Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

A piece of sweet potato was planted behind Yuan Yimin's house, and his father, Yuan Hai, was digging the ground with a two-toothed tooth, which didn't look like that at all.

"Uncle Yuan Hai, what are you doing?" Wan Feng entered the ground from the edge and tore off a blackened sweet potato leaf.

The stems and leaves of sweet potatoes crawl all over the ground like a horse tiger. The longest one can climb three to four meters long. They are intertwined with each other like weaving a big net. Just pulling one can pull up a large piece.

Yuan Hai looked at Wan Feng very puzzled, he couldn't remember who this boy was.

"I came to your house once in the spring and asked you that I wanted to print something. You said you would give me an answer in a week, but I forgot about it and only remembered it now."

Yuan Hai remembered who Wan Feng was, to be precise, he remembered the box of Pegasus cigarettes that Wan Feng left behind that day.

"I remembered, you are Zhu Xianyu's grandson."

The first thing Wan Feng did when he came to Yuan Hai's side was to smoke cigarettes. There was still half a pack on Daqianmen yesterday, so he took out one and handed it over, then lit it with a lighter.

Yuan Hai watched Wan Feng's lighter for a long time.

"Uncle Yuan Hai, do you remember what I asked you last time?"

"What did you ask last time?" It's been more than half a year, where can he remember a child's question.

"I want to print a batch of things, can you accept it?"

"Oh, I remembered, I remembered, but we generally don't accept such things. One is that there are fewer jobs and the other is private work. Factory regulations do not allow it."

"Then if it's done in private, don't let the factory know."

Yuan Hai frowned: "I'm afraid it won't work."

Pretending to be better than not.

Which factory does not do private work, you, a workshop director, will not understand the truth of this.

"Uncle Yuan Hai, I also know something about the factory. I also commissioned the factory to do a lot of private work, so let's not beat around the bush. I want to order 10,000 sets of this batch of work, and the estimated value is several hundred yuan. Left and right, I think your workshop can process it in private, as for how to process it, I think you must have a way."

Yuan Hai looked at Wan Feng with an uncertain expression. He didn't know much about what happened in the team because he was away from home all year round, but he still heard some stories about Wan Feng.

This guy is very unusual, and he decided not to treat him like an ordinary child.

"What do you want to make, I'll see what you want to make before making a decision."

Wan Feng took out a sixteen-moment notebook from his pocket, opened it and handed it to Yuan Hai.

There are some patterns drawn on the notebook, there are about seven or eight pictures.

This is a set of products designed by Wanfeng, with five varieties and seven specifications.

After Yuan Hai saw what it was, he was a little dumbfounded: "This thing can still be done like this, I really don't understand what you think."

"I want this year's batch of work for this thing, and I don't want it next year. You can keep it after production and publication, and I won't charge copyright fees."

Yuan Hai was speechless, this guy is still thinking about copyright fees.

"Really, what I said is true, you will use it every year after making the version this year,

Every household will use this product in the future. "

Yuan Hai looked at Wan Feng's samples and pondered for a while and said, "Your job is not troublesome but it's not easy either. Not only do you need plate making but also color matching printing. It may take a few days to get it out."

This means that he has accepted the job.

"I didn't ask for the time, as long as it can be printed before the twelfth lunar month."

"Go into the house, let me calculate how much these things cost?"

Wan Feng followed Yuan Hai into the house, and a flower dog came to Wan Feng's feet as soon as he entered the house.

At that time, the milk dog had grown to more than a foot and stretched its waist, stretching its nose to sniff Wan Feng's legs.

Wan Feng reached out and touched Huagou's head: "Here it is again, forgot that I raised you high?"

Huagou jumped far away with a groan, and looked back at Wan Feng vigilantly, but neither grinned nor barked.

Yuan Hai went into the room, put on his glasses, took a piece of paper and a pen and began to calculate.

Wan Feng didn't even look at how he calculated it, even if he looked at it, he probably wouldn't be able to understand it for a while.

About ten minutes later, Yuan Hai put down his pen.

"The calculation is over, we will charge you four cents and sixty cents for this set of things, and 10,000 sets will be four hundred and sixty yuan."

This price is similar to Wan Feng's estimate.

"So you're next?"

"Isn't it too much to give the workshop workers a little New Year's money a year ago? Anyway, our factory doesn't have much work now."

"Of course it's not too much. It's their honor to have you in your workshop who are considerate of the workers. Should I pay you now or when I deliver the goods?"

"It's time for delivery, one hand is the money and the other is the goods. I'll let Yimin tell you when the goods are ready."

"Alright, Uncle Yuan Hai, let's cooperate happily."

The remaining half pack of cigarettes and the iron lighter Wan Feng were left on the edge of the Kang, and he walked out of Yuan Hai's house with ease.

In any case, this job is settled, and he won't have to be blinded by then.

Yuan Yimin is still studying ants with those children, and these ants are unlucky enough to fall into the hands of these beasts.

After leaving Yuan Yimin's house, Wan Feng went to the brick and tile factory. He wanted to see if Yang Hai, the grandson of the turtle, had worked in the brick and tile factory.

The names of the people here make Wan Feng very speechless, even if you are close to the sea, you can’t all be called the sea, right? The entire back of the depression is called X Hai, and there are five people in XX Hai, which makes another Yang Hai.

Yang Hai didn't let Wan Feng down, he was assigned to the team for stacking water billets.

This job is to take two small two-tooth forks welded by thin iron bars in the hand, and use the small forks to stack the water billets pulled by the cart and stack them in two pieces for air-drying.

This work is not tiring but busy, and it is usually the exclusive domain of women. Perhaps considering his young age, Zhu Ping arranged him here.

Wan Feng didn't go over to greet Yang Hai, but just glanced at him from afar, then turned and left.

Go north all the way along Xigouli, and at the end you will reach the team headquarters.

The people from Yijian hadn't arrived yet, and the person who brought a few people to the team headquarters was Yang Zhanshan, the father of Yang Yongjian.

There are twelve vacant rooms that the team can empty out, and there are at most ten rooms for people to live in here, at least one room for cooking and storing rice.

The kangs of these ten houses have been laid or are being laid, and the wing rooms can only be laid with one set of kangs, while the three main rooms of the team headquarters have two sets of kangs laid in the north and south. The aisle is more than one meter long, and there is no room for a heating stove.

Wan Feng didn't care about it, what he was looking forward to now was when the people from Yijian would come? Can Zhou Bingde come?

He forgot to mention a very important matter to Zhou Bingde yesterday, so he very much hoped that Zhou Bingde could come today.

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