With the goal, Wanfeng's life immediately became busy, and the idle days came to an end.

Thursday, August 7, 1980, the beginning of autumn.

Wan Feng never understood why the weather after the beginning of autumn and the weather in Futian changed significantly, such as in the morning, the first morning of the beginning of autumn can clearly feel the difference from the morning of Futian, that coolness.

The morning of the beginning of autumn has a slight chill, and the water in the river has also become a kind of bone-chilling overnight.

Sitting on the tractor bucket full of bricks in the morning, I can already clearly feel the cold breath that is gradually coming.

When he arrived at the county seat, Wan Feng got off in front of the second department store, and then went all the way east around the Zhendong Market to the ancient alley.

Every Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday, this is the location of the black market in Hongya County.

Today's Zhao Le is not dressed as a peasant, but wears a set of work clothes, looking like a national worker.

What made Wan Feng speechless was that there were three pens pinned side by side in the left upper pocket of this product, which was more than loaded.

Wan Feng walked straight up to Zhao Le and exclaimed, "The fountain pen is good." ”

Zhao Le saw Wan Feng's eyes: "Brother Wan is here, all the things you bought last time were used up?"

"No, I didn't buy that thing today, I want to sew a ticket, I want to ask if it's here?"

Wan Feng didn't plan to waste time here, if there was nothing to do in the black market, he didn't want to stay for a long time, it was not safe here, so he went straight to the point and said the purpose of his visit.

Zhao Le immediately shook his head: "There is no such thing, no matter how many people grab it, they can't grab it, and how can they take it out and sell it." ”

Zhao Le is right, although a sewing machine costs more than 100 yuan, it is the most sought-after commodity, and it is also the most sought-after thing in three turns and one ring.

"Really?"

"To tell you the truth, it's August now, and I haven't seen a sewing ticket enter the market this year, and I've seen a bicycle ticket several times but I haven't seen it, and I can get you a ticket for a bicycle. ”

What do I want a bicycle for?," Wan Feng shook his head in disappointment.

There's no need to stay here without him.

At eight o'clock in the morning, he appeared at Xia's house.

Xia Qiulong is now idle and wanders around the construction site every day, and goes out early in the morning, as if he has become a supernumerary worker on the construction site.

There was only his mother and wife in the house, and the two dead children did not know where to go.

These are the exact words of Xia Qiulong's wife Xin Li.

"It's not easy to get a sewing ticket, sewing machines are a sought-after commodity, and there is probably no one in the black market. When she understood Wan Feng's intention, Xin Li said.

She was right, there was indeed no one in the black market, and Wan Feng came from there.

"I remember, I have a sister in the textile printing and dyeing factory, I have a sewing machine, a few days ago said that I don't want it, I want to replace it with a new one, I don't know if there is still now, you sit here, I will go to the factory to ask you immediately. ”

Xin Li went out in a hurry, and Wan Feng accompanied Xia Qiulong's mother to gossip, thinking nonsense while talking.

It's a pity that there are no conditions for the state to operate now, otherwise it would have been a fortune to make a sewing machine and sell it.

Needless to say, other areas, but the surrounding areas can be old and make a lot of money.

In the previous life, there was a butterfly brand sewing machine in his family, and Wan Feng often fiddled with it when he was a child, and the sewing machine still existed until 2010, but it had lost its role and could only be used as a reference for memories.

At that time, he had disassembled it a few times when he was idle and had pain, and he really studied how it worked.

It seems that it was 11 or 12 years, and this thing was finally sold for scrap because of the obstruction of the place.

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

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

This requires the accumulation of experience in technology exploration and the sophistication of equipment.

Just like now, if Wan Feng is given a suitable environment, he may not be able to build a car, of course, he doesn't dare to say whether it can be broken and how far it can run, but at least it is guaranteed to run.

If Zhang Xiaolezi didn't appear at this time, Wan Feng would probably think about building a sewing machine for a long time.

Zhang Xiaoleprosy's big name is Wan Feng didn't know, he only knew that he was a younger brother under Xia Qiulong, and this thing ran in like the head.

"Brother Xiaowan, come out!"

Wan Feng saw the sweaty appearance of this goods, and he had an ominous premonition in his heart.

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

"Our Rava car was intercepted by the people in the former kiln, and Brother Xia led people to confront others, and he asked me to come to you. ”

Former kiln?

Qianyao is a village in the west of Hongya County, which belongs to the Hongguang Brigade of Guanshan Commune at that time, and is still a suburb in the 80s, but when Hongya County was expanded in the 90s, the Hongguang Brigade was integrated into the urban area as a whole and became the western district of the town.

The former kiln, as soon as you hear the name, is related to the kiln, and the former kiln does have many kilns.

It is said that the former kiln was not a village before the liberation, only a few people who did not know where they came from built a tile kiln here and began to burn tiles, and then one after another people settled here and finally formed a village.

The whole village is a kiln, hence the name.

The product has also increased from burning tiles to green brick mud pots and mud pots or something, at that time it was very famous in this radius of 100 miles or even more than 100 miles, and the mud pots and mud bowls used by the people at that time came from here, and Wanfeng's grandmother's house now has a basin made of mud.

Their products are also exported to hundreds of miles away in Yuanxian, Xiuyan, Donggou, Fuxian and other places, and even some islands in the South China Sea.

After the liberation, this industry gradually declined, during the special decade, the old old career change disappeared for a period of time, the rise again is a matter of recent years, now Hongya County market folk use of mud pots and mud pots blue bricks and tiles products mostly from the former kiln, they occupy the largest share of the market.

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

Wan Feng thought about it with his head and estimated that it might be related to tiles.

In the past, the tiles of the former kiln were mainly supplied to the three construction companies in the county, but now the largest construction market was snatched away by the depression, and the former kiln people naturally felt uncomfortable with the driver.

"How did you know I was here?" Wan Feng asked as he walked.

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

"Your family driver said you might be here. ”

This fits.

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

At this time, the accident site still belonged to the urban-rural junction, and it was still more than two miles away from the edge of the city, and there were rice fields around.

From afar, I saw about thirty or forty people gathered on the road, and it seemed that they were making a noise about the fire.