Chapter 6: Growing vegetables is the way to go
Inside the brick kiln.
Yu Yang was chatting with his elder brother while digging through the cave dwelling that was destroyed by the flood and picking refractory bricks.
"Speaking of which, we know that there are hidden dangers in this brick kiln and still sell it blatantly. Will this constitute contract fraud?"
"Don't you know a lot about this?"
"I'm not a lawyer."
"Me neither!"
"..."
A little bit.
The eldest brother comforted him: "Don't worry, most people can't see the problem."
"What do you mean by ordinary people?"
"You're just an ordinary person."
"I?"
Although Yu Yang is not a lawyer, he has been working in construction for more than 20 years.
But with so many years of accumulated construction experience, even though he knew that floods were rushing into the brick kiln, he never thought that the foundation would collapse.
As for the brick kiln in another time and space...
After Lao Yu came out, the brick kiln had been forcibly taken away by the court.
Later, the two of them went to work on projects. At most, they heard from family members that the country completely banned the firing of red bricks, and the brick kiln in Shiliying was forcibly demolished.
From this point of view, there have been no major accidents in brick kilns. At most, the cave dwellings have sunk and the chimneys have cracked.
Yu Yang secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
This way we can sell with peace of mind and don’t have to worry about contract deception.
Furthermore, if something goes wrong in a large building, people will die.
If it’s just a cracked chimney, there’s no need to worry about hurting innocent people.
certainly.
There are hidden dangers in the brick kiln, and we cannot pull out too many refractory bricks.
Otherwise, if something happens one day, some people will look for these clues and pull us out to take the blame.
Therefore, Yu Yang went back and forth and only shipped five cars.
Just enough to build a fire cellar.
As for the bricks used to support the fire kang, you need to buy them with money.
Yu Yang first counted the money in his pocket.
On the first day, I got 300 from selling vegetables, excluding the 50 yuan for the meat buns, and the 120 yuan for the shoulder poles and large woven baskets...
Uncle Liu joined in the evening and gave me a technical support fee of 1,000 yuan.
The next day I got 900 from selling vegetables, excluding the 50 yuan for the steamed buns, and the 380 yuan for the donkey...
The charcoal for the iron sheet stove and the briquette factory is all owed by the strong men on credit, so there is no need to calculate it for the time being.
"Almost sixteen hundred dollars."
Yu Yang had a clue in his mind and immediately drove to Han Gai.
There is also a brick kiln here.
Although the colleagues were enemies, both sides were washed away by the flood. However, Laoyu was unable to resume production quickly due to the low terrain, collapsed cave dwellings, and lack of funds.
But here, with the help of the master master hired by Lao Yu to repair the brick kiln, the damage was repaired in a few days.
So there’s a bit of a friendship.
After chatting for a while, the factory director surnamed Lu gave the guaranteed price on the spot, which was 15 cents for each red brick.
Yu Yang immediately ordered 10,000 red bricks.
Then each red brick costs 5 cents for loading and 5 cents for unloading, which is equivalent to adding 100 cents to the total payment and door-to-door delivery.
After finishing these tasks, he went to Yu Laizi's house to return the mule and took away his own little donkey.
Then he hitched the wooden cart, loaded the accumulated bean sprouts, and headed for the Buddha Temple with his third, fourth, and fifth brothers.
The bean sprouts to be sold today include the remaining 6 baskets from yesterday morning, the 10 baskets planted yesterday afternoon, and the 10 baskets planted this morning.
26 large baskets of bean sprouts were piled on top of Lao Gao's cart.
If everything is sold out, there will be at least 2,400 yuan in profit.
"This is just the fire pit in the east room and main room, with a total area of 3 centimeters, about 20 square meters."
"When the super large fire pit in the yard is put into operation, it will be 50 meters long, 30 meters wide, and almost 1,500 square meters. I'm afraid it won't be easy to make tens of thousands of dollars..."
"No, you can actually make 200,000 yuan in one day?!"
Yu Yang thought he had made a mistake, so he counted again with his fingers, and his calculations instantly exploded.
Whatever brick kiln you want, whatever project you want to do, whatever financial stocks you want to speculate in, growing vegetables is the way to go.
Maybe if we wait another two years, we can still get subsidies and take the green channel.
"This future is unimaginable!"
Yu Yang suddenly stood up, raised his hand and waved his whip, "Charge the duck!"
The little donkey, who had eaten and drank enough, raised its four hooves and walked on the bumpy country dirt road with flying steps, raising a long trail of smoke.
…
Yujia Village.
The old men and women who were squatting at the entrance of the village basking in the sun collectively watched Yu Yang leave with the donkey cart, and immediately started talking about it.
"These foreigners are really strong." "Isn't that right? They went on a rampage with the door panel last night."
"What's in the car?"
"It should be bean sprouts."
"Where did Sanyuan get so many bean sprouts?"
"Didn't you say the car rolled over at high speed?"
"After listening to his nonsense, I went to his house and saw that a fire pit was being set up in the huge yard. I guess these bean sprouts were grown using a fire pit."
In the same village, no one can hide the things in front of and behind the house from the other.
Especially Grandpa San was still there, "I'm telling you, Sanyuan is going to make you rich."
"What do you mean?"
"Those foreigners would plant bean sprouts in winter. Because their cars were robbed, they didn't dare to go home, so they cooperated with Sanyuan and planned to make some money from growing bean sprouts before going back."
"Is Doumiao really that profitable?"
"It must be profitable, otherwise how could Sanyuan be willing to eat and drink? Sanyuan treated me to meat buns the day before yesterday, and meat buns yesterday. This morning, Sanyuan brought back old Korean beef soup and beef cakes from Hangai."
Third Grandpa said, lighting up a half-pack of General cigarettes that Yu Yang had thrown to him when he came back from the village chief's house last night, and then took a sip of the wolfberry and chrysanthemum tea he had brought back from the village chief's house. "I'm a little tired of eating, so I have to go and relieve the heat. ”
At the end, he added: "And the stove, it was so hot at night."
The other old men and women looked at the third child with an expression that didn't seem to be hypocritical, and felt envious but couldn't express it.
After a moment of silence, the collective: "tui!"
But no matter what, the way the villagers looked at Yu Yang was indeed different from before.
It’s no longer ‘your father was arrested’, ‘your family owes someone money’, ‘I need to stay away from you’, ‘don’t talk to me’.
But...
‘Whenever you can carry me away, I also want to try meat buns. ’
'That stove is really warm. Give me the whole three yuan anytime. ’
‘General cigarettes, four yuan a pack, just one cigarette a day. ’
In silence.
"By the way, where did Grandpa Sanyuan go?"
"I heard that in order to get Jianjun out, he took a train to the Northeast to borrow money from his two sons."
"It must have been more than half a month, right?"
"I guess I didn't get enough, so I went to Southern Xinjiang again, where I still have two sons."
"It would be better to have more sons."
"What a shit, I'm not around anymore..."
"Your family is good. Of the seven girls in your family, none of them have ever seen you enjoying happiness. In the future, none of them will throw themselves into a pot and die..."
He was about to pinch him.
Three cars turned toward Yujia Village from the provincial highway.
One is a Santana that lost its wheel a few days ago, and the others are unknown.
The first person to get off the bus was Village Chief Yu.
He looked like the translator in the anti-Japanese movie. He nodded and bowed to give up the cigarette while leading people No. 78 to the village.
Old men and women, once again collectively: "tui!"
Not long after.
The village chief came to the entrance of the village and said, "Have you seen Sanyuan?"
"I went to the Buddha Temple to attend the market. I just left for half an hour."
"Call him back and tell him that the president is here." The village chief told his son.
…
Buddha Temple.
Yu Yang drove like crazy and arrived at the market half an hour earlier than expected.
This time, instead of looking for vacant stalls, I parked my car on the side of the road, arranged large woven baskets in a row, and showed off the green bean sprouts.
They had just finished their work and before they had time to shout, the village chief's son rushed up to him on a 28-meter pole, braking all the way.
"Sanyuan, the president is here. Go back quickly. We have something to talk about."
Before, Yu Yang would definitely let the other side know that Lao Yu, the father, was dispensable, so that we could get the initiative in the negotiation.
But now we know that there are hidden dangers in brick kilns...
No, the attitude cannot be changed.
"No, I don't have time."
"No time? That's the president."
"What doesn't grow well? If it grows on the ground, can it be sold for money?"
"???"
The village chief's son looked at Yu Yang's fierce look, and then looked at the three strong men with scars on their faces.
Suddenly I thought of the color TV, DVD, and home theater that had been taken away from my home.
Got it.
What kind of food delivery is this?
This is a bandit!
(End of this chapter)