Rebirth of the 80s New Farmer

Yuan Hai nodded and did not speak.

"Yimin said that you are the director of a printing factory, and I want to ask you something about printing."

The fire in Yuan Yimin's heart came up after Wan Feng's death. The bastard really set him up. When did he say that his father became the factory director.

"Children don't understand nonsense. I'm not the factory director, but the workshop director of the printing workshop."

The workshop director is also very good, and he can be regarded as a person with real power in the factory, although the power is a little less.

"Uncle Yuan! Can I ask you something?"

"What do you want to ask?"

"What kind of products are you printing in your printing factory now?"

Yuan Hai wondered why a child asked this?But it was rare for someone to chat with him to relieve boredom, so he answered.

"What else can be printed, the homework books you use for school, the calendar headers that every family has, and the various account books used in factories, mines and rural areas, that's all."

Wan Feng made some calculations, and these were the only things that could be printed in those days.

Chapter 56 The book destruction incident

"Uncle Yuan, I want to ask, if someone pays the printing house to print a batch of things, can the printing house accept it?"

Yuan Hai had never experienced this problem before, and he didn't know if it would work, so he hesitated for a long time.

"Without such a precedent, I can't say."

"Uncle Yuan, to be honest, I want to print a batch of products on the eve of the Chinese New Year. The output is not large, and the scale is about 100 yuan. Can you see if it can be done? If this batch is finished, I still have a lot of things. Will find you."

Yuan Chuanzong pondered for a while: "There are really not many things worth 100 yuan, but I can't make the decision. When I go back and ask the factory manager for instructions, how about I give you an answer next Sunday?"

"No problem. Uncle Yuan, I'm done asking about my matters, so I won't disturb your rest. I'll go out with your family, Yimin, for a while."

While talking, Wan Feng dropped a box of Pegasus cigarettes and pulled Yuan Yimin out of the house.

After leaving the house, Yuan Yimin heaved a long sigh of relief.

Wan Feng looked at Yuan Yimin with contempt: "From now on, you need to be more open-minded. Don't keep judging a gentleman's belly with a villain's heart. You should also thank me. If it weren't for me, you might still be holding back at home. Well, you can play on your own." Well, I'm going to Xiaoshutun to do some errands too."

Wan Feng had just taken two steps when his trousers tightened suddenly.

Looking down one day, I saw Yuan Yimin's little milk dog biting Wan Feng's trousers, staring at his eyes and making a low, slightly childish growl.

This guy must have remembered Wan Feng's revenge on him just now, and came to revenge.

Wan Feng copied it with his head down, and lifted it above his head.

The puppy immediately tucked its tail again, and its two small eyes looked around with a frightened expression.

"You still dare to threaten me?"

The puppy barked twice.

Wan Feng put the puppy down, touched the dog's head twice, and put it on the ground. Then he bid farewell to Yuan Yimin and rode down the mountain.

When I got down the slope, I unexpectedly met a group of people.

This group of people are the people inspecting the venue, they are the cadres of Jiangwei Brigade.

The cadres left on their bicycles when they got outside, leaving a few members of the team behind.

Zhang Hai saw Wan Feng getting off on a bicycle, and quickly called Wan Feng to stop.

"Little dick, come here."

The numb little cock has become his name.

Wan Feng came to the group of people with a dark face.

Zhang Hai looked at Wan Feng with a smile after seeing off the brigade cadres: "Little..."

"I'm warning you, be careful when you call me a little cock in the future, I'll fall out with you."

Zhang Hai didn't take Wan Feng's threat seriously at all, and after a burst of laughter, he patted Wan Feng on the head.

"The brigade is very supportive of us, saying that the tractors of the brigade can be on call. I hope we can take the lead in doing a good job in the side business and become a model for the Jiangwei brigade."

"and then?"

"Gone."

Basically, it is equivalent to moral support or standing on the sidelines to watch the excitement.

"Nephew, the stone and wood materials for building the factory are almost ready, what do you think we need to do next?"

"What about the cement and bricks used to build factories and brick kilns? Can't they all be built with stones?"

"Tomorrow I will send the tractors of the brigade to the Lifang Commune to pull the bricks and then the cement back, and start construction as soon as these things arrive."

Zhang Hai does have a vigorous and resolute style.

"It rained two days ago, and the site looked like a jar of sauce. The site needs to be compacted, and the rainy season will be in about a month. Before the rainy season comes, the site needs to be pressed out with stone rollers."

"But the light pressure is not enough, and the rain will still wash away." Zhang Hai asked worriedly.

"Push up the sand after flattening, and the problem of raising a layer of sand will be solved. There is also the problem of the road. Which road do you plan to build?"

Because the site is located in the ditch, at the confluence of two east and west mountain beams, there are two roads.

One road is the road leading to the ditch in front of the Xiliang people's house in the ditch, which is the road Wan Feng and the others are walking on now, and the other is the field road in the opposite Dongliang.

"I'm going to use the road in Dongliang. There are not many houses in Dongliang that are relatively clean. In addition, many roads in Dongliang are on the hillside, and the gravel layer underneath is stronger than the road in Xiliang."

This is Dongliang's advantage.

"And Liang Wan, I don't know if I have told you about it. I contacted the people from Gushan Machinery Factory about the mold design and production. Someday, you can meet with them and discuss it."

"Liang Wan said it, but it's not in a hurry right now. We'll talk about it in a few days."

Wan Feng nodded, got on his bike and rushed to Xiaoshutun.

Quite a few children had gathered outside Xu Bin's house, carrying bags and baskets, and the inside was naturally filled with glass.

These things that come and go rarely come and go with an old-fashioned scale from Xu Bin's family, which is not a kilogram scale, and can weigh up to [-] catties.

If a large portion came, Wan Feng would borrow the scale from the supply and marketing cooperative.

Wan Feng and Xu Bin were as busy as bees, collecting books, returning them, and renting them.