The policies above have been loosened to some extent.
Not to mention that private individuals can do some handicrafts and sell some snacks, cold drinks and so on.
In fact, at this time, a small collective at the production team level was getting some river sand from the river to sell and weaving bamboo baskets.
Small-scale economic activities such as opening quarries to sell natural resources and local specialties to increase revenue for collective accounts are also allowed.
only,
If it involves larger economic activities, it will not work if it is carried out in the name of a production team.
Economic activities such as opening collective guesthouses, collective restaurants, collective small coal mines, or even collective small workshops.
At least it needs to come from the level of "a certain production brigade" and start it in the name of a "collective factory or mine".
What Luo Xuan said to Director Liao just now actually means this: If Director Liao you have such concerns and are unwilling to take a little risk, and you still want to set up that garment factory, it will be impossible!
Unless the commune can rely on its own efforts to solve the problems of setting up factories, training skilled workers, designing clothing styles, and how to sell products...
Wait for this series of problems.
Otherwise...haha!
Luo Xuan was asking Director Liao: Is Red Star Commune willing to do this?
If we don't do it, we will use the name of "Zhengxing Production Brigade" to break away from the Red Star Commune and start it!
There is even a possibility that Luo Xuan will go to other communes or even other counties to find people to cooperate with...
It is a good thing to open a clothing processing factory.
This move can bring income to the local financial industry and solve the increasing local employment pressure... For such a good thing, I really don't have to worry about finding people willing to cooperate.
"Done!"
Director Liao chuckled, "I know you are not a responsible person, so why did you threaten your Uncle Liao?
Rather than benefiting outsiders, it would be better not to let outsiders lose the money. This factory will be jointly invested and built by Zhengxing Brigade and Hongxing Commune, and the profits will be distributed according to the shareholding ratio."
"Uncle Liao, if you had told me earlier, I would have thought about my next home just now."
Luo Xuan stood up and said, "Uncle Liao, it's true that you know some things well, but you have to take them out and pinch me to get the pleasure."
Liao Xianming looked at his watch and saw that it was almost time to go to work.
So he quickly made a long story short, "Let's agree first, our Red Star Commune will also have to invest in a small share of your Saibei mine... Luo Xuan, you have to let the folks in your hometown eat some night grass!"
Luo Xuan frowned, "Uncle Liao, you were worried about the funds to build this factory just now, why are you suddenly talking about this matter now?"
"Oh... Could it be that Luo Xuan, if you have money in your pocket, you will go all over the world to make noise?"
Liao Xianming laughed at the chicken thief, "If I didn't complain about poverty every day, the county would allocate 100,000 to me today. If the brothers' commune encounters difficulties the day after tomorrow, I would also like to ask for a fund to support... Such a thick carrot, too
I can’t stand so many cuts!”
After hearing this, Luo Xuan couldn't help being surprised: The gray-haired Director Liao in front of him has become more and more like a thief!
It seems that Cai Zheng of Red Star Commune has something in his little treasury!
Farewell to Director Liao.
Luo Xuan stopped by the supply and marketing cooperative store on the roadside and bought two sticks of "Jinshajiang brand" cigarettes. A pack of these cigarettes cost 27 cents, which was not cheap.
If you want to use this cigarette to entertain the porters who help carry food, you must be able to use it.
Cigarettes like "Chun Peng" and "Tian Ping" cost 1.9 cents, which Luo Xuan felt was a bit low-end.
"Hongmei brand cigarettes" sell for 36 cents, and "Jade brand" cigarettes sell for 3.7 cents. These two types of cigarettes are generally smoked by cadres.
The movers used by these moving service agencies seem to be a bit too high-end...
You can't do it without giving them cigarettes! Otherwise, these guys won't work hard for you.
You must know that these porters today are not the "Bangbang'er" of the old days, they are all employees of the established "state-owned porting service agency".
So arrogant!
If they don't agree with each other, they dare to shut down the stall, say weird things, and even slap the blame, saying that the customers are "acting big" and "having the temper of old society bosses"...
After a combination of punches, it was really hard to withstand. Those customers who were tortured had to be compensated in the end by degrading them.
Why...
The salted fish who have turned over will only become doubly cruel to their former salted fish companions.
When Luo Xuan and Dada returned to the house, they saw five large trucks parked at the door, already waiting there.
In fact, it's still early, and as the "State-owned Moving Service Agency" and "State-owned Automobile Transport Service Agency" are accustomed to do, they received the notice in the morning to set out the vehicle and move the goods.
Then I have to ask about the destination of this trip, how much cargo is being transported, what kind of cargo it is, and whether the cargo is public, collective or individual?
If it’s an individual, just wait!
No matter what, we have to give priority to public transportation, right?
Wait for the person in charge of the moving station and car service agency to ask about these things.
The person in charge of these two units will slowly calculate the freight and slowly start to allocate manpower.
After just such a procedure, it took less than 2 hours to imagine that they would go out.
Perhaps it was because of Fatty Gu who personally went to the moving service agency and the transportation service agency, so today these porters and trucks are working with such high efficiency.
When Luo Xuan came to the door, he was about to take apart the two "Jinshajiang" cigarettes in his hand and give them to the five drivers and 12 porters present to disperse the cigarettes.
Suddenly I caught a glimpse of a man among the porters, who looked like a monitor, holding a pack of "Spring City" cigarettes in his jacket pocket!
Seeing this, Luo Xuan secretly thought something bad...
This guy is really an old man!
The white shirt is transparent, and the "Spring City" cigarettes in the man's pocket can be seen clearly.
Look at this posture, what the other party means is: Did you see it? I am a smoker of this grade of cigarettes. Don't use your inferior cigarettes to scare me away...
He turned around and looked at the driver who had just jumped out of the cab. The driver with the mustache had a "big front door" pinned in his jacket pocket.
The purpose of the mustache driver is the same as that of the porter leader: I am a driver with a high salary of 67.5 yuan a month, you know!
We usually smoke at this level...yours, understand?
"The cigarette is not very good. Masters, please be patient." Luo Xuan tore open the brown paper on the outside of the cigarette, then took two packs of cigarettes and began to distribute them.
Unexpectedly,
These guys don't even bother to do superficial things. They all have their hands on their sleeves and don't stretch out their hands to pick up...
"What? You don't like cigarettes anymore?"
Luo Xuan smiled slightly and said, "I will pay every penny of the freight for this trip to the finance office of your transportation service agency.
Including the moving fees that should be paid to the moving service company, I can’t miss a penny... As for the drivers and moving masters, you are getting the wages paid to you by the company."
Seeing a group of people loading coins on the spot, Luo Xuan asked the porter leading the shift, "If you calculate it this way, it seems that I don't have to give you cigarettes or boil water for you. Do you think... you should also give me the goods?"
How about sending it to the ground properly?"
The man in charge sneered, "Haha...I have a stomachache today and can't move it."
"Brothers, let's go!"
The man waved his hand and said, "There are eight large trucks of goods at the grain station today. Let's go over there to work and take care of lunch!"
Seeing this situation, Luo Xuan couldn't help but sigh secretly: They all say that they are relatives or not, people from their hometown.
It turns out that it was a fellow villager meeting a fellow villager, and they were a rip-off... The quality of these two cigarettes I bought actually exceeded the standard of cigarettes that most urban workers usually eat.
Not to mention the members of the production team, they are pretty good even if they are willing to smoke cigarettes.
Even if you buy cigarettes to smoke, most of them are "economy brand" cigarettes that cost 8 cents.
Occasionally I can buy a pack of "Spring Plowing" for 19 cents, or the "Liang Ping" cigarettes are already sold out.
Today I even bought two slightly better cigarettes to entertain them, but why would these people do this?
The man leading the team was about to leave. At this time, a companion behind him lowered his voice and said, "Er baby, why don't we move... This cigarette is pretty good."
The man covered his lips with his palm, leaned into the ear of the leader and whispered, "Don't you see? This young man is young. He should also be a cadre. Let's not lose our temper."
Already.
Besides, today’s work was done by Mr. Gu personally at the moving station..."
"What's wrong with Mr. Gu? He's in charge of heaven and earth, and he can also manage the transportation station. If he has the ability, can he fire me?"
The man curled his lips and said, "Our rules must not be broken. If everyone treats us with those bad cigarettes in the future, our monthly losses will be huge! Let's go, let's go, I bet he won't dare to offend us."
we..."
It turns out that these porters imply that customers must give them good cigarettes, but in fact they are reluctant to smoke.
Instead, they will resell these cigarettes.
Little things add up, and after just one month, this can be regarded as their extra income besides salary.
"stop."
After practicing Taoist exercises for so many years, Luo Xuan, whose hearing has become extremely sensitive, shouted softly, "Comrade, I am asking you to help carry things, not a bunch of uncles.
I am willing to spread the smoke for you. This is a matter of affection. Even if I don't get a cent, it is also my duty."
"whispering sound--"
The man grinned disdainfully, "Comrade, you have to understand: this is a new era. Poor people like me who are working hard have long since stopped looking at the stinky faces of you superior men."
Luo Xuan slowly approached the guy, "I seemed to hear you calling me Lao Tzu just now?"
The words "Laozi" and "Ge Laozi" in the mouth of Bashu people are sometimes just words and do not have much practical meaning.
But in this case, if the status is relatively equal or the people are very familiar with each other, then you can be more casual.
If the person you meet is an elder, or the person's social status is high, then you can no longer speak like "I" in front of you and "I" behind you.
Anyway, it depends on whether the other party wants to be serious about this kind of thing.
If this man dared to call himself "I" in front of Fatty Gu, Fatty Gu would slap him in the face.
Luo Xuan doesn't like slapping... It feels very uncivilized to do that.
So usually, Luo Xuan is more inclined to kick people away...
A sound of "Peng——"!
"Uh..."
The man didn't even have time to hum. His entire huge body quickly backed up, and his heels pulled on the ground, leaving a crooked mark...
"Hit someone?"
"I said!"
"What a outrage!"
"Guier...zi..."
It's okay to vent your dissatisfaction when you see your companions suffering a big loss, but what if you don't have a clean mouth?
Then you will really get beaten!
Finally, I was about to scold the guy as a "turtle son", but he hadn't finished scolding me yet.
Luo Xuan simply didn't retract his half-retracted right leg, so he just gave this guy a slap in the face.
The force of this kick was quite strong. It kicked the guy so hard that he squatted on the ground with his hands covered with cloth. His face turned red from holding back his arms and he was unable to speak for a long time.
"This guy is very fierce, brothers, come on!"
"Hit him for daring to act wild on the territory of our Red Star Commune? I think back then, when that famous team came to us to cause trouble, they were beaten anyway..."
Just when about 10 porters were all holding their poles, they were ready to swarm Luo Xuan and beat him up.
"stop."
A voice that was not loud but full of majesty rang out, "If you dare to take action today, someone will come forward tomorrow and transfer you to the coal mine and go down the shaft... Just let go of the pole, you have disturbed the guy's nature, this is terrible
It’s different.”
When everyone paused, they turned to look in surprise.
But I saw an old man with white hair and a face full of red, standing with his hands behind his back, looking coldly at these angry men...
The old man looked around coldly, and asked everyone indifferently, "Why, why don't you quickly drop the pole and start arguing? Do you want to go down the well to dig coal?"
"Puff-puff--" The poles, ropes, and poles suddenly fell to the ground. About 10 porters stayed in place stupidly, not even daring to make a sound.
Even the two guys who were kicked to the ground by Luo Xuan just now no longer dare to moan or scream in pain...
Strange to say!
Ever since the old man appeared, his voice has not been loud and his tone has not been harsh.
But it was so frightening that all those men were so silent that they didn't dare to make any mistakes...
I saw that the old man was wearing a white silk shirt that was a throwback to ancient times. It was not new but was starched and yellowed. The fabric was light and swayed slightly in the morning breeze.
With this look, you can think of him as an official who retired from old age and returned to his hometown; you can also think of him as a country gentry from the old era.
There is a bit of the elegant temperament of a great scholar, and a bit of the coercive aura of a county magistrate.
The way he was dressed was matched with the majestic and restrained temperament exuded by the old man.
The porters in front of me, who came from a humble background and could only write their own names all their lives, were so frightened that they dared not make any mistakes!
No matter how stupid or stupid they are, they can more or less feel that this person has an extraordinary background and is definitely not something ordinary people can mess with.
I don’t know why, but these porters, as well as those drivers with eyeballs on their foreheads.
In their hearts, they all inexplicably believed that what the old man in front of them said must be true.
