"Xiaojun, while it's still early, you take the morning shuttle back to the village, lend the three ox carts of the production team, and then call Liu Feng and them, no matter how late it is, you must rush to the county today...
Jiang Xiaobai turned his head to look at Wang Xiaojun's order, but Song Weiguo interrupted before he finished speaking.
"No, count your luck, we are just going to send a batch of goods to Shangma Commune today, and I will bring you to the township by the way."
Song Weiguo looked at Jiang Xiaobai and said with a smile, he graduated from college and returned to work in the county factory, although this era is still in the era of planned economy.
But Song Weiguo can feel the changes since this year, the prophet of Chunjiang plumbing duck, for people like Jiang Xiaobai, he is also willing to make a good fate.
"Thank you, then thank you so much," Jiang Xiaobai thanked Song Weiguo again, and then turned around and said: "Xiaojun, then you are waiting in the township, take out all the thick clothes we brought in winter and spread them on the ox cart, the road back to the village is not easy to walk, don't bump the canned food bottles." "
"Okay, Xiaobai, don't worry," Wang Xiaojun replied, turned around and galloped away.
Jiang Xiaobai took 10 yuan to Liu Aiguo and told him to buy white sugar and red paint, and then he and Song Weiguo walked towards the glass factory.
"I'll call you brother, brother, you're really resolute in doing things, amazing." Song Weiguo looked at Jiang Xiaobai and complimented him with a smile, he felt that Jiang Xiaobai was a person who did things.
Not only is it bold to do things, but you can also think of details such as laying thick winter clothes on the bullock cart to prevent collisions.
"Brother Song, I really rely on your help this time, otherwise the yellow peaches in our mountain will be ruined, you don't know how bitter the countryside is in winter."
After Jiang Xiaobai finished speaking, Song Weiguo laughed twice, the first time he asked for 5,000 cans, and he wanted the remaining 15,000 cans in the future, which he would store and eat by himself in winter.
Heheda, do you believe it or not, Song Weiguo didn't mention the topic just now, and the two of them chatted all the way to the glass factory.
Yesterday, Uncle Wang should have changed shifts, and the porter was another young man, looking at Jiang Xiaobai and Song Weiguo together, and took the initiative to smile at Jiang Xiaobai.
After signing the contract, Liu Aiguo came back with a woven bag on his back, bought 70 catties for a pound of sugar and a dime, and bought two barrels of red paint for the remaining 3 yuan.
After coming back, he and Jiang Xiaobai moved the glass bottles packed with boxes to the liberation truck.
A box of 100 cans and bottles, a full 50 boxes, that is, there is just enough to be carried to the village by the cart of the glass factory, otherwise I don't know how long it will take to pull it back with the ox cart alone.
"Section Chief Song, thank you very much, don't worry, I'll settle the balance as soon as I have money." Jiang Xiaobai waved before getting into the truck.
Song Weiguo nodded and didn't say anything.
At noon, they had already arrived in the township, and Wang Xiaojun, Liu Feng and others were already waiting with three ox carts.
Jiang Xiaobai handed the two white-flour steamed buns that Lao Song resolutely refused to eat in the morning to the truck driver, took the cornmeal tortillas handed over by Wang Xiaojun and took two bites before preparing to unload the truck, but the truck driver stopped him.
"So where is your village? I'll send a section, if the road is really impossible to walk and then unload, you can save some effort. The truck driver said as he ate a white-flour steamed bun.
"Okay, thank you so much." Jiang Xiaobai didn't expect that there would be an accident, the truck drove until it was 3 miles away from the Jianhua Brigade before stopping, and the road in front was too narrow to pass.
The truck driver left abruptly in black smoke amid a sound of thanks.
"Brother Xiaobai, are these all canned bottles? That's a lot. Liu Feng and the others curiously touched the box and asked.
"Okay, let's pull it back first, it's not very far from the village road, leave one person to look at the goods, the others use ox carts to pull it, people resist, hurry up and get it back for me." Jiang Xiaobai said that he took the lead in resisting a box and set off slowly.
"Brother Xiaobai, I'll come, you rest, you've been tired enough in the past two days, we can do these jobs." Liu Feng hurriedly stepped forward and said.
Jiang Xiaobai shook his head and walked forward with a firm step carrying the box.
50 boxes were neatly placed in the courtyard, and 14 educated youths also gathered together, looking at Jiang Xiaobai standing on the steps.
"Comrades, I announce that we will officially make canned yellow peaches from tomorrow, and our canned food will be called Zhiqing canned food."
When Jiang Xiaobai came to watch the TV and said the word comrade, he always felt that there was either ambiguity or stupidity. But today he has realized that the word comrade does not care about like-mindedness.
"Okay,"
"Okay." Bursts of cheers came from below, and they lasted for a long time.
Jiang Xiaobai's hands were pressed weakly, and the courtyard was suddenly silent, and between the movements, Jiang Xiaobai was excited.
"I'll divide the work below, Zhang Yanmei."
"Here." Zhang Yanmei stood up from the crowd.
"Tomorrow, you take 4 of you female intellectuals to be responsible for making canned yellow peaches, and pick 4 more gay men."
"Yes."
"Liu Feng." Liu Feng's voice was exceptionally loud.
"Here."
"You start tomorrow and take four people up the mountain to pick yellow peaches."
"Yes."
"Liu Aiguo, you used to work as an accountant, and you will be responsible for bookkeeping in the future."
"Wang Xiaojun, you go and find out the roads and distribution of the nearby villages, and then you will be responsible for sales."
Jiang Xiaobai arranged everything one by one, and after eating a bite of food in the evening, Jiang Xiaobai went back to the house early to sleep, and it was really hard to choke in the past two days.
But the other insiders in the courtyard did not feel sleepy, and listened with great interest around the Eight Immortals Table to Wang Xiaojun and Liu Aiguo talking about their glorious deeds in the county town.
"It's five thousand cans, do you know how much it costs to buy them back at the normal price? A canned bottle costs 2 cents, it costs a thousand dollars, a thousand dollars. "
Wang Xiaojun said, and the people below exclaimed. A thousand dollars, they have never seen so much money since they were young.
"Comrade Wang Xiaojun, just hurry up and tell us how Xiaobai did it, and we will add up to a hundred yuan."
"That's right, don't sell it, hurry up, the big guys are curious."
Liu Feng and Zhang Yanmei opened their mouths one after another, and there was a lot of commotion around them.
"What's the hurry, can't you say it slowly, anyway, the three of us went to the county glass factory to meet the old Song of the glass factory, and put forward our requirements..."
Wang Xiaojun may have been a storyteller by ancestor, making a group of young people feel as if they were there, when they heard Song Weiguo's refusal, they were all disappointed, and when they heard that Feng Huanlu met Uncle Wang, the porter.
It was only when they heard that Song Weiguo agreed that Jiang Xiaobai would pay five cents for a canned bottle and pay one-third of the deposit first, and everyone let out a burst of cheers.
A group of young people in the courtyard cheered, and the party Jiang Xiaobai was lying on the kang and falling asleep, not knowing what he dreamed of in his dream, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.