Rebirth of the 80s New Farmer

More than a dozen people from the agricultural reclamation system each divided ten tons. What's the use of this?

"Xiao Wan, this amount is still not enough, it's still small."

"You have to eat one bite at a time, and be careful to eat it to death. Let me ask Shabilov how much potential he has. If he fails, I will go over there and directly buy the inventory of the fertilizer factory over there."

Now Wan Feng can also see that even if Shamilov sends [-] tons a day, it is not enough to do?

"One thousand tons a day!"

Shamilov's eyeballs almost flew out.

What an appetite the Chinese people have.

"This won't work. I have to sell the goods I bought back before I have the funds to buy fertilizers. This will take a cycle."

"Can you be any more stupid? You won't exchange the goods directly for fertilizers at a price, so you'll have time to return your funds! Besides, don't expect to sell some goods by yourself. You can wholesale them and earn less money yourself. Wouldn’t the volume of goods be more? The speed of returning funds will also be greatly accelerated.”

Shamilov slapped his head: "That's right! I just thought about selling it myself."

"Also, I decided to give you supplies worth a thousand boxes of wine on credit, and send me a thousand tons of fertilizer a day later, and try to move all the stocks in your fertilizer factory to me before our Huaguo. You are now Now that I have a manpower, I can properly get steel for me."

Shamilov is indeed worthy of training, so increase the intensity of training.

This stems from Shamilov's courage and city power, and of course it also stems from the little old man that Han Guang's family attaches great importance to.

With such a person by Shabilov's side, Wan Feng didn't think this guy would die halfway.

Shamilov was overjoyed upon hearing this.

Supplies worth a thousand cases of wine are assets worth millions of rubles. With these things, he can do a lot.

The substance worth a thousand boxes of liquor requires some calculations, and it cannot be imagined by the head.

This Shamilov wanted to go back to the city of Buenos Aires to find a professional to do the calculations.

Speaking of steel, Shamilov remembered those tanks.

"Tank? Buried in the ground?"

"When the troops gathered at the border were withdrawn two years ago, those who disliked those heavy machinery getting in the way, don't bury them all."

Wan Feng sighed, it is the Empire after all, tanks that can go to the front line just don't want them, that's silly.

If Maozi lived his life carefully and carefully, how could he collapse so quickly.

"Yes! As much as you want, but this can only belong to scrap iron and steel, I can only pay half of the price, and you have to cut it, so you can't just bring it in as it is, or you may not be able to pass the test."

As long as Wanfeng wanted it just now, the profit of steel products is more than ten times higher than that of chemical fertilizers.

A ton of ordinary steel is now more than a thousand yuan in China, and high-quality steel is tens of thousands of yuan.

Will the steel used to build tanks be junk?

Chapter One Thousand and Forty

Alexai and Han Guang's family went somewhere during the transaction between Wan Feng and Shamilov. At this moment, they wandered back from the warehouse.

The careful Wan Feng could tell from the clothes of the two that they had fought against each other.

Although both of them were wearing padded jackets, the clothes inside could not be seen, but the trousers still showed some flaws.

The trousers of both of them were wrinkled, and there were vague shoe prints on Alexei's trousers, but Han Guang's trousers did not.

And the expressions of the two are also different. Although they both have shallow smiles on their faces, Alexei's smile is slightly regretful.

It was obvious that Han Guang's family won the match between the two.

Wan Feng was judging in his heart, so he naturally wouldn't foolishly ask who won and who lost.

The bad old man is also a person who wants to save face.

"Don't Uncle Alexei want to eat hot pot? I have ordered the cafeteria to prepare it just now, and it is probably ready now. Let's go eat hot pot while your convoy is loading up."

Wan Feng brought Shamilov, Alexei, Han Guangjia, and Yang Jianguo into the cafeteria.

A hot pot has been set up on a dining table in the cafeteria, and the charcoal in the hot pot has boiled the water in the pot, emitting white gas.

There are many plates around the hot pot, and there are mutton rolls, beef slices, pork slices, Chinese cabbage, radishes, carrots, vermicelli, dried mushrooms, etc. on the plates.

Then there are many bottles and jars of different sizes.

"We can only cook hot pot in winter, we don't have any vegetables. If it's summer, there will be more varieties of vegetables. Now we can cook meat. Come on, make your own sauce."

Wan Feng picked up a small bowl and poured sesame paste into the bowl from a bottle, then added a little sesame oil, chili oil, and a small amount of monosodium glutamate.

Han Guangjia and Yang Jianguo also skillfully prepared their own sauce, while Shamilov and Alexei stood and watched.

"Why don't you adjust the sauce? You have to adjust it yourself according to your own taste, and others can't do it for you."

"We won't." Shamilov was a little embarrassed.

"Don't you Soviet Union also eat hot pot? How do you eat it?"

"We just throw everything in the pot and eat it."

Holding the grass is no different from a big mess.

The dishes cooked in the hot pot itself cannot fully absorb the aroma of the soup, and they need to be paired with dipping sauce to taste better. Therefore, dipping sauce is the most important thing when eating hot pot. It can be said that hot pot without dipping sauce has no soul.

For the way of eating like Shamilov said, it might as well be stewed in a big pot.

Wan Feng had no choice but to mix a bowl of sauce for Shamilov and Alexei.

"Eat it first, and learn to adjust it slowly if it doesn't suit your taste."

While talking, mutton, beef and pork are poured into the hot pot with crackling.

There are also two bottles of liquor on the table, which are for everyone except Wan Feng.

A few minutes later, Wan Feng scooped up a piece of mutton with chopsticks.

"Eat, eat, if you don't eat, you'll be exhausted."

Using a knife and fork to eat hot pot is a bit tricky, not as flexible as chopsticks. Alexei can use chopsticks to some extent, and he can pick things out, but Shamilov is a chopstick idiot.

I learned to use chopsticks, and after working for a long time, I didn't even get a chicken feather out of the hot pot, so I had to use a knife and fork.

Wan Feng really didn't prepare knives and forks here. Fortunately, there were two small forks like those sold in shops in the cafeteria. As for the knives, they were also canteen skinning knives.

Although it is a bit unprofessional compared to the knives and forks they are used to, they can only make do with it.