Rebirth of the 80s New Farmer

It seems that in 11 or 12 years, this thing was finally sold as a waste product because it took up space and got in the way.

Wan Feng believes that machinery can be manufactured as long as one understands its working principle. Of course, there is a huge difference between good and bad quality.

The quality is the problem of many details in the processing process, as long as these problems are solved, high-quality products can be produced.

This requires the accumulation of technical experience and advanced equipment.

Just like now, given Wan Feng a suitable environment, he may not be able to build a car. Of course, he dare not say whether it will break down or how far it can run, but at least it can run.

If Zhang Xiaomanzi didn't show up at this time, Wan Feng would probably still be thinking about making sewing machines for a long time.

Wan Feng didn't know what Xiaolei Zhang's name was. He only knew that he was one of Xia Qiulong's subordinates.

"Brother Xiaowan, come out!"

Wan Feng felt an ominous premonition when he saw the guy sweating profusely.

After bidding farewell to Xia Qiulong's mother in a hurry, he walked out of Xia Qiulong's house.

"Our Lawa's car was stopped by people from Qianyao. Brother Xia led people to confront him. He told me to come find you."

Front kiln?

Qianyao is a village on the west side of Hongya County. It belonged to the Hongguang Brigade of Guanshan Commune at that time. It was still a suburb in 1980, but when Hongya County was expanded in the 90s, the Hongguang Brigade was included in the urban area as a whole and became Zhenxi District. .

Qianyao, as soon as you hear the name, it is related to the kiln, and there are indeed many kilns in Qianyao.

It is said that Qianyao was not a village before liberation. Only a few people who did not know where they came from built a tile kiln here and started firing tiles. Then people settled here one after another and finally formed a village.

The whole village is named after kilns.

The products have also increased from fired tiles to green bricks, clay pots and mud pots. At that time, they were very famous here for hundreds of miles or even over a hundred miles. Grandma's house still has basins made of clay.

Their products are also exported to Gai County, Xiuyan, Donggou, Fu County and other places hundreds of miles away, and even some islands in the South China Sea have their products.

After liberation, this industry gradually declined. During the special ten years, the old and old people who changed their careers disappeared for a while, and it has risen again in recent years. Now the clay pots used by folks in the market in Hongya County Most of the clay pot and mud tile products come from the former kiln, and they occupy the largest market share.

As soon as the plumbing equipment construction site was built, it was not far from Qianyao Village, and the cart delivering tiles was blocked in front of Qianyao Village, which was about a mile away from the construction site.

Wan Feng thought it might have something to do with Wa.

In the past, the tiles of Qianyao were mainly supplied to the three construction companies in the county. Now the largest construction market has been snatched away by Wahou, and the people of Qianyao naturally feel uncomfortable.

"How do you know I'm here?" Wan Feng asked as he walked.

Wan Feng didn't meet Xia Qiulong in the morning, Xia Qiulong probably didn't know he was here.

"Your driver said you might have come here."

That's it.

Wan Feng and Zhang Xiaoleizi rushed to the accident site as quickly as possible.

At this time, the accident site was still in the urban-rural fringe area, more than two miles away from the city, and there were rice fields around.

From a long distance, I saw about three NO.40 people surrounding the road, and they seemed to be arguing about setting fires.

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The noisy people were divided into two groups. One group was headed by Xia Qiulong, with more than ten people, and the other group consisted of a shirtless, muscular 26-year-old, with about 20 people.

Liang Wan's carriage driving Delawa was isolated on one side, the wheels of the two carriages were blocked by four pieces of wooden corrugations, and the two outer shaft horses were grazing leisurely.

Standing behind Xia Qiulong, Liang Wan seemed to be gesticulating and arguing.

When Wan Feng got closer, he heard Xia Qiulong yelling: "Zheng Laosan, Shao Te Bibi, tell me what you mean, is it because it's not easy to bully Lao Xia in Hongya, so if you want to do it, let's do it. "

The guy Xia Qiulong called Zheng Laosan was also unambiguous: "Xia, don't go to Qianyao to scare people, tell you that Qianyao people have traveled all over the world and seen the market, they are not so frightened, just do it , the people in the city are afraid that you and the people in Qianyao really don't take you seriously."

"Then what are you talking about, brothers, do it, anyone who dares to stop our car today will beat him out of shit!"

Both sides rolled up their arms and sleeves, ready to start filming.

Xia Qiulong raised his arms and shouted: "Brothers give me... hey! Brother, you are here."

Xia Qiulong, who was about to issue an attack order, turned his head and saw Wan Feng and Zhang Xiaomanzi approaching quickly, and swallowed back the order he was about to issue.

Wan Feng took a breath to stabilize his mood, and then went straight to the middle of the two groups, looking left at Xia Qiulong, right and Zheng Laosan.

The people on Zheng Laosan's side are in a state of ignorance, and they are about to start working here. Why is there a boy running out?

"What's going on? Rush?" Wan Feng asked.

Zheng Laosan said impatiently: "Xiao Bihai is going to play, it's none of your business here."

Xia Qiulong stepped up to Wan Feng's side and stretched out his hand to pull Wan Feng behind him: "Mr. Zheng, please be more polite, this is my brother!"

Zheng Laosan looked contemptuous: "Xia Qiulong, you are getting more and more screwed, and you also accept the milk boy. Is there no one in the city?"

"What the hell is a nanny, I tell you this is a real brother, a dead brother!"

There was a slight change in the way Zheng Laosan looked at Wan Feng.

Only those who have fought a life-and-death battle together are qualified to be called brothers. This brat had a life-and-death friendship with Xia Qiulong?No matter how you think about it, there is no price.

Wan Feng got out of Xia Qiulong's creaking nest: "Brother, why are you blocking me? How dare he hit me."

Wan Feng once again stood between Xia Qiulong and Zheng Lao Er.

"Brother, who is this shirtless hero? Let me introduce it. Every hero has to show his face. If he doesn't show up, how will he read the next line?"

"Zheng Xuekun from Qianyao, the third eldest is called Zheng Laosan outside, he is a bit lacking in mind, and some are called Zheng Sanyanzi."

Zheng Laosan immediately became angry: "You are so short-hearted, I have a good heart."

It does sound a little careless.

Wan Feng clasped his fists at Zheng's second child, imitating how he ran around the rivers and lakes in TV dramas: "Long admiration, long admiration."

This confuses Zheng Lao Eryang, what era is this?

"Brother Zheng, can I call you Brother Zheng?"

Elder Zheng nodded expressionlessly and said nothing.

"Brother Zheng, I heard that the people from your Qianyao stopped our delivery car, is that the case?"

"That's right, we stopped the carriage, but what does it have to do with you if we stop our businessman's carriage?" Zheng Laosan asked back.