Rebirth of the 80s New Farmer

But as long as you add a small shelf, it will look much better.

Now Wan Feng rode this modified 'Dayang Nine Zero' for a lap outside.

When galloping to Huanghui Village, the car turned into the yard where Liu Shengguang was hired to see the construction of Liu Shengguang's oil workshop.

Liu Shengguang's oil workshop started construction in mid-May when Wan Feng returned from Beijing, and it has been under construction for about a month now.

It is a bit of an exaggeration to say that it is a construction, but it is to repair and rebuild on the basis of the original.

The old houses that Wan Feng saw when he first came here have basically changed their appearance now.

It needs to be modified and modified, even if it is not completely new, it is still presentable.

The original sandy yard has also hardened at this time, and the concrete floor has been covered, but it is not dry yet, and some people are constantly spraying water on the concrete floor to maintain health.

"Have you checked the equipment?"

My own factory really didn't have time, otherwise it wouldn't be fun for Li Da's machine tool department to design a set of oil extraction equipment.

"I went to the industrial market to look at the equipment. I have basically selected a set of equipment. It is a product of a manufacturer in Dongshan Province. It is equipped with an automatic machine tool pressing device, and the other party will install and debug it."

"What about the price?"

"It's a little more expensive. It can be more than 8000 yuan more expensive than traditional equipment, forty-three thousand. They will come to install it after the place is completely tidied up."

Wan Feng nodded: "When your machine is installed, I will give you the money for the second collection of beans, and you can go to Cuitun Wuqing's plastic factory to order some transparent round or square plastic buckets, which can hold Five catties of oil, and then give your own soybean oil a name and register a trademark.”

"Ah! Do you still need this? Doesn't it cost a lot of money to register a trademark?"

"Bear! What is this little money? Your oil has to go the high-end route. Without a trademark, it can't be a three-no product? Do you know the benefits of going the high-end route?"

"What's the benefit?"

Look at this impure brand authentic old farmer!

"You can sell it for more money! You can sell ordinary soybean oil for [-] yuan a catty. If you add a plastic bucket with a colorful label, the five catties of oil can be sold for [-] yuan in the city, understand?"

Liu Shengguang's eyes froze: "Is anyone buying it? Who would buy an extra plastic bucket for two yuan and five dollars?"

"What are you worrying about? You don't care who buys it. Anyway, if someone buys it, just listen to me. The lid of the plastic bucket should have a handle. You can go to my uncle and tell him and he will understand."

"How much is that plastic bucket?"

"It's probably only three cents or two cents in batches. You can find out by asking. Anyway, the bigger the quantity, the cheaper it is. I'm leaving."

After finishing speaking, Wan Feng got on his motorcycle and walked back. As soon as he got off the slope of Dongshan, he saw a small passenger car stop at Wankou Station, and some passengers got out of the car.

Chapter 1547 Big Brother

There are two trips to Jiangwei every day, one at ten o'clock in the morning and one at three in the afternoon.

When Wan Feng arrived at the mouth of the bay, Xu Bin was sitting under the awning at the entrance with a fan in one hand and a soft drink in the other.

The car came to a screeching halt in front of Xu Bin.

"You tell Yuanyuan that the goods were taken away by the car of Zhang Shiqian's team yesterday afternoon."

Xu Bin didn't pay attention to what Wan Feng said, his attention was all on the motorcycle under Wan Feng's crotch.

"What kind of motorcycle is this?"

"New car, now I don't know what it's called."

Xu Bin walked around the motorcycle and became interested in the handlebars.

"Why is this handlebar like this?"

"This is the prince. As for why it is called the prince? I don't know."

"When will it come out, I'll get one."

"Don't count on this year, next year. Hey! How long have you been chatting with Yuanyuan every day?" Wan Feng remembered Xu Bin's phone bill.

Xu Bin said cheerfully, "We didn't chat for a long time, only 8 minutes."

Don't let the other ten or eight minutes hear you.

It's only a few days before the end of the month, when the phone bill comes, will Xu Bin cry?

"Brother! Why are you laughing like a ghost? There must be nothing good."

"Crap, what does your mother cook for lunch? Do you have pancakes?"

The standard of living here in Jiangwei is high, and now I can’t even eat cornmeal pancakes if I want to.

He hadn't seen what a cornbread looked like in over a month.

Tofu stewed with cabbage is the most delicious thing in Wan Feng's eyes.

Xu Bin shook his head: "No, it's just steamed vegetable dumplings."

"What face?"

If it's cornmeal, he's going to make do with it here.

"White flour."

Wan Feng kicked on fire, turned his head and walked away.

What's so good about white noodles' vegetable dumplings.

Is this a bit crazy?

It will take another three years for the food stamps to be cancelled. Only when the food stamps are canceled will it prove that the Chinese people can have enough to eat.

When some people haven't had enough to eat, he here dislikes white flour and rice.

Gone!

At the gate of the garment factory, Wan Feng went in to find Luan Feng.

"Shall I go to your house for dinner tonight?"

Luan Feng was delighted when she heard it: "Say! What do you want to eat?"

"I want to eat cornbread."

"What? Do you want corn pancakes?" Luan Feng didn't like to eat that. She had had enough corn porridge and corn pancakes since she was a child.