Chapter 10： Spring River Plumbing Duck Prophet

Chapter 10 Spring River Plumbing Duck Prophet

"Xiaojun, while it’s still early, you take the morning shuttle bus back to the village, borrow the three ox carts from the production team, and then call Liu Feng and the others. No matter how late it is, you must rush to the county today..."

Jiang Xiaobai turned his head and looked at Wang Xiaojun's instructions, but Song Weiguo interrupted before finishing the words.

"No, you are lucky, we just happen to send a batch of goods to Shangma Commune today, and bring you to the village by the way."

Song Weiguo looked at Jiang Xiaobai and said with a smile that he returned to work in the county factory after graduating from college, although this era is still in the era of planned economy.

But Song Weiguo can feel the changes this year. The Prophet Chunjiang Plumbing Duck, for people like Jiang Xiaobai, he is also willing to forge a good relationship.

"Thank you, that would be so thankful," Jiang Xiaobai thanked Song Weiguo for a while before turning around and said, "Xiaojun, you just wait in the village, take out all the thick clothes we brought in winter and spread them on the bullock cart. The road back to the village is not easy, so don't knock the canned bottle."

"Okay, don't worry, Xiaobai," Wang Xiaojun responded and turned and ran away.

Jiang Xiaobai took 10 yuan to Liu Aiguo and ordered him to buy white sugar and red paint, and then Song Weiguo and the two walked towards the glass factory.

"I want to yell to you, my brother, my brother, you are so resolute and powerful." Song Weiguo looked at Jiang Xiaobai with a smile and complimented him. He felt that Jiang Xiaobai was a man of things.

Not only do things have courage, but you can also think of details such as the thick winter clothes on the ox 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 winter in the countryside is."

Jiang Xiaobai finished speaking, Song Weiguo laughed twice. The first time he wanted 5,000 cans, and later I would like the remaining 15,000 cans, and store them in winter to eat by themselves.

Haha, you say I believe it or not, Song Weiguo did not mention the topic just now, and the two of them went to the glass factory while chatting all the way.

Uncle Wang should have changed shifts yesterday. The concierge was another young man. Watching Jiang Xiaobai and Song Weiguo together, he took the initiative to smile at Jiang Xiaobai.

After signing the contract, Liu Aiguo came back carrying a woven bag. He bought 70 catties for a catty of sugar and a dime, and bought two buckets of red paint for the remaining 3 yuan.

After    came back, together with Jiang Xiaobai, they carried the boxed glass bottles to the Jiefang truck.

A box of 100 canned bottles, a full fifty boxes, which means that there is just a glass factory truck that can be transported to the village, otherwise, it will take a bullock cart alone. I don’t know how long it will take to get it back.

"Chief Song, thank you very much, you can rest assured that as soon as you have money, I will come and settle the balance." Jiang Xiaobai waved in front of the truck and said.

Song Weiguo nodded and said nothing.

We arrived in the village at noon. Wang Xiaojun, Liu Feng and others were already waiting with three bullock carts.

Jiang Xiaobai handed the two white-noodle buns that Lao Song resolutely did not eat in the morning to the truck driver. He took the tortillas handed by Wang Xiaojun and prepared to unload the truck with two bites, but the truck driver stopped him.

"Where is your village like this? I'll give it a hand. If you can't take the road before unloading, you can save a little effort." The truck driver said while eating a bun.

"Okay, thank you so much." Jiang Xiaobai did not expect to be surprised. The truck drove until it was 3 miles away from the Jianhua Brigade before stopping. The road in front was too narrow to pass.

The truck driver left abruptly in the black smoke amidst the sound of thanks.

"Brother Xiaobai, are these all canned bottles? How many are there." Liu Feng and others curiously touched the box and asked.

"Okay, let's pull it back first. It's not very far from the village road. One person is left to watch the goods, and the others are pulled by bullock carts. People resist. Hurry up and get me back." Jiang Xiaobai said and took the lead in resisting a box. , Set off leisurely.

"Brother Xiaobai, let me come, you rest, you are tired enough for these two days, we can do these tasks." Liu Feng hurried forward and said.

Jiang Xiaobai shook his head and walked forward firmly carrying the box.

50 boxes were neatly placed in the yard, and 14 educated youths also gathered together, all looking at Jiang Xiaobai standing on the steps.

"Comrades, I announce that we will officially make canned yellow peaches from tomorrow. Our canned food is called educated youth canned food."

Jiang Xiaobai originally watched the TV and said the word comrade, he always felt that it was ambiguous or stupid. But today he realized something, the word comrade does not care about like-minded people.

"Great,"

"Okay." A burst of applause came from below, prolonged.

Jiang Xiaobai pressed his hands, and there was no sound in the yard, and Jiang Xiaobai was excited by the movement.

"Let me divide the work below, Zhang Yanmei."

"Here." Zhang Yanmei stood out from the crowd.

"Tomorrow you will take your 4 female educated youths to make canned yellow peaches, and then choose 4 **** men."

"Yes."

"Liu Feng." Liu Feng's voice was exceptionally loud.

"To."

"You will start to bring 4 people up the mountain to pick yellow peaches tomorrow."

"Yes."

"Liu Aiguo, you used to be an accountant, and you will be responsible for keeping accounts in the future."

"Wang Xiaojun, you will be responsible for sales after you find out the roads and distribution of nearby villages."

Jiang Xiaobai finished arranging things one by one. After a bite of dinner in the evening, Jiang Xiaobai went back to the house early and went to bed early. The two days were really choking.

But the other urban youths in the yard were not sleepy. They gathered around the table of the Eight Immortals and listened happily to Wang Xiaojun and Liu Aiguo's glorious deeds in the county.

"This is five thousand canned bottles. Do you know how much it costs to buy it at the normal price? A canned bottle costs 2 cents, and it costs one thousand yuan, one thousand yuan."

Wang Xiaojun said, the urban youths below were amazed. One thousand yuan, they have never seen so much money since childhood.

"Comrade Wang Xiaojun, you can tell us how Xiaobai did it quickly. We only add up to 100 yuan."

"Yes, don't sell it, just say it quickly, the big guys are all curious."

Liu Feng and Zhang Yanmei spoke one after another, and there was a lot of noise around them.

"What's the hurry, can't you say it slowly? Saying that the three of us went to the county glass factory and met Lao Song from the glass factory and made our request..."

Wang Xiaojun may have been a storyteller in ancestry, making a group of young people feel as if they were on the scene. When they heard Song Weiguo's refusal, they were all lost. When they heard that Feng Luzhuan met the concierge Wang, they applauded.

When Song Weiguo agreed to Jiang Xiaobai’s five cents for a can and a one-third of the deposit, everyone cheered.

A group of young people in the yard cheered, while the party concerned, Jiang Xiaobai, was lying on the kang, crying asleep, not knowing what he had dreamed of in his dream, and a slight smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

(End of this chapter)