"Okay, let's not talk about this. This happened twenty years ago. Old Huang has remembered it. I am happy today. Let's raise a toast together!"
After changing cups for a while, Qin Jun tasted the wine that had been aged for more than 20 years in small sips.
As long as grain wine is stored long enough and stored well enough, people will still like its rich aroma.
Drinking fine wine, eating chicken stewed with mushrooms, and occasionally eating cabbage with vinegar in it.
Qin Jun felt that his taste buds, which had not been stimulated in recent times, had all awakened.
Think about it, today's little life is not bad.
Just by simply using a little bit of technology, you can drink wine and eat meat. What more can you ask for!
In my previous life, I was constantly running around. Although I ate well, I really didn’t feel happy at all.
He didn't know anything at that time. Although he could learn some skills while working outside, all he could learn were outdated technologies.
It is definitely impossible to make money using the skills you have learned.
But things are different now. No matter what he does, he is always at the forefront of the times.
It is also because of this that he is treated with courtesy.
When they were almost done eating, Qin Jun stopped his chopsticks.
However, the Qin army was only three points full at this time.
No matter how much this body wants to eat meat, he will never eat it again.
No one has much food these days. It’s too much to eat at other people’s homes without bringing food stamps. Do you still want to be full?
"Feel free to eat, but this meal is on the team's account, and I won't charge too much for it!"
Seeing Qin Jun's performance, Qin Zheng was very satisfied, so he spoke freely.
Qin Jun didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Is he now qualified to eat and drink with public funds?
"Eat with confidence. If you can have some soup left over, it will be a good gift for those drooling boys!" Qin Shi also said with a smile.
Qin Jun had no choice but to continue eating a little.
It was impossible to let go of eating and drinking, because if he really let go, these four dishes and one soup would not be enough for him alone.
Now he is so good at eating.
Now that the wine has been finished, there must be no more food.
Hospitality is the same no matter in which era.
The host is hospitable, but the guest cannot help but save face for the host.
Therefore, no matter how delicious the food is, it is impossible to carry out Operation Disc.
Well, this can be regarded as another kind of saving face and suffering!
"Okay, let's eat!" Qin Zhixin said at this time.
This time it is a real Erhemian steamed bun, which is made of flour mixed with some cornmeal.
It is not sweet potato noodles. If it is adulterated sweet potato noodles, the steamed buns will turn black.
The cornmeal is adulterated, so the steamed buns are yellow.
When corn is ground into flour and mixed into white flour, it won't taste rough and grainy, and naturally it won't be spicy.
For more than half a month, he has been eating chaffy vegetables every day. Today, he ate soft, delicious and fragrant steamed buns. Qin Jun felt satisfied and happy again.
He feels that the threshold of happiness must have become lower now. Maybe this is also a characteristic of the times?
You don’t want much and are easily satisfied. This is happiness!
Maybe this will be the unique happiness of the Tamping clan decades later, right?
After eating two steamed buns with a silly smile, Qin Jun stopped eating any more.
If he relaxed the limit, he could still eat two, but he really couldn't eat it.
He would not think that this meal was really public money, because times would not allow it!
After dinner, the food was taken off the table and Qin Shi made tea. At this time, only Qin Zheng, Qin Shi and Qin Jun were left.
Qin Shi looked at Qin Jun and said with a smile: "I did some calculations. If that kiln of lime is successfully burned, the cost is really not high."
Qin Zheng raised his eyebrows. He knew that Qin Shi would be tempted, but he couldn't do this.
Qin Shi didn't care about Qin Zheng. He was the accountant of the village, but every year he calculated to the point of losing his hair for a few cents.
He never wanted to live a day like this again.
"There are two costs for burning lime, one is coal and the other is bluestone!"
"Now we can dig bluestone ourselves. If we need more, even if we buy it, it will only cost three yuan per ton, and four tons of limestone will only cost twelve yuan."
"Coal is pulled from the mine, and a ton is only twenty-five pounds. That kiln of lime just now only used a thousand kilograms, right?"
"Half a ton is only 12.5 yuan. Let's go to the mine to buy coal, and half a ton is only 12 yuan."
"In total, the cost of burning four tons of lime is only twenty-four yuan."
"Of course, labor does not count. When the lime is burned in the village, it can be counted in centimeters."
"After this calculation, the cost of one ton of lime is only six yuan."
Qin Zheng took a sip of tea and said: "You want to calculate it this way, if we dig the bluestone ourselves, does it not count the cost? As long as we count the carbon burned, the cost is only three yuan per ton."
Qin Shi smiled: "That's it. Even if a ton of lime sells for nine yuan, we can still make six yuan."
Qin Zheng said helplessly: "You are really good at calculation. Can you make a net profit of twenty-four yuan if you make a kiln every day?"
Qin Shi said seriously: "Even if we can earn so much, in one year, people in our village will be able to make more money!"
"It's a good thing, but what will the commune say? Enterprises run by the team have to hand over profits!" Qin Zheng was even more helpless.
"Should we care about them? Even if we turn over some profits, we can still make money, but they can't stop it. Individuals can't do this, but our team can't do it? We are also a small group, why can't we be self-reliant? This is also hard work."
Qin Shi said it categorically, because he was right. In this era, everything must be done as a group.
As long as it's not personal gain, no one can say anything. Not only can't you say it, but you can also encourage it.
If Qin Jun remembered correctly, there were already communes in this era using abandoned machines to assemble sickle production lines.
Since the commune can build its own factory and the team is also a collective, why not?
This will be the future of village and town enterprises. In fact, after the reform, such small businesses have already begun to bloom everywhere.
This can be regarded as a general trend, because both the educated youth returning to the city and the newly growing generation need jobs.
There are many community businesses in the city now!
That is to say, it is in remote areas like theirs that the policies lag behind and they become more conservative!
"I have no objection. As long as you can persuade the commune to buy coal for us, no matter how we burn the kiln, we will make money." Qin Jun said.
Qin Shi slapped his thigh and said, "I'm just waiting for your words. If it comes true, our team will not be short of money in the future."
Qin Zheng also laughed, and after a while he finally said, "You can make a lot of money!"
"It's a lot. One kiln of lime is produced every day. This is a month's salary for a third-level worker. Are you interested? Should we do it?" Qin Shi said excitedly.
"Do it, it's your grandson who doesn't do it!" Qin Zheng's face was already red with excitement.
At this time, he had forgotten all the tailwinds of capitalism and speculation.
Are they personally profiting? Did they buy and sell? Who did they exploit?
None! Even if they buy and sell, it is still a collective behavior. What does it have to do with them personally?
After thinking about it, or finding a reason for himself, Qin Zheng became confident.
"If we open a kiln of lime every day, how much can we earn in a month? How much in a year?"
"At the end of the year, how much money can we get per centimeter? It's certainly not possible that one centimeter is worth a penny, right?"
"Don't you understand this account? Thirty-six in one day, three hundred and six in ten days, one thousand and eighty yuan a month, and twelve thousand nine hundred and sixty yuan a year."
"All the young and old in our team add up, there are only more than 300 people in our team, and each person earns an average of 43 yuan more per year!"
Qin Shi calculated the accounts very quickly, and it could be said that he did it casually.
Thinking about this account, he has calculated it in his mind many times, right?
On average, each person’s income increases by 43 yuan per year, which doesn’t seem to be much money.
However, this year, the seven adults in Qin Jun's family only earned 130 cents.
After calculation, this is an increase of one-third or 30%. This is not a small improvement!
Qin Jun looked at the excited Qin Shi and Qin Zheng with mixed feelings in his heart.
In 1979, they worked exhaustingly, but the money was only a penny per centimeter.
A young man like him, no matter how capable he is, can only measure up to seven or eight centimeters a day, and usually six centimeters.
In other words, he worked very hard and earned at most eight cents a day.
After working hard, I only make two yuan and forty cents a month, and only twenty-eight yuan and eighty cents a year.
This is the salary of farmers who work for a whole year, all year round.
It is definitely impossible to do it for a full year.
Qin Jun remembered that even in these seventy-nine years, he had only worked for more than one hundred and eighty days.
For example, now, as soon as winter enters, even a young man like him begins to have a cold winter.
Because the team doesn't have that much work at all, naturally it won't give out too many centimeters.
Now that there is a visible source of money, can these people in the village who are crazy about money be able to bear it?
Therefore, Qin Zheng's eyes were already red after he had settled the score.
"We'll do this tomorrow!"
With that said, Qin Zheng began to discuss with Qin Shi in a low voice.
After just hearing this, Qin Jun's eyes widened. How could things be done like this?
Thinking of Accountant Feng's face in the commune's lime kiln, Qin Jun felt happy.
