famous here for hundreds of miles or even over a hundred miles. Grandma's house still has basins made of clay.

Their products are also exported to Gai County, Xiuyan, Donggou, Fu County and other places hundreds of miles away, and even some islands in the South China Sea have their products.

After liberation, this industry gradually declined. During the special ten years, the old and old people who changed their careers disappeared for a while, and it has risen again in recent years. Now the clay pots used by folks in the market in Hongya County Most of the clay pot and mud tile products come from the former kiln, and they occupy the largest market share.

As soon as the plumbing equipment construction site was built, it was not far from Qianyao Village, and the cart delivering tiles was blocked in front of Qianyao Village, which was about a mile away from the construction site.

Wan Feng thought it might have something to do with Wa.

In the past, the tiles of Qianyao were mainly supplied to the three construction companies in the county. Now the largest construction market has been snatched away by Wahou, and the people of Qianyao naturally feel uncomfortable.

"How do you know I'm here?" Wan Feng asked as he walked.

Wan Feng didn't meet Xia Qiulong in the morning, Xia Qiulong probably didn't know he was here.

"Your driver said you might have come here."

That's it.

Wan Feng and Zhang Xiaoleizi rushed to the accident site as quickly as possible.

At this time, the accident site was still in the urban-rural fringe area, more than two miles away from the city, and there were rice fields around.

From a long distance, I saw about three NO.40 people surrounding the road, and they seemed to be arguing about setting fires.

　The sixth shift promised by Lao Jin was fulfilled.

　　It was a bit abrupt to put it on the shelves this time. Originally, Lao Jin planned to put it on the shelves next Friday, so how could Lao Jin have a manuscript of [-] words, and how could he add eight chapters and nine chapters with the current code of the day.

　　But the plan didn't change quickly, and it was put on the shelves in a hurry, and that's it.

　　There will be one update tonight for the addition of the two rudder owners today, and the remaining one will be pushed back.

　　Let's add more chapters at nine o'clock.

　　Finally, let’s ask for a monthly ticket. I accidentally went to the new book list of this month, and my brothers actually pushed me into the top [-]. Lao Jin bowed down and thanked him again here.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)