1980s: He was picked up and brought home as a son-in-law

Zhou Feng was stunned when he heard this. He had actually considered this question before, but he hadn't thought about it deeply. When Li Daochang mentioned it, he began to think about it carefully. After a long while, he asked uncertainly:

"Could it be...Taxes?"

Li Daochang nodded appreciatively and spoke slowly:

"Futian County is an autonomous region for ethnic minorities, and it is tax-free for five years!"

Zhou Feng was really shocked this time. He really didn't expect that he would enjoy this kind of tax policy that was only available for attracting investment in 1980.

State-owned enterprises began to implement the profit retention system after the reform and opening up. With less taxes paid, enterprises retained more funds on their own. This is why Futian County, a small place, can attract the favor of the 712 Factory.

Moreover, for the antenna factory, the five-year tax exemption policy is enough. It may not even take five years, and the industrial upgrading can be completed within three years.

"Brother Li, do you have the document of Article 18? Can you give me a copy?"

Zhou Feng followed Li Daochang to get the document, and went directly to the tailor shop after returning.

Today is Saturday, and there is no so-called weekend off at this time, but high schools usually give students one and a half days to go home every week.

Changing clothes is secondary, and the most important thing is to go home to bring food and vegetables, and hand them in to the school to exchange for food coupons.

At this time, there is a saying that goes,"If you don't bring food to school, you will be hungry every meal, and if you don't bring vegetables to school, you won't grow taller or become handsome."

Xiaozi should be home soon at this time. Zhou Feng will send the two sisters to school tomorrow. He also came to the county this time, so he thought of making a set of clothes for each of these girls. It is better to wear a little better to school to avoid being laughed at.

The old tailor still remembered Zhou Feng. Only a few people came to him to make rabbit fur hats.

Zhou Feng did not have cloth coupons, but the old tailor had his own way. He made four khaki cotton coats, the most fashionable style at the time. The four coats cost a total of 40 yuan, of which 12 yuan was processing fees, and the rest was cloth and cotton.

Because the order was a bit large this time, the waiting time was a little longer. The goods would be picked up in three days.

On the way back, Zhou Feng was thinking about a problem. Life in Kaoshantun is not easy now. After the implementation of the contract responsibility system, because the village is mountainous, there is not much flat land. On average, each person can get less than two mu of land, and each household can also get a private mountain to grow some soybeans.

In the 1980s, the burden on farmers was still not small. In addition to the three levies and five poolings collected by the village and the commune every year, they also had to pay public grain. Working hard for a year could ensure that they would not starve to death.

If the antenna factory develops smoothly, a clothing processing factory can be opened. Nowadays, every household has a sewing machine, so it is more than enough to run a small clothing factory. It may not make a lot of money, but at least it can improve the lives of the villagers.

But this is all later. If a village-run enterprise wants to develop, it must have connections and resources. The clothing factory does not have a 712 factory to rely on, so it can only rely on itself.

Zhou Feng did not directly Instead of going home, Zhou Feng went directly to the village party committee.

As soon as he entered the courtyard of the village party committee, his eyes lit up. In addition to the three adobe houses that were used as offices, there was also a row of large warehouses.

Zhou Feng took a special look inside and estimated that it was about two to three thousand square meters in size. At the moment, it was indeed empty. It should have been the place used to store the grain of the entire village when the production team was in the past. Now it is vacant.

Zhou Feng went directly to the office of the village party secretary. Chen Jianshe was writing something in his coat and reading glasses, and the kettle on the stove next to him was steaming.

Hearing someone, Chen Jianshe raised his head and said with some surprise:

"Zhou Feng, why are you here?"

Then he thought of something and spoke again:

"Are you here for the homestead? Your uncle Qiushan came to see me. It has been marked out. It is next to Qiushan's house. He said that he will build a new house for you two after the land is planted in the spring."

Zhou Feng was stunned. He didn't expect that his future father-in-law had done so many things in private. Building a house was even on the agenda. He felt a little touched. He was really a godly father-in-law!

"Grandpa Chen, I came here for something else."

"Oh? Tell me what's going on."

Chen Jianshe put down the pen in his hand and asked with interest.

Zhou Feng didn't rush to speak. He first filled Chen Jianshe's big porcelain jar with water, and then slowly talked about his plan to jointly set up a factory with the village.

However, he didn't mention the 712 Radio Factory. He wanted to keep the trump card until the critical moment.

Chen Jianshe looked Zhou Feng up and down again, and said with some surprise:

"Why do you suddenly want to start a factory?"

"Grandpa Chen, you have seen the TV at my house. I made the antenna. I have been trying to sell it in the county recently. It works very well."

"There are two reasons why I want to set up a factory. One is to make money. If I don’t set up a factory, I won’t be able to make a lot of money."

"Second, our life in Kaoshan Village is too hard, and I want to help everyone."

After hearing Zhou Feng's reasons, Chen Jianshe remained silent, and after a long time he asked:

"How much is it?"

"We can invest as much as we want in the early stage. I can find a way to get the equipment and raw materials. We can invest up to 10% of the village's housing fund in the factory. I will personally own 40% of the shares and invest in the same proportion."

Zhou Feng handed the 18-article document to Chen Jianshe after he finished speaking.

Chen Jianshe adjusted his reading glasses and looked at the document carefully.

After about ten minutes, he put the document down and said two words.

"Done!"

"Sales..."What?"

Zhou Feng was really shocked. All the prepared remarks were stuck in his throat. He never expected Chen Jianshe to agree so quickly.

Seeing Zhou Feng's frustrated look, Chen Jianshe smiled and said:

"What? Do you think I agreed too quickly?"

Zhou Feng nodded honestly.

But Chen Jianshe sighed.

"You are right. Life in Kaoshantun is too hard. It is time to find a way out."

"I, an old man, know about antennas."

"I was a scout during the Korean War, and the radio operators all held this thing."

"I know that the quality of the antenna is very important. You also saw the scene when everyone went to your house to watch TV last time. We are poor and can't afford a TV, but there are people who can afford it, and we will be able to afford it sooner or later. If you use a TV, you have to use an antenna, so I think it's capable!"

Zhou Feng listened to this simple theory and was in awe of this old Red Army soldier who crawled out of the sea of blood and corpses. He has the memory of his previous life and can clearly see the direction of the future, but Chen Jianshe can't see it.

Zhou Feng said with a complicated expression:

"Grandpa Chen, aren't you afraid of losing money?"

Chen Jianshe laughed when he heard this.

"Don't be afraid, there's only 10,000 yuan left in the village's housing fund, so take out 1,000 yuan and try it out."

"Everyone is happy"

"No, I estimate that I can live another ten years, so I will fill this hole!"