Zhang Hai wore a cloak and patrolled the field of stacked water blanks.

In the past two days, the brick factory has probably cut out more than 20,000 water blanks, which still leak rain despite the straw curtains covering them tightly.

"Oh, this straw curtain can't completely separate the rain, and there is still rain seeping in, what can I do?" Zhang Hai said distressed when he came back from his inspection.

Isn't it a dream to think that there is no loss at all, and to think that there is no loss.

Wan Feng didn't care about Zhang Hai's poor appearance, but came to the drying room of the cement tile factory, where more than 100 cement bricks and tiles were dried.

Among them, more than a dozen are cement tiles that have been detached from the mold, that is, finished tiles, the same tiles that made Wan Feng's brother-in-law howl of Siberian wolves two hours ago.

These finished tiles that have been detached from the mold must go through a maintenance period of nearly a month if they are sold.

Wan Feng gently picked up a tile and observed it carefully.

In order to increase the frictional grip between the tile surface and the roof, these tiles are all yin and yang tiles, that is, tiles with a smooth front and a rough back.

Wan Feng stretched out his hand and gently swiped over the front of the tile, the front of the tile was smooth and slender, giving people a comfortable feeling when looking at it.

Wan Feng focused on inspecting the hanging tile strip and the hanging tile ditch, these two things are inconspicuous things on a tile, but they are an important part of the tile, without these two components of the tile can not hang on the roof, even if it is beautiful and smooth, it is a waste tile.

Wan Feng's hanging tile strip and hanging tile ditch are very standard, and it seems that these molds made by Xiao Dexiang are fully qualified without any problems.

Wan Feng inspected a few more tiles and nodded with satisfaction.

However, these tiles are still only experimental products, not stereotyped products.

"Cement tiles should be experimented with more, and the ratio of cement and sand should be adjusted more, and the most reasonable ratio should be taken as much as possible. Wan Feng put forward his own requirements.

"This rest assured, these tiles are experiments, and we have made a record of the ratio of each experiment, and finally we will select the most suitable ratio. Zhang Hai, who came back, explained.

The weight of a cement flat tile is about ten catties, and Wan Feng roughly calculated the cost of a tile, including the cost of various expenses, the cost of a tile is about five cents.

At that time, the small green tiles on the market were only five cents a piece, but the area was much smaller than the cement tiles.

Nine pieces of cement flat tile need to be used in one square meter, while one square of small green tile needs about fifteen pieces, and the cost of one square meter of small green tile is seven cents and five cents.

Replace these seven cents and five cents for nine cement tiles, then each cement tile is worth eight and three cents.

Then the price of the cement tile is eight cents a piece.

Excluding the cost of a tile, there is a three-point profit, although this profit is not considerable, but it is okay.

As for the specification of cement bricks, it is 240X110X53, and its cost can be about two and a half cents per piece, and there should be no problem with the price of four to five cents.

Compared with cement tiles, cement bricks have much less loss than cement tiles because they are simple to make.

The rain came and went quickly, and when Wan Feng was about to go home, the sky was clear outside.

Zhu Ping walked majestically in front with bare feet, turning back from time to time to urge Wan Feng to go quickly.

"What are you anxious about, it's still early before dark. ”

"The team will play a movie tonight. ”

"You don't need to be in such a hurry even if you are acting in a movie, it's not five o'clock yet. ”

"Am I not hungry!"

"It's not promising!" Wan Feng did not hide his contempt for his uncle at all.

There aren't really many movies this summer, and it seems that there hasn't been a movie in the last month or so.

After dinner, Wan Feng was not in a hurry to go to Waqian, and now that it was not dark, he couldn't act, and he didn't plan to watch it.

If it weren't for Heesari and the blacksmith circling him like two flies for a long time, maybe he wouldn't have went.

The team headquarters of the Wazen team was on the side of the dirt road leading to Xiaoshutun, and a white screen had been pulled up in an idle field.

The heavy rain in the afternoon was so short that it caused only a little mud.

From Xicheng, his three sisters are naturally indispensable to escort, and the blacksmith follows Zhu Ping, who made Zhu Ping his future brother-in-law.

About 200 meters from its destination, the movie screen suddenly changed color, and at the same time, a horn sounded.

"It's done, run. The blacksmith screamed, and his future brother-in-law, Zhuping, quickened his pace.

From Xicheng and his escort team also rushed away like a hornet's nest that had been stabbed, and in the blink of an eye, Wanfeng was left alone.

Wan Feng came to the movie screening hall unhurriedly, did not enter the crowd, but leaned against a stone wall, bored looking at the black and white figures on the screen.

The movie is a very old film: mine warfare, which is playing the scene where three female militiamen hang mines in a ravine.

Jiang Jun sneaked up like a mine from somewhere and took out two mines from his pocket... Oh, two tomatoes and a melon.

Wan Feng glared at Jiang Jun when he saw these two things: "Bastard, where did you come from? If you tell me that this is from your homeland, I will kick you into that dung pit." ”

If Jiang Jun only took out tomatoes, Wan Feng promised not to ask this question, because this thing is planted in the garden of his family. But the melon is different, Wan Feng really hasn't seen anyone grow it in their garden.

"It's in the old beam on the top of the mountain. Jiang Jun replied honestly.

Jiang Jun said that the top of the mountain is the mountain beam between the two teams in front of the depression and the back of the depression, and the old Liangtou Wanfeng also remembers that this old man's family lives on the top of the mountain, and every summer he grows tomatoes, melons, watermelons or something in his own plot on the top of the mountain, and then carries them to the market by himself.

"Didn't you tell me not to steal anything in the future? ”

Jiang Jun touched his head: "Stealing this is not stealing, is it biting whoever sees the melon and jujube." ”

Wan Feng flew up and kicked Jiang Jun's body: "Don't steal melons and jujubes!"

"I promise not to steal it in the future, and I won't stretch out my hand for melons and dates. ”

"Take this thing away, I won't eat what I stolen. ”

"Don't, I see that your daughter-in-law is looking for you everywhere, and she promises not to refuse if you don't eat it. ”

Wan Feng kicked over again: "The paralyzed let you spread rumors, where is Lao Tzu's daughter-in-law?"

Before these words could be spoken, a surprised voice came: "So you are here." ”

Wan Feng immediately lost his spirit like an eggplant beaten by frost, and this damn girl appeared at this time.

Jiang Jun smiled, threw Wan Feng an expression that I understood, and turned around and disappeared into the crowd.

Luan Feng came to Wan Feng's side with a fragrant breeze, her eyes must belong to cats, she could see the tomatoes and melons in Wan Feng's hands at a glance in this black light, she didn't treat herself as an outsider at all, picked one up and began to click.