Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

　　 Zhang Hai wore a suit and patrolled on the ground of the pile of water billets.

　　 In the past two days, the brick factory has cut out more than 20,000 pieces of water billets. Although these water billets are tightly covered with grass curtains, they still leak rain.

　　 "Oh! This grass curtain can't completely separate the rain, but rainwater still seeps in. What can I do?" Zhang Hai said distressedly when he came back from the tour.

　　 There can be no loss. Isn't it a dream to think that there is no loss?

　　 Wanfeng ignored Zhang Hai’s unflattering appearance, but went to the drying room of the cement tile factory, where more than 100 cement tiles were dried.

　　 More than ten of them are cement tiles that have been removed from the mold, that is, the finished tiles, which are the tiles that made Wanfeng’s uncle sound the Siberian wolf two hours ago.

　　 If these finished tiles are sold out of the mold, they must go through a curing period of nearly one month.

　　 Wanfeng gently picked up a piece of tile and observed it carefully.

　　In order to increase the frictional grip between the tile surface and the roof, these tiles are yin and yang tiles, which are tiles with a smooth front and rough back.

　　 Wanfeng stretched his hand across the front of the tile lightly. The front of the tile is smooth and slender, which gives people a comfortable feeling.

Wanfeng emphatically inspected the hanging tile strip and the hanging tile ditch. These two things are inconspicuous things on a tile, but they are an important part of the tile. A tile without these two components can not hang on the roof, even if it is beautiful and clean, it will be a piece. Waste tiles.

　　The tile hanging strips and the tile hanging grooves of this tile in Wanfeng's hand are very standard. It seems that the molds made by Xiao Dexiang are completely qualified and there is no problem.

　　 Wanfeng checked a few more tiles and nodded in satisfaction.

　　 But these tiles are still experimental products, not finalized products.

　　 "Cement tiles need to do more experiments, the ratio of cement and sand should be adjusted more, and try to get the most reasonable ratio." Wan Feng put forward his own request.

　　 "Don't worry, these tiles are all experimental. We have recorded the ratio of each experiment, and finally the most suitable ratio will be selected." Zhang Hai explained.

　　 The weight of a flat cement tile is about ten kilograms. Wan Feng roughly calculated the cost of a tile. The cost of a tile including various overhead losses is about five cents.

　　 At that time, the small blue tiles on the market were only five cents a piece, but the area was much smaller than that of cement tiles.

　　A square cement tile requires nine yuan, while a small blue tile requires about fifteen. The cost of a small blue tile shop is 75 cents.

　　 Replace the seven cents with nine pieces of cement tiles, then each piece of cement tile equals eight and three per cent.

　　Then give the cement tile a price of eight cents a piece.

　　 After eliminating the cost of a tile, there is still a three-point profit. Although this profit is not substantial, it is reasonable.

　　 As for the specification of the cement brick is 240X110X53, its cost can be reduced to about two and a half per block, and the price should be no problem at four to five cents.

　　 Compared with cement tiles, cement tiles have much less loss than cement tiles because of their simple production.

　　 The rain came fast and went fast, and when Wanfeng was about to go home, the sky was sunny outside.

　　 Zhuping walked ahead bravely with bare feet and turned back from time to time to urge Wanfeng to go fast.

　　 "What are you in a hurry? It's still early before dark."

　　 "The team will be in a movie before tonight."

　　 "You don't need to be so anxious even if you are acting in a movie. It's not five o'clock yet."

　　 "Am I hungry!"

　　 "Not promising!" Wan Feng did not hide his contempt for his younger uncle at all.

　　 There are really not many movies this summer. It seems that I haven't shown a movie in the past month.

　　 After dinner, Wan Feng was not in a hurry to go to Waqian, and now it’s still dark, even if he goes there, he can’t act anymore. Besides, he didn’t plan to go to see it.

　　 Had it not been for Xicheng and the blacksmith who had been around him like two flies for a long time, maybe he would not have gone.

　　The front of the Waqian team is on the side of the dirt road leading to Xiaoshutun, and a white screen has been pulled up in an empty field.

　　 The heavy rain in the afternoon only caused a little muddy because of the short time.

　　 His three older sisters were indispensable to mobilize from Xicheng, and the blacksmith followed Zhuping. Who made Zhuping his future brother-in-law.

　　 When there was about 200 meters away from the destination, the movie screen suddenly changed colors, and at the same time there was a horn sound.

　　 "It's acting, run." The blacksmith yelled, and his future brother-in-law Zhuping quickened his pace.

　　Cong Xicheng and his guards also ran away like a hornet's nest that was stabbed, and in a blink of an eye, Wanfeng was left alone.

　　 Wanfeng came to the movie theater without rushing into the crowd. Instead, he leaned against a stone wall and looked boredly at the black and white figures on the screen.

　　The movie is a very old movie: Landmine Warfare. It is on the stage where three female militiamen hang mine ghosts in the ravine.

　　Jiang Jun sneakily came to Wanfeng like a landmine from nowhere, and took out two landmines from his pocket...oh, it was two tomatoes and a cantaloupe.

Wan Feng saw these two things and stared at Jiang Jun: "Bad! Where did you come from? If you tell me this is from your home garden, I will kick you in that dung pit~www.NovelMTL.com~If Jiang The army only took out the tomato Wanfeng to ensure that there was no such question, because I planted this stuff in my garden. But melon is different. Wanfeng really didn't see anyone planting it in his garden.

　　 "It's from the top of the mountain, in the head of the old beam." Jiang Jun answered honestly.

The top of the mountain mentioned by Jiang Jun was the ridge between the two teams of Waqian and Wahou. Old Liangtou Wanfeng also remembered that this old man lived on the top of the mountain every summer, and he planted tomatoes, cantaloupe, Watermelon or something, and then one person picked it up and sold it at the market.

　　 "You who are paralyzed, told me not to steal anything in the future? Don't say this was given to you by the old head of Liang."

　　 Jiang Jun touched his head: "Stealing this is not considered stealing, can anyone bite melon and jujube?"

　　 Wanfeng flew and kicked Jiang Jun's body: "You are not allowed to steal melons and jujubes!"

　　 "I promise not to steal it in the future, and I will not reach out for the melon jujube."

　　 "Take this thing away, I won't eat the stolen things."

　　 "Don't! Keep it, I think your daughter-in-law is looking for you everywhere. If you don't eat, she promises not to refuse."

　　 Wanfeng kicked over again: "You are paralyzed to spread rumors, where is Lao Tzu's daughter-in-law?"

Before the words of 　　 fell, a pleasantly surprised voice came over: "So you are here."

　　 Wanfeng immediately lost energy like an eggplant beaten by frost. This **** girl just appeared at this time.

　　 Jiang Jun smiled, and threw Wan Feng an expression that I understood, turned and disappeared into the crowd.

Luan Feng came to Wanfeng’s side with a scented wind. Her eyes must be cats. With this black lamp, she could see the tomatoes and melons in Wanfeng’s hands. It started to click.