Rebirth of the 80s New Farmer

"Dear!"

"You're crazy!" Luan Feng turned around and ran into the yard.

Wan Feng wanted to go crazy for a while, but Luan Feng, who has always been crazy, became rational. Who can he ask for reasoning?

Liang Wan's family is still full of people. Wan Feng admires Liang Wan's wife very much. During the 300-plus days of the year, there are many people gathered in his house at night except where there are movies at night. Why doesn't she bother her?

Even if she is a hospitable person, no one can bear to change like this every day. If it is an ordinary person, she would have been blasted out with a stick long ago.

"Brother-in-law is here, brother-in-law is here."

Liang Wan's youngest daughter was overjoyed to see Wan Feng, but her brother-in-law outside the system hadn't been here for a long time.

Liang Wan'er's daughter also booed. The strange thing is that today Liang Hua didn't say anything to stop the two white-eyed wolf sisters, but just rolled his eyes.

"It's useless to call me brother-in-law today, and I have no sugar or money."

"But I heard the sound of a steel hammer in your pocket." Liang Wan's youngest daughter bit her finger and said without any shame.

Is it a money worshiper after all, can he listen to the voice of money at such a young age?

Wan Feng had no choice but to take out two two-cent silver coins from his pocket and give out one to each of them, which was enough to buy two paper-wrapped hard candies.

To Wan Feng's surprise, Liang Wan's family's dining table was still on the kang, and Liang Wan, Zhang Hai, Zhu Ping, and the team of accountants were drinking and bragging.

Seeing Wan Feng coming, Liang Wan warmly greeted Wan Feng to go to the kang and have a drink.

Wan Feng looked at the table, what's all this?

A dish of peanuts, a dish of small dried fish, a dish of cucumbers, and a dish of kohlrabi.

The point is that there are not many of these things, especially the plate of peanuts that shivered, Wan Feng counted that there were exactly seven grains left, and there was still a shape in the plate.

Could this be the legendary Big Dipper Array of Quanzhen Sect?

"Come up, come up."

"Don't go up, lick the bottom of the plate, don't do that." Wan Feng said bluntly.

"This is still reserved for you, otherwise you won't even be able to lick the bottom of the plate."

Liang Wan and Wan Feng were directors, knowing that Wan Feng's words were out of line, they didn't care, and they joked with Wan Feng.

Although he couldn't talk about going to the kang, Wan Feng still went to the kang, of course not to lick the bottom of the plate but to listen to Zhang Hai show his plan.

"Our Wahou Brick and Tile Factory is now on the right track, and the expansion of the brick kiln is proceeding in an orderly manner. I originally planned to spend one month on the expansion, but now it seems that the expansion will be completed in half a month. Wait for the expansion to be completed. The output can be doubled, I calculated that by the end of the year we will be able to produce 50 red bricks, and the profits generated by the red bricks alone can pay off the loan.”

Although Zhang Hai didn't say how much profit it could generate, Wan Feng knew that there was such an output. Adding the total output of 12 pieces from the first two kilns, the 60 red bricks could generate a profit of about 1 yuan.

A total of 9000 yuan was borrowed twice before and after Wahou, and these profits are really enough to repay the loan.

But it's not a problem for this guy to always think about repaying the loan. Can he still be a little bit promising?

"As for cement tiles, around NO.20 of this month, the transformation of the tile workshop has also been completed, so that we will have a daily production capacity of 13 pieces. According to this capacity, by the end of the year, we will have [-] pieces. The volume, the profit it generates is enough to give us a good year."

Zhang Hai is full of pride.

The profit of cement tiles is much higher than that of bricks. The profit generated by the output of 13 pieces is not only a good year, but also an extremely luxurious year.

but…

In a blink of an eye, Zhang Hai sighed.

"But we don't have enough labor. Where can we find labor? It's too late in this life." This guy didn't forget to keep silent at the end.

Of course it's too late in this life, and the country won't allow it.

Yes, this Wan Feng is also worried, where can he hire labor?

Chapter 195 It's too late if you don't get married in winter

Without a labor force, productivity cannot be maximized. Without such a large productivity, the big pancake Zhang Hai drew just now may become a small pancake, and maybe it will become a corn pancake.

There is no joint production contract in the countryside, and the labor force of each production team is basically a radish and a pit. Don't look at the inefficient busyness all day long, but there are really no redundant people.

There are many unemployed young people in the cities, but it is impossible for them to work as coolies in the countryside to make bricks and tiles.

Even if they squat under the roots of the trees and watch the ants climb up the trees, they will not come to the countryside to perform this coolie.

Zhang Hai looked at Wan Feng for help, and Wan Feng shook his head.

For the time being, he has nothing to do.

Now is not the time when Wahou is most short of people. In winter, once Luanfeng's garment factory opens, it will be the most short time.

Many girls will enter the clothing factory, and the manpower is even less.

Then it’s time to gossip, which team’s so-and-so was caught playing hooligans with other old women, and lost an old hen; and which team’s so-and-so was chased until they peed their pants Yunyun, who else has a girl with a big belly when she gets married.

Wan Feng is not interested in listening to these things anymore. He has watched countless blockbuster love movies.

Put on your shoes and wander into the back room.

Today, there is no one in the back room, which is beyond Wan Feng's expectation, no wonder it is so quiet.

Six or seven girls sat on the kang and embroidered by the light, each with an embroidered tassel in their hands.

Under the 25-degree bulb, they are not afraid of damaging their eyes.

"I said you can't change a big light bulb. It must be 25 degrees to embroider at night. Be careful if the [-]-degree light bulb is blind, no one will leave it at home in the future."

Qiuyu rolled her eyes: "Doesn't the light bulb consume electricity if it's big?"

"Look what you call bird tents. Don't you make money by embroidering? If you give your sister a penny a night, your sister will be very happy. Each of you only spent a penny. For a penny, the light is bright and the embroidery is good, and the key is that your eyes don’t have to suffer, and your sister didn’t pay the electricity bill, isn’t this a happy situation!”

These people are really stupid, watching the dark lights to make mistakes for themselves.

"That's right! We can embroider at least three patterns this night, and we can earn [-] cents. How much less suffering will we each pay for one cent?" someone suggested.

"Tomorrow, let's pay for a [-]-degree bulb to replace, so as not to get tired of the dark eyes." Someone responded.

Liang Hua was also embroidering with an embroidered frame in his hand.

Wan Feng approached Liang Hua: "Daughter-in-law, do you know how to embroider?"

Liang Hua squinted at Wan Feng with wide eyes and didn't speak.

"Don't look at me all the time, be careful not to prick your hands, I still look the same and haven't changed at all, it's useless to look at me."