Rebirth of the 80s New Farmer

Chapter 844 Style Issues (Fifth Watch)
"Master Qi, I heard from your family Xingcheng that you were originally the workshop director of the carburetor workshop of the gasoline engine factory?"

"Yes, I have been working there for decades since the gasoline engine factory was established."

"So you've always had high attainments in carburetors?"

Qi Lan smiled: "What accomplishments do you have, but I have made carburetors all my life, so I still have a little research on carburetors."

"Have you ever studied the carburetor on a motorcycle?"

"Motorcycle?" Qi Lan shook his head. All they produce are carburetors used in automobile gasoline engines, and the ones on motorcycles have never been fiddled with.

"Actually, the principles are similar. Does Master Qi have any plans to study motorcycle carburetors?"

The gasoline engine factory is a supporting factory for FAW. It has made dozens of carburetors for FAW. It should be second to none in terms of domestic carburetors.

Qi Lan intends to fool Qi Lan and ask him to study the carburetors of motorcycles. The current motorcycles are still far away from the EFI era, and carburetors are still the mainstream.

"Although the principle is the same, the structure is very different. I am already old, and even if I have enough energy, I don't have enough energy."

Qi Lan seemed to be planning to spend his old age in peace.

Wan Feng did not go further on this topic, but shifted the topic to the gasoline engine factory.

After the topic shifted to the gasoline engine factory, Wan Feng talked sideways with Qi Lan for more than an hour.

Finally, some things in the gasoline engine factory are almost done.

The last topic returned to Clivia again.

Among the Clivia cultivated by Qi Lan, there are really a few good ones.

"Master Qi, do you intend to sell after spending some time?"

"Which pot do you mean?"

Wan Feng pointed to a pot of sixteen or seventeen leaves with seven or eight garlic-like flowers.

"You want to buy?"

"If you're interested in selling it, I'll save this potted flower face when the time comes, how about I give you [-]?"

Qi Lan was taken aback: "Six thousand?"

"Small?"

"No, it's too much. Although Clivia is very valuable, it's not worth so much, right?"

That's the Chenglan variety that hasn't gone crazy yet, and it's a little better when it's crazy. As long as it's in good condition, it's almost the same price.

"Then it's settled. I will come to pick up this potted flower when the time comes."

"Young man, you are cultivating flowers yourself. Why do you buy it? If you want to watch it, can I teach you to cultivate it slowly?"

Wanfeng planned to give this potted flower as a gift, and he didn't have the time to cultivate it.

When Clivia was the most popular, people in Changchun City exchanged it for household appliances and cars, and some people gave it as gifts.

But Wan Feng didn't say anything about gift giving, he just said it was a collection.

Now I have found out clearly that the gasoline engine factory is also located in the Green District, just two streets away from Qi Lan's home.

This is much easier to do.

The current director of the gasoline engine is Wu Zihua.

Wan Feng plans to find a way to get to know Wu Zihua in the past two days.

Knowing the news he wanted, Wan Feng bid farewell to Qi Lan.

When they returned to Sanchahe, Yang Jianguo and Han Meng and Zhao Gang had already returned from the room and bought seven Zanxin double-barreled shotguns.

A shotgun cost more than 200 yuan, and seven guns cost more than 700 yuan. The remaining money was used to buy gunpowder, cartridges, gun sand, etc.

In front of Teng Fei's house is a big pond, the kind in a wild state, and on the other side of the pond is a piece of land without people.

In fact, cleaning up this pond and using it for fish farming is definitely a way to get rich. Unfortunately, people here have not discovered this business opportunity.

Wan Feng picked up a calibrated gun, loaded the bullet, went to the edge of the pond and fired a shot into the pond.

The gunshots echoed very loudly over the pond, echoing far away.

"From now on, regardless of whether it's morning, noon or evening, shoot me a few times at this pond if you have nothing to do." Wan Feng said to Yang Jianguo and others.

"Where are you going?" Li Mingdou asked stupidly.

"Hit to nature, hit into the water, will it be loud? If you can catch fish, you will earn money."

Fishing with a gun is as unreliable as cutting off the ears of a pig.

Why is Li Mingdou so stupid? It's unreasonable for you not to find a hairy woman in the future.

"Why do you want to hear it?"

"Are you still going to shoot people? I can tell you that even if someone comes to snatch our Huamiao, you can't shoot people with this gun. Just put it in the sky to scare people."

Listening is to tell people nearby that we have guns, and there are many more.

"Then what if we can't be frightened?" Li Mingdou had competed with Wan Feng today, and he was determined not to give up until the truth came out.

This is also a problem. If the gangsters are jealous, they may not be able to scare them.

"You can kick your legs." Yang Jianguo interrupted at this moment.

"We can use chicken sand, reduce the amount of gun sand, and just hit the opponent's leg so that the opponent can't move."

Chicken sand is the smallest and lightest shotgun sand in the shotgun sand, the size is like a grain of rice, and the largest pig sand is the size of a soybean.

When hunting, the bullets of the shotgun are usually composed of several types of gun sand, which are used separately for large animals and small animals.

But even if the chicken sand hits the human leg, the leg will be useless.

"That way we can reduce the amount of gun sand as much as possible. Our main purpose is to scare people. If we can not shoot at people, we will not shoot at people. If someone dies with an inch of force, it will be a big trouble."

It would be better not to spend money than to kill people. Of course, it is not too much to break the other party's legs when encountering desperate gangsters.

The use of the guns has been settled in this way. From this day on, Yang Jianguo and the others, regardless of morning, noon or evening, ran to the pond to shoot at the sky and listened to the sound of the seven guns sounding at the same time, which was very shocking. of.

In just a few days, people in several villages around Sancha River knew that the big shed in Sancha River had seven or eight shotguns.

The children of Sanchahe had a lot of fun watching it this time, and if they had nothing to do, they gathered here and waited for the gun to be fired.

Compared with the income that Clivia would generate, the few ammunition money invested in the gun shooting was not considered money at all in Wan Feng's eyes, not even a drop in the bucket.

He just let those malicious people know that they have seven or eight guns, and the people who used the guns were soldiers in the past.

The idea of ​​using his flower shed is to highlight it.

Apart from selling flowers to his father, Qi Xingcheng has also accepted a task from Wan Feng, which is to visit the factory more often when he has nothing to do, mainly to find out whether the gasoline engine is handling the motorcycle production line.

At the same time, he collected some information about the factory director Wu Zihua.

Seeing Wu Zihua's information collected by Qi Xingcheng, Wan Feng was a little surprised.

Unexpectedly, Wu Zihua, a guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes, has a problem with his style.

His relationship with a female worker in their factory is a bit unclear.

(End of this chapter)