Fishing and Hunting 82, Starting with Three Sisters Who Overprotect Their Brothers

"Eating four or five hundred pounds a day is no problem!"

The more Wang Tieshan counted on his fingers, the more uncomfortable he felt. The actual quantity should be more than estimated. The state-run restaurants bought it for five cents a pound, so everyone could make a profit.

If I did it myself, wouldn't I earn more?

"We can't sell them ourselves." Zhang Wenshan immediately became nervous and hurriedly tried to persuade them, "State-run restaurants have sales channels; they can even deliver directly to the factory..."

The snail business was essentially something he found for the fishing and hunting group to help impoverished households.

If you really try to do this as a legitimate business, you'll lose everything in no time.

Snails are everywhere, costing almost nothing, while others have connections similar to state-run restaurants and can get seasonings at low prices. There's no chance of competing with these people for the market.

I reckon that in a few days, a large number of people in the town will follow suit and start collecting snails.

Most people die without knowing how they died.

"I know, I'm just thinking about it." Wang Tieshan couldn't help but take out his pipe and light it.

I understand the reasoning, but it still hurts my heart.

Seeing this, Zhang Wenshan chuckled and said, "Don't worry, there will be plenty of ways to make money in the future. Just don't find counting the money troublesome."

This is no joke.

In theory, with his own toad pond as a source of support, his uncle is definitely a future village cadre.

At the same time, with the opening up of the economy, the town's agricultural machinery factory, supply and marketing cooperative, and other units that had privileges and could control the flow of resources gradually disappeared.

Even after it was converted into a village, everyone took care of their own household.

Wang Tieshan no longer needed to beg and plead for the entire village, afraid of offending this person or worrying about not entertaining that person well.

If you know the future direction, it will be hard not to make money.

"What nonsense are you spouting in broad daylight?" Wang Tieshan glared at him, not taking it seriously at all.

Zhang Wenshan didn't explain, and to be honest, it felt pretty good to be the only one sober when everyone else was drunk.

"Are you sure you don't need me to go to the farm machinery factory with you?" Wang Tieshan asked, exhaling a smoke ring.

"No need, there are some things that would be difficult to discuss if you went there," Zhang Wenshan shook his head.

Most of the time, it was about discussing the dishes for the reception. With the brigade leader present, people were hesitant to say certain things, and they couldn't ask for an exorbitant amount themselves.

After all, he had always maintained a fairly good image in front of the three bigwigs of Chishongtun.

"Then be careful." Wang Tieshan nodded, patted his shoulder heavily, and gave him a worried reminder.

"Hmm." Zhang Wenshan didn't seem to care.

Ever since he learned that the southern inspection team was visiting the agricultural machinery factory, he was no longer worried about being held accountable later. The factory director might even have to step down.

They couldn't care about themselves at all.

After parting ways with the brigade leader, Zhang Wenshan did not go directly to the agricultural machinery factory, but instead went to buy two packs of Daqianmen cigarettes that did not require coupons.

Since I can't change my clothes for the time being, I can only rely on cigarettes to maintain appearances.

Following my memory, I arrived at the large courtyard on the north side of the town.

The area enclosed by red bricks was the size of three or four football fields, and the two heavy iron gates were half-open, exuding an indescribable grandeur.

A wooden sign with peeling paint hangs at the entrance.

Maoshu Commune Agricultural Machinery Repair and Manufacturing Plant.

As soon as you get close, you can hear the deafening roar of machinery, and the air is filled with the pungent smell of machine oil and rust.

Returning to the familiar place, everything has changed.

Zhang Wenshan remained silent for a moment, then straightened his chest and strode inside.

"Come and register."

Before I had taken two steps, a familiar voice rang out. I turned around and saw my second brother-in-law, Lin Deqiang, standing at the door of the guardhouse.

There were two security officers peeking around behind them, and they seemed familiar with them.

"Brother-in-law, Little Li, Brother Hao!"

Zhang Wenshan greeted him with a smile and approached.

Lin Deqiang remained expressionless, while the other two wore strange expressions.

"Quitting shows backbone."

"You used to run away as soon as you saw us."

"Who told you to chant scriptures all the time?" Zhang Wenshan chuckled and casually signed his name in the register.

"Why is it written like chicken feet scratching?" Lin Deqiang glanced at it and frowned.

I remember my brother-in-law used to have pretty good handwriting.

Zhang Wenshan said without changing his expression, "I've been going up and down mountains and rivers all this time, and I can't even lift my arms anymore."

He stretched out his hand and waved it.

It was covered with new calluses and unbroken blisters.

A look of surprise flashed in Lin Deqiang's eyes. These things couldn't be faked; his brother-in-law had really put in the effort.

"Good heavens, what have you been doing at home?" Li Xuejun leaned forward, his mouth agape, his face full of disbelief. "I used to complain about how tiring it was to tighten screws, and Master Chu would yell at me a lot."

"That's because I don't like doing it." Zhang Wenshan took out a cigarette pack, tore it open, and offered one to each person, saying nonchalantly, "Besides, how much money can you make tightening screws?"

"Wow, Daqianmen cigarettes?" Li Xuejun glanced at the cigarettes, immediately pulled out a match and leaned closer. "Brother Zhang, you've struck it rich!"

"Of course, you know I sell snails with the state-run restaurant..." Zhang Wenshan deliberately acted nonsensical.

Before he could finish speaking, he was struck hard on the back of the head.

Lin Deqiang withdrew his hand and said coldly, "Is Section Chief Zhou waiting for you?"

"Let's talk later!"

Zhang Wenshan sighed, stuffed the cigarette back into his hand, and followed his second brother-in-law inside, leaving the two clerks standing there looking at each other in bewilderment.

"They must be making a lot of money, otherwise Deputy Section Chief Lin wouldn't have stopped them."

"It's true what they say, every monkey has its own way of being tied up. It can't do anything in the factory, but it's very capable when it goes out."

The two of them sighed deeply.

Yesterday's incident has spread throughout the factory. In all these years, no one has ever dared to directly confront a purchasing agent and even physically assault them.

Zhang Wenshan is number one.

Meanwhile, on the way to the small office building of the agricultural machinery factory.

Lin Deqiang, with a stern face, lectured, "How close are you to those two? You're even talking about making money with them? Spreading rumors like wildfire..."

Zhang Wenshan lowered his head and dared not reply.

My father can still argue back a bit, but my second brother-in-law is different.

We can't win a fight, and we can't run away.

"Kong Qingdong is fired." After reprimanding him, Lin Deqiang got down to business, "The other two will receive a reprimand and be suspended from their duties for three days."

"Just expelled?" Zhang Wenshan was somewhat surprised.

The two lackeys are no big deal, but Kong Qingdong's crimes are serious, and the punishment is clearly not commensurate with his crimes.

"According to Section Chief Zhou, he'll be relocated to another town, and he'll probably never be able to cause trouble again," Lin Deqiang explained. "His father is a hero in the factory."

Zhang Wenshan nodded.

In the 1980s, it was a state-owned factory. With the title of "heroic father," that was really all we could do!

Along the way, he encountered quite a few people, some of whom he knew, and others of whom were complete strangers, but all of them cast curious glances at him.

If Lin Deqiang hadn't been there, they probably would have surrounded them long ago.

"Section Chief Zhou."

"Section Chief Lin, I have a lot of things to do, so I'm sorry to trouble you to make this trip."

"What are you saying?" Zhang Wenshan immediately put on a smiling face. "I'm the one who's causing you trouble."

Lin Deqiang's eyelids twitched.

My brother-in-law is a capable man. Before he came in, he was dissatisfied with Kong Qingdong's handling of the matter, but now you can't tell at all.

"Come, please have a seat."

Zhou Daguo glanced at Li Deqiang, who showed no sign of leaving, and without saying anything, took out a cigarette and a kerosene lighter.

Lin Deqiang's gaze sharpened.

The purchasing manager brought this out to demonstrate his strength and to show that he valued it.

Is he worthy of being called a brother-in-law?