"Urea bag, good stuff."

Han Fu rushed over and picked it up and shook it. It wasn’t a urea bag, ten pieces, this guy threw good things like this one around.

The urea bag imported from Japan also has a layer of transparent plastic skin inside, and the outside is woven with fibers. It feels soft and delicate, smooth, without pleating or wrinkling, dense and water-permeable, and is dirt-resistant and wear-resistant.

Good stuff, cut a urea bag in the middle and simply sew it into a good pair of pants. These days, pairs of wear-resistant pants are good stuff.

"What a urea bag."

Even Liang Xiaoyan sighed that she had one in the past few years, but she dyed it black and was not willing to wear it in normal times, but she has not worn it in recent years.

"Uncle Guofu, why are you excited? You just have a few bags. You have to take two pieces to pack your food at home."

Li Dong didn't quite understand why Korean rich was so excited.

"You guys, what do you know? This is a good fabric. You can wear pants for several years without any damage." Korean rich people almost couldn't help but hit Li Dong with a cigarette pole.

"This is making pants?"

Li Dong really didn't expect it.

"Brother Dong, you don't know, this is a good thing, it looks good when making pants."

Han Weidong was very envious, urea bags, but good things. One urea bag is almost enough to make a pair of new pants. In the past, when getting married in rural areas, you have to go to each family to make new clothes in advance, and neighbors borrow cloth tickets.

Otherwise, if you exchange food for cloth tickets, the cloth is too expensive. Not to mention that the family is in a bad condition, the family is better. If you don’t have to get a new pair of pants in a year, what kind of fabric is it?

Pants made of urea bags are better than pure wool woolen material.

It is so warm when worn in winter, and it is wear-resistant. Many people can’t buy it even if they want to. This guy, Li Dong, threw it directly in the yard. Who is older, is not talking about committing evil, this good thing.

"Good thing, just right, I'll give you money after selling the persimmons, I won't give you money, each of them will take two urea bags."

"Two?"

Han Weidong, Han Weiguo, and Han Weichao were happy, but they were embarrassed to think about confiscating two persimmons recently. "Brother Dong, I want a urea bag."

"I want one too."

"Okay, you guys take it yourself."

Li Dong really didn't know how to make pants. Although he had many children in his family, he didn't suffer much grievances. His parents were quite capable. Li Dong had already worked alone when he was born. In addition, his grandfather was the deputy secretary of the production brigade, and Li Dong's memory was quite beautiful when he was a child.

Three people, one urea bag, laughed so hard that their mouths were squinting. Korean Fubada took out two dollars with a mouthful of dry cigarette. "I want two."

"Uncle Guofu, what are you doing and what money are you giving."

Korean rich man glared at him and said, "Is it too much for money?"

Li Dong really doesn't know how much the urea bag costs, but Liang Xiaoyan next to him knows a little, and she gestures in a singular way. "Uncle Guofu, wait a minute, I'll find money."

Five of them were 80 cents at a time. Before Li Dong could go back to the house, Han Wei'an's wife Liu Chunzhi ran over. "Dongzi, I want two urea bags." On the way, I met Han Weidong with a urea bag and a happy face. When I asked about the urea bag, this was a good thing. His father lacked a pair of pants and a baby at home. He happened to sell bamboo weaving a few days ago and divided it for a few dollars.

"Sister-in-law, wait, I'll get it for you."

Two Li Dong collected one yuan and fifty cents, but there was no change.

Liu Chunzhi returned happily. Okay, Zhang Xiaocao came in a short while, two pieces, and then Li Dong brought back ten urea bags and only the last one left.

"have to."

When Li Dong saw that Li Qiuju was coming, he directly gave Li Qiuju the urea bag. "Sister-in-law, there is only one left."

"What?"

"Urea bag, sister-in-law, aren't you here to get the urea bag?"

"Urea bag?"

Li Qiuju saw that, it was not a good thing. She didn't have a pair of pants that were not patched. It would be great to make new pants. It would be decent to wear it when you go to the city. "Then, I want the urea bag."

"How much."

"You give it to Baqian."

Li Dong remembered that Hanfu took two pieces back. "Sister-in-law, Uncle Guofu also bought two pieces."

"I bought two, I know."

Li Qiuju said in his heart, why did you divide half of your family into your own, just make a pair of pants for Xiao Hei. "Dongzi, I'm here to tell you, we have fifty or sixty new styles of carrying baskets. When will we go to the area?"

"It's too few to go to the area. Sister-in-law, why don't we go to Chicheng like this? There are fifty or sixty, and we sell them quickly. We may still learn from the intersection commune. If there are too many, let's go to the area again."

"That's fine, I'm back."

Li Qiuju hurriedly returned home. Sure enough, Hanfu got two urea bags back. How did Li Chunhua divide it together? The third brother went to school and wanted to make a new pair of pants. I had already said that it was just right for the third brother to make one.

There was still one left. Han Weijiang's wife wanted it, but she didn't dare to speak. She saw Li Qiuju coming back with a urea bag and was happy. "Sister-in-law, you are back, this is a urea bag."

"What's the matter with you?"

Han Weijun looked at his wife.

"I bought a pair of pants. Why can't I wear patched pants every day when I go to the city every day?"

“That’s true.”

Han Weijun thought about it, and then he said that the pair of pants is 80 cents, how cheap it is, how good it is. "I went back and bought some dye and dyed it black."

"I'll buy it afterwards."

Li Qiuju stuffed the urea bag directly to Han Weijun, and Li Chunhua could only stare at him.

Zhang Xiaocao and Liu Chunzhi were happy when they came home. The little kid was happy and put on new pants.

Han Wei'an is such a slutty guy. "Make it quickly. I'll cut bamboo to wear tomorrow. It's cold this day, and these torn pants are leaking."

"I'll make it for you tonight."

Liu Chunzhi looked at it and the pants were much torn. "Wash the pants and I'll change them for the boss tomorrow."

"become."

Han Weian was happy and wore new pants. He turned around and asked the guys from the village to take a look. When he thought about the one who wore new pants, he was proud.

Before it was dark, it spread in the village. Li Dong made ten urea bags. The good guy came to his house in the evening to listen to more radio people. Many people have heard of urea pants, big cadres, small cadres, one person had a pair of urea pants, some were white and some were black, but there were no members.

Everyone wanted to see what the urea pants were wearing by cadres. When they asked, Li Dong sold all the pieces, 80 cents. "Why did they sell them all?"

"It's really time to come soon."

"I'd bought one if I had known."

"It's not so good. A urea bag can make a pair of pants."

There is no such good thing when you make a pair of pants in Bazhong? You must know that urea pants are both beautiful and durable. It’s true that Han Weian is proud and said that he bought two urea bags at his own home.

Han Weiqun curled his lips and said nothing. He put on urea pants by himself tomorrow and asked you to take a look.

Needless to say, Han Weidong, Han Weiguo, and Han Weichao were very happy, a pair of new pants. Li Dong knew that urea pants were so popular. No wonder Secretary Liang criticized ten urea bags at that time, and Accountant Wang looked surprised.

Good guy, this thing is quite expensive, but Li Dong doesn't need it. "Go to the city tomorrow and send Liang Xiaoyan home."

The water mill and the water mill have been built. We were originally trying it tonight, but Liang Xiaoyan said that she would save more water and try it tomorrow morning.

The next morning, men, women, young and old in the village went to the water mill house, and the few families in the front were carrying corn, rice, and wheat.

"Start with [Bayi Chinese website www.x81zw.info]."

Pour rice into the mill trough, and put corn in the bucket on the water mill. Open the water gate, grind, and turn the water mill. After a while, the corn flour will come out. After three times, the corn flour can be made into steamed buns.

"Look at how rice is doing."

The water has been crushed into the notch, not using a stone grinder, of course, it can be replaced at any time. "Scoop it out and put it in the bellows and take a look."

The rice peeled more than 95%, and everyone cheered.

"It's so good."

The fifth lady grabbed the cornmeal, which would save effort in the future and enjoy happiness.

"Technician Liang thanks you so much."

Han Fu held Liang Xiaoyan's hands.

"This is the result of everyone's efforts."

Liang Xiaoyan smiled and said, "Water milling, the water is finished, and it's time for me to go home."

"Why are you leaving now?"

"Can't leave, Technician Liang."

"Yes, yes, how can you leave?"

"Tomorrow is my mom's birthday, and I want to rush back early."

Everyone had nothing to say about Liang Xiaoyan. They were thinking about having a meal, but they still kept a lot of wild boar meat.

"That's it, Li Dong, you ride a bike to send the technician Liang to the technician."

As he said that, Han Fu quietly pulled Li Dong. "If you have pastry tickets, please change some in the team. You can buy some for technician Liang to bring them with you."

"Uncle, don't change it in the team, I'll buy some myself."
To be continued...