Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

At this point, Wan Feng made an addition: "If we lack technicians for red brick sintering, we can go to Gaoyang to invite some masters."

This Wanfeng has the right to speak. After 1983, when many policies began to appear in the countryside, there would be a recovery period for infrastructure construction, and many buildings began to be launched. Even in rural areas around 1986, there was a trend of building a large number of new houses, followed by the launch of large-scale construction. Although there were some ups and downs in the middle, this trend continued until after 2010.

But this Wan Feng can't say, he can't tell others that he came back from time travel thirty-eight years later!

The meeting ended here. Before leaving, Zhang Hai also told Wan Feng to go to see the venue with him tomorrow.

Wan Feng was full of reluctance, but he had no choice but to agree because he thought that he would still have a share in the future.

In the middle of the night, it began to rain outside.

Wan Feng liked rain, and for some reason, when it rained, his heart felt extraordinarily comfortable, and even sleeping was extremely sweet.

When I opened my eyes at 5 o'clock in the morning, I realized that the rain outside had not stopped but turned into a torrential downpour, heavier than a downpour.

Xin said that there is no need to visit the venue this time.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Hai, who had acute eye disease, ran from Xigouli to Dongtou at seven o'clock, and could not help but drag Wan Feng out.

This is bad luck.

Wan Feng was wearing a coir raincoat that he had only seen in ancient TV dramas, and a bamboo hat on his head.

If he had another knife on his waist, he could pretend to be a hero.

The bamboo hat is not tight, and it is raining heavily outside, and it is raining lightly inside, and the drizzling is so sour.

"Uncle Zhang Hai, if I catch a cold, will the team pay for the medicine?"

"pay!"

"What if you have a fever? What kind of tuberculosis, gastric ulcer, etc. are caused by the fever?"

Zhang Hai became impatient: "Don't worry! Stay far away, you won't die!"

This is very reasonable, and it is indeed far away! He definitely won't die.

So, behind Zhang Hai's back, Wan Feng gave him a string of Martian letters: #￥%...*\u0026*

The people who went to see the venue were the same people as yesterday.

Probably except for Wan Feng who was afraid of death, the rest of the people in Wahou were warriors, and they rushed to the field with impassioned expressions, only Wan Feng was trembling behind.

Maybe it was pitiful for God to see Wan Feng look like a wet chick. When they reached the venue that Zhang Hai said they had chosen, the rain stopped.

Wan Feng threw away the bamboo hat on his head and the coir raincoat on his body, not to mention that it was very uncomfortable to wear.

The site Zhang Hai chose was at the end of Xigouli. Nanshan and Xishan might not like each other here, so they converged at the turn, forming a mountain bend with a diameter of one mile.

The mountain bend turned out to be land, and there was a stream on one side.

Perhaps because the soil here is too sticky, the land here is almost half-abandoned, but it is a good place to open a brick kiln.

The clay here is so sticky, even Wanfeng's Jiefang shoes were soaked by the rain, and he didn't know which piece of clay was glued away. Now his bare feet are squishing in the mud like ducks treading water.

"Nephew! What do you think of this place? The clay here is very sticky, and the bricks fired here are guaranteed to be strong, and the clay capacity here is enough to burn tens of millions of bricks."

Wanfeng really can't comment on the clay and terrain here, but the road here is a big problem.

"There seems to be no problem with the soil, but the road here is a serious problem. If there is no road, it doesn't matter how many bricks you burn here."

"The road is not a problem, we can draw labor to repair it, now let's discuss the specific location and size of the brick kiln."

It took a long time to determine the specific location of the brick kiln.

It took more than an hour to finally determine the side of the mountain bend near the country road.

The size of the brick kiln is much simpler.

Because they were crossing the river by feeling the stones, no one knew what to do. For the sake of caution, a small brick kiln with six holes was designed, and of course the area for later expansion was also reserved.

The rest is to find someone to design the shape of the brick kiln and estimate the cost of building the kiln.

This has nothing to do with Wan Feng.

Zhang Hai wants to keep Wan Feng at his house for dinner, and it's only after nine o'clock to eat a fart meal.

Wan Feng was not as happy as eating with a board and tongs.

Wan Feng managed to find his shoes out of the mud, rinsed them in the ditch, and then put them on his feet so wet.

It felt better to be barefoot, so I took it off and carried it in my hand.

Wan Feng followed Zhang Hai to the team headquarters with his shoes in his hand to get tools, and when he passed the door of Liang Wan's house, the voices of brother-in-law and brother-in-law flew out from the window of her house.

The two heads of his two cheap sister-in-laws stuck out the windows and smiled flatteringly at Wan Feng, completely ignoring the scolding from the eldest sister behind them.

Compared with the candy, the elder sister's two reprimands seemed to be non-existent.

Now Wan Feng had nothing on him, so he had no choice but to lift up the shoes in his hand, and then ran away in a desperate manner.

Wan Feng borrowed a wrench and pliers from the Wahou team's grain processing site and returned to his grandma's house, where he spent the rest of the morning dismantling the bicycle.

One of the two bent rims is mediocre, and the other can only be sold as scrap.

Wan Feng made gestures for a long time, and finally decided that with his three melons and two dates, he couldn't clean up the car on the edge of the garbage dump.

Although the big frame is very distorted, Wan Feng believes that he can still turn it around with a good car repairman.

There is almost nothing left of a bicycle except for the big frame and the rim, only the shelf, the front fork, the handlebar, the seat and the pedals.

One of the pedals was also deformed.

Except for him who still has confidence in this car, no one in this world would have extravagant hopes for it.

Wan Feng remembered that the Gushan Supply and Marketing Cooperative had a car repair shop, which should be a department of the supply and marketing cooperative, and they would definitely be able to repair this bicycle.

But it rained heavily last night, because the water level of the Na River must have risen, it is estimated that the river will not pass, so we can only talk about it in two days.

Don't worry, anyway, there are still nearly two months before the summer vacation.

For the students, Sunday seems to pass very quickly, and they have to go to school again before they have had a good time.

"Crossing the streets, I walk in the alleys, and I sing along the way. I am happy in my heart. I play the guitar with a ding-dong sound. I play the guitar ding-dong ding-dong. The singing accompanies me as I walk on the road..."

On Monday morning, Wan Feng stepped into the school with his schoolbag on his back and sang a little song.

He is now a star figure in the fifth grade, and the male and female students all look at him enthusiastically.

The male classmates looked at him enthusiastically because he defeated the brothers Tan Chun in one fell swoop, and deep down in their hearts they still have the instinct to worship strength.

And the female classmates looked at him enthusiastically, except that he was more wise and mighty, probably because of the villain, and it was guaranteed not because of his looks.

Although people at that time didn't know what kind of animal a handsome guy was, they could still tell the difference between good-looking and ugly.