Rebirth in the 80s: From street stalls to the spotlight of domestic products

Carrying his things home, Wang Muzhi hurriedly ran after learning that his father had gone to measure the land.

When we arrived at the place, the white lines on the ground had been drawn.

The land surveying work has been completed, and Gao Dashan and Wang Jiefang are squatting on the ground smoking dry cigarettes.

"Old Wang, you have given birth to a good son, and he knows a lot!"

"Ha...poof!"

Wang Jiefang spat on the ground.

Even though the corners of his mouth were turned up, he pretended not to care.

"It's okay, he's just a coward. If you hadn't stopped him, I would have broken his legs long ago!"

"Old Wang, just keep your mouth strong. I don't know how many people in the village are envious of your son now. Don't listen to them gossiping behind your back. Mu Zhi is great!"

After listening to Gao Dashan's words, Wang Jiefang nodded thoughtfully.

"Dad, Uncle Dashan."

"Muzhi is here."

Gao Dashan knew that the young man was not used to smoking dry cigarettes, so he took a cigarette from his pocket and threw it to him with a smile.

"Everything that should be given to you has been taken care of for you. Once you go to the village committee to sign and have your fingerprints pressed, you won't be able to regret it. You have to think about it!"

"Don't worry, Uncle Dashan, I've thought about it a long time ago, and my dad also agrees."

Wang Muzhi took the cigarette and instinctively prepared to light it, but when he saw his father staring at him, he put down the cigarette angrily.

"Humph!"

Wang Jiefang rolled his eyes and said nothing.

"Then it's settled. Your father knows the people who built the house, so I won't get involved."

Gao Dashan patted Wang Muzhi on the shoulder.

"One more thing, after you finish the repair here, your father and I will come over from time to time to check. Don't be stupid as soon as possible. I don't rub sand in my tall mountain eyes."

“Both leaders are welcome to come and review at any time.”

Wang Muzhi joked and followed Gao Dashan to the village committee.

Village party secretary Li Xiang, production team captain Meng Dezhu and other leaders are all here.

There are also many villagers gathered outside. Apparently they got the news and came here to verify the authenticity.

Building a house is a big deal in the village, which means that Lao Wang’s family is now rich!

But the villagers are more likely to rejoice in their misfortune.

"I said, does that boy Wang Muzhi really want that piece of salt-alkali land?"

"This can still be false. When I passed by the salt-alkali land just now, I happened to see Gao Dashan and Wang Jiefang measuring there. This is definitely true."

"That boy Muzhi doesn't look stupid. Why do you suddenly think of wanting that kind of land? Is there gold in the ground?"

"I think he has a lot of money and is a slut!"

"Hahahaha!"

I don't know whose words made everyone laugh, and there was obviously a lot of contempt for Wang Muzhi in the laughter.

In the eyes of the villagers, land is a treasure that is passed down from generation to generation.

Even if he was in trouble, he would not dare to sell it casually, but now there are obviously other good places, but Wang Muzhi chose a saline-alkali land.

Even if the place is bigger, it’s of no use!

Your Wang family doesn't know how to spend it even if they have money. It's really laughable.

"Look, here they come."

Someone yelled, and everyone turned around to see Wang Muzhi and three others walking from a short distance away. Before they even got there, someone came up to them, and they were half joking and half contemptuous.

"Old Wang, your son is going to be successful!"

"Who is in charge in your family? How dare you disobey your father?"

"Wang Jiefang, do you want to find an immortal to see if your son has been squinted by a ghost? I tell you, that place is not auspicious!"

……

After hearing these gossips, the old man was not used to scolding them directly.

"Get out of my way, you're just blinded by the ghost.

The place my son values ​​​​is a good place, and he would not change it for a Jinluan Palace. What the hell do you think? "

Wang Jiefang keeps his word. Even if the sky falls, he can still support his son.

Wang Muzhi looked at the gloating expressions of some of them and didn't care at all.

He was like a clown watching a circus performance.

Laugh, laugh, laugh hard.

It won’t be more than three years at most, and you won’t be able to laugh anymore!

"Son, don't be afraid. Now that you've made up your mind, just go ahead and do it. No matter what happens, your father and I will support you. Don't be afraid!"

Wang Jiefang spoke in a serious tone and patted Wang Muzhi on the shoulder.

There was no longer the seriousness in his eyes, replaced by encouragement.

"Um!!"

Listening to his father's voice, Wang Muzhi's nose felt sour.

Feeling like something was blocking her heart, she nodded while trying not to let tears fall.

The father and son went in to sign and have their fingerprints pressed. When they came out again, the Wang family had three and a half acres of saline-alkali land.

After installing the land deed, Wang Jiefang pulled his son away before going out.

He knew that young people had low reputations and it didn't matter if he was laughed at, but he must never let others laugh at his son.

But Wang Muzhi stood there and did not move away. His eyes slowly swept across the crowd, and stayed for a few seconds on the faces that had just mocked and ridiculed the Wang family.

Gradually, the whole place became quiet.

In their eyes, this second-rate boy Wang Muzhi suddenly became extremely majestic, and his inexplicable aura could overwhelm the village chief.

What a hell!

Especially those who laughed at the Wang family just now were so frightened that they even shivered.

"Muzhi, let's go."

"Father, wait."

Wang Muzhi jumped into the stands and shouted in front of everyone.

"Dear uncles and uncles, everyone must know that I, Wang Muzhi, want to get a wife. Now I want to hire someone to build a house. If anyone is interested in helping, you can go to my father."

Unexpectedly, someone started to sing the opposite tune on the spot.

"Who knows if this is reliable? Whoever you like can go. Anyway, I won't go."

"That makes sense. Who knows where the money from Lao Wang's family came from? Don't let someone take it away one day."

"That's right, it sounds unreliable. Who builds a house on salt-alkali land!"

……

After hearing this, the old man became a little angry and was about to get angry.

Wang Muzhi grabbed his father and explained to everyone in a leisurely manner.

“Since everyone doesn’t believe me, I will explain my wages clearly in front of everyone.

As long as everyone can build the house in good quality and quantity before I marry my wife, it can pass my inspection.

I, Wang Muzhi, am willing to pay three times the market price, paid daily! "

"Besides, my Wang family is also in charge of food. On the last day, each person will be given a red envelope of five yuan!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there were sounds of shock.

"Wow!"

"three times!"

"Still in charge of the food!"

"It's true, isn't it a lie?"

Many people had doubts about Wang Muzhi's previous poor moral character, but this suspicion was quickly overturned.

"You are stupid. People have already said Rijie, how can you lie to others?"

"Makes sense!"

"I regestrated."

"I'll do it too, I'm a carpenter."

"Come and have a cigarette after liberation. I must be the one to do this job. We have always had a good relationship."

Three times the salary, taking care of the food, and giving out red envelopes.

They had never seen such a good thing in their lives, so they simply made a mental calculation.

In addition to saving food rations for the family, they can also earn at least more than 40 yuan, which is their usual income for half a year!

In an instant, the village gentlemen immediately surrounded Wang Jiefang, shouting "Jiefang" very affectionately one by one. They looked at Wang Jiefang more enthusiastically than they looked at their own mother-in-law.

"Everyone, those with experience in building houses will be given priority."

Wang Muzhi smiled and pulled Wang Jiefang home, without forgetting to drop one sentence.

"Also, if you just said that my family is stupid, please stop talking as soon as possible, lest my Wang family's money gets on your hands!"

Some people immediately retracted their heads when they heard this.

He could only watch others following Wang Muzhi, and his intestines turned green with regret.

Someone else slapped his mother-in-law on the face and shouted angrily.

"I told you that you have a bad mouth. You only talk nonsense every day when you don't do anything. Come on now, the opportunity to make money is gone. Just wait and drink the northwest wind!"

With such generous conditions, people to build houses were quickly gathered together.

Wang Muzhi saw that most of these people had worked with his father to build canals before. What surprised him most was that even the village chief Gao Dashan was among them.

"Why are you glaring at me? I'm here to supervise you, man. If you dare to say something but don't keep it, don't blame me for being unkind."

"Okay, you're busy."

Wang Mu's 1 wishes.

With Gao Dashan, the selfless, fair and impartial village chief, he is not afraid of anyone cutting corners, nor is others afraid of defaulting on their debts, which is a guarantee for the rights of both parties.

As for money...is it an issue for him?

Before dawn the next day, villagers came one after another.