Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

There was a man in the office who was sitting lazily flipping through the newspaper. When Wan Feng came in, he just looked up at Wan Feng and didn't even say a word.

"Uncle! Do you collect broken glass here?"

The man put his head behind the newspaper, and this time he didn't even show his face.

Probably he thought Wan Feng was a kid from someone in this village who came here to play.

Wan Feng threw the butterfly flower that he bought in the Heshe for a fee and threw it in front of him.

He saw that the other party was still holding a dry cigarette in his mouth.

The newspaper in the man's hand was thrown aside, his eyes lit up as he glanced at the pack of cigarettes, and a smile appeared on his face like a seedling emerging from the ground.

"What did you ask just now, kid?"

The saying that money can make ghosts turn the millstone is a famous saying.

"Let me ask if your factory collects broken glass?"

The man looked at Wan Feng in surprise: "You want to sell broken glass? We don't charge a pound or two."

"I'll ask the price first."

"Three catties and two cents."

Two cents for three catties, more than 6% per catty, this price is not low.

Broken glass has no use value at all, let alone broken glass, even whole wine bottles, cans and bottles are thrown away in the countryside, but they are everywhere.

If there is no such a glass factory here, these cullets are of no use in the countryside at all. Except for Cuitun Supply and Marketing Cooperatives, the supply and marketing cooperatives in other places do not collect cullets now.

As for the price, this price was already very good at the time.

Wan Feng still clearly remembers that in the autumn of 1983, when he returned to Longjiang, Shenwu County Buying Station only paid a penny a catty to his company to collect scrap iron.

"Can I sell broken glass directly to you?"

In view of the face of a pack of cigarettes, the man's attitude is very good: "I'm in charge of the purchase, it's no problem for you to sell it, but it's boring if there are few."

"Then if I make a large batch, will you accept it?"

"Can you get large quantities?"

"How do you know it won't work if you haven't tried it?" Wan Feng replied confidently.

"Haha! You little guy is very interesting. I'll take as much as you can get."

"Cash? I won't come without cash."

That person didn't take it seriously, how much can you have as a child: "I promise you will not default."

Wan Feng feels at ease this time, he feels that his first pot of gold is coming.

Walking to the door, Wan Feng turned around and said, "I don't know how long your factory can last?"

Because he will return to Longjiang next winter, Wan Feng really doesn't know how long this factory has been open.

"This depends on the benefits, and it's not bad for the time being."

Leaving the drawing factory and taking Xiaohui back to her home, the conversation between the aunt and the sisters was also completed.

On the way back to Wawa, what Wanfeng paid most attention to was the broken things in the ditches along the roadside, mainly things related to glass.

As he walked, he was elated, and these glass slags could be seen everywhere on the edge of the ditch and fields, which showed that there was no shortage of supply for his plan.

When he got home, he started to arrange, of course, starting with the Wahou team first, and then going to the Waqian mountain and radiating around in a dotted way.

His method is very simple, if anyone collects enough broken glass, he can exchange it for a comic book, or for a penny.

The wire-drawing factory charged six per cent and six per catty, and Wan Feng gave them three per cent and three per catty, and he made double the profit.

When the children in the village learned that three catties of worthless broken glass could be exchanged for a comic book or sold for a penny, everyone's enthusiasm was mobilized, and all the half-grown children appeared in the On the edge of the field, on the top of the mountain, by the side of the ditch, look for things that shine in the sun everywhere.

In just a few days, the entire Jiangwei team knew about it.

Even the Huanghui Brigade of the Heijiao Commune connected to the Jiangwei Brigade and the Dapuzi Brigade of the Xiaogushan Commune also got the news.

Anyway, all the places where glass can be found are children. To Wan Feng's surprise, even some adults joined in the search for broken glass. After all, three catties can be sold for a penny, which is only a few centimeters. It is also a very tempting income for the rural areas where the money is penny.

Wan Feng set up a point at his grandmother's house and Xu Bin's house, and basically bought these broken glass at these two points after school.

When reading the comic book, he would change it to read the comic book. When the turnover of the comic book was not enough, he would give them cash. After more than ten days, he actually bought a lot of broken glass.

Wan Feng collected the ledger and found that he had purchased more than 2,000 catties of broken glass. He thought it was necessary for him to go to the wire drawing factory to sell it.

Today is Sunday, the sun is shining in the sky, and it is a good day for flowers to smile at Wan Feng.

In the morning, Wan Feng went to the wire drawing factory, and after confirming that the guy who bought it was in the factory, he ran back non-stop to find Zhang Hai, the team leader of Wahou.

"Uncle Zhang Hai, I'm going to hire a carriage today, do you think it will work?" Wan Feng slipped a box of handshake cigarettes into Zhang Hai's pocket when he said this.

"Hiring a carriage? What does Xiao Ji dick use a carriage for? Pulling a wife?"

At that time, the general means of transportation for marrying a wife was a horse-drawn carriage, and the most advanced was a walking tractor, and the most advanced was a bicycle.

Wan Feng chuckled: "I am still young to marry a wife, so I have no choice."

Zhang Hai stretched out his hand and patted Wan Feng's head: "Then what do you want the carriage for?"

"I have some broken glass to be sent to Cuitun. I'll give you the money. How about a yuan for a trip? It's enough in the morning, and maybe I'll use it once in a few days."

The distance from Wahou to Cuitun was only three or four miles at best, and in 1980 the shipping cost of one yuan was quite a lot.

Zhang Hai agreed after thinking about it for a while. Anyway, the cart is not too tight now, so he sent a cart with two horses and chains to load the cart.

The owner of the car driving the car is Liang Wan.

Of course, Yan Wanfeng, who has a dime, is not stingy, don't underestimate the fact that this dime is enough to worry about them, and they are very happy.

The two sat on the carriage, one on the left and the other on the right, chatting on the road while driving, and soon arrived at the wire drawing factory to unload the car and weigh it.

Now Wan Feng already knew that the person who purchased the wire drawing factory was Song Yuancheng, and his family lived in Liutun, a village next to Wohutun and Wohutun of the Jiangwei brigade, separated by a three-meter-wide ditch.

The worthless handshake smoke naturally went into his pocket.

Song Yuancheng was surprised that Wan Feng could get the broken glass of a large carriage.

"Little guy, I can't see it. Where did you get so much broken glass?"

"It's okay, my family doesn't produce such things."

Song Yuancheng took a good look at Wan Feng and said to himself: "You little dick is not simple."

It is not easy to collect some broken glass, and I will do even more difficult things in the future.