As the temporary person in charge of the brick factory, Zhou Yinghuai began to introduce the situation of the brick factory to the two leaders, including everything from screening soil to building kilns.
There are two processes that take the longest time in baking bricks. One is to dry the adobe bricks, which need to be naturally air-dried;
Another process is firing, which uses firewood and oil to calcine together. This process takes half a month from loading to turning off the fire and starting the kiln. Loading the bricks and tiles into the kiln and firing them is also the most painful and tiring process in the brick and tile production process.
Secretary Yang bent down and picked up the red bricks on the ground. From the surface, it looked like they were burned perfectly. He threw it hard, and the brick made a shallow pit in the dirt, but the brick was not damaged at all.
"Good bricks!" he praised.
Chen Xingtong knew more about the general affairs, so he couldn't hold back his joy and asked hurriedly: "What is the success rate of brick kiln? How many bricks can be produced?"
Zhou Yinghuai specifically asked Yang Qing to answer this question. He founded the kiln to increase his voice in the team and make it easier to carry out work.
After the investigation was completed, he returned to the army, and Yang Qing was fully responsible for the kiln factory.
Yang Qing glanced at Zhou Yinghuai gratefully, and without wasting the opportunity to show off in front of the leader, he replied generously: "The success rate can reach 90%, because a small kiln can produce 200 good bricks. Chengdu can be fired and molded.”
This is the best result of countless repeated trials by all educated youths.
Chen Xingtong was so excited that his voice trembled: "Not bad! Very good!"
He and Secretary Yang looked at each other, their smiles almost reaching the roots of their teeth. This year, another item has been added to the reporting work, which will definitely shine in all communes.
Not far away, Xiang Hongbin shouted in this direction: "Get ready, the kiln can be opened soon."
He was usually taciturn, but when he spoke, his voice was like a bell, which frightened the two leaders to the point of trembling.
The two of them took another closer look and saw that Xiang Hongbin was holding two large wooden buckets as easily as water glasses. Good guy, his arms were as thick as his own thighs! Looking at the efforts of others, the contrast is really tragic.
Finally, it was time to test the results in front of the leaders. The educated youths all worked hard and never allowed any mistakes.
The key to the quality of brick and tile firing in a kiln is to release water to cool down. Today is the third day of cooling down. After the cooling in the kiln is completed, the kiln door can be opened and the fired bricks and tiles can be taken out.
The opening of the kiln had been rehearsed many times before, and now everyone was moving in an orderly manner, no less than the veteran technicians in mature brick factories.
Even though the members of the Nanxi Brigade have met him several times, they are holding their breath at this moment, and their hearts are bubbling like porridge.
While everyone was praying silently, the kiln door opened and the kiln was filled with shaped red bricks.
The educated youths carried them out piece by piece and stacked them neatly in the open space. Yang Qing was responsible for recording.
In the end, they even found blue bricks. Although there were less than ten green bricks, they were very inspiring.
As we all know, finished green bricks have the highest hardness, while red bricks are semi-finished products with lower hardness and are relatively easy to break.
"This kiln produces 300 bricks, and the successfully fired red bricks are 210, and the green bricks are nine." Yang Qing reported the data at the side.
Chen Xingtong pinched his thigh hard and felt a pain, which he felt real for a moment. The technical direction is right. Over time, the educated youth will definitely be able to bake more green bricks.
This year, it was not the turn of the Red Flag Commune to move Little Red Flag, so he stood on his head and ate shit!
Secretary Yang's voice trembled with excitement: "The brick kiln will be expanded immediately. Report the amount needed as soon as possible, and the commune will invest money for you. The commune will return all the money you invested, and return it to each of you according to the amount converted into centimeters. When the kiln is established, the commune will return the money. There will be rewards.”
Individual buying and selling is not allowed these days, so educated youths are not allowed to invest in kilns. However, the money invested can be returned, exchanged for cents, and rewarded at the end of the year. The most important thing is to be remembered by the leaders. All educated youths Very satisfied.
Yang Qing was well prepared and sent the materials to the two leaders. He couldn't wait to say: "We have prepared the application form and are just waiting for their approval."
Secretary Yang was stunned for a moment, then said to Jiang Anan with a smile: "Xiao Jiang, all the lesbians in your Nanxi Brigade are good."
A group of ladies did not expect to be praised by the commune secretary, and they felt as if they were soaked in honey water.
Jiang Anan took the opportunity to get some blood: "The aunts are planning to send their daughter to learn to read from the educated youth."
After hearing this, Secretary Yang continued to praise: "Our female compatriots in Nanxi Brigade are more advanced than other brigades and have higher ideological consciousness. Xiao Jiang, your Women's Federation also leads quite well!"
Ladies:! ! !
read!
I will send all the girls at home to study soon! !
"Jiang An'an, get out of here. You are shameless for instigating my daughter to report her husband. My Li family is also shameless. You have ruined the reputation of Nanxi Brigade."
Suddenly, a cursing voice suddenly sounded outside the crowd.
These words stoke a hornet's nest.
The women's soldiers of the Nanxi Brigade were angry. Why did the Nanxi Brigade's reputation be ruined by Jiang An'an? The damn old woman was so full of shit that she dared to slander them in front of the commune leaders!
So, before Jiang Anan could make any move, the Nanxi Brigade's women's army immediately opened fire and scolded the old woman who came to make trouble bloody.
"Wang Laosan broke six of Li Daya's ribs. He is worse than a pig or a dog. Tiger poison does not eat its children. Instead of standing up for your daughter, you are looking for trouble with your benefactor. I see that your head is crowded with the door, and your brain is Let the water soak it."
"Li Daya is still lying in the hospital, not knowing whether she is alive or dead. The mother-in-law bullies the weak and is afraid of the strong and dare not seek revenge on the culprit. How dare she make a noise here?"
"Li Daya married a woman from the Nanxi Brigade. She is a woman from the Nanxi Brigade. People from other villages cannot bully her, regardless of whether she is her biological mother or stepmother."
"Our An'an family is kind enough to help, but who would have thought that kindness could be treated as a donkey's liver and lungs. If Li Daya doesn't report Wang Laosan, will she be waiting for you to visit her grave during the Qingming Festival?"
Mrs. Li was so sprayed that she doubted her life. This was different from what she thought. Shouldn't these old ladies beat Jiang An'an, the money-losing guy who corrupted the society? Why are you attacking her? "you you……"
"You look like an idiot from the left, a fool from the right, a pig from the top, and a donkey from the bottom." Lin Meiru pointed at the tip of Mrs. Li's nose and yelled:
"If we were to select the top ten evil mothers of the year, the pregnant woman from the next village would be ranked first, and you would be ranked second. You two should be nailed to the pillar of shame, and your children and grandchildren will drown you, you vicious thing, one spit at a time. "
Mrs. Li's face turned green and white. She regretted that she should not have listened to Mrs. Wang's instigation to find fault with Jiang An'an.
At this moment, the village suddenly erupted into bursts of wailing: "Don't arrest my son."
It's Mrs. Wang's voice!
Everyone ran wildly out of curiosity. When they entered the village, they saw two police officers holding Wang Laosan's arm and pulling him forward.
No matter how much Mrs. Wang cried and cried behind her, she remained indifferent.
