Qianjiang brigade is more than thirty miles away from Liweizi brigade. Fortunately, there are bicycles. It was already past nine o'clock when the two brothers arrived. The little dried white taro porridge they ate in the morning was so delicious.

A clean one.

When we arrived at the place, we could see a sinking area in the distance. The second brother quickly asked, "Is that a brick factory?"

Brick factories require clay to burn bricks, so the places where brick factories are opened often sink. Fang Yuan thought that this must be the case, but before the two of them got close, they were stopped by someone.

"Hey, what are you two doing!? Who asked you to come here? Do you want to steal bricks?" The person who stopped Fang Yuan and Fang Yu was an old man in his sixties.

Fang Yuan hurriedly said, "Uncle, don't get me wrong! If we ride a bicycle, even if we steal bricks, how many bricks can we steal!? We want to buy some bricks and build a house."

"Buy bricks?" The uncle immediately waved his hand and said, "Go back! Our bricks are no longer for sale."

"Don't sell it?" The second brother said with a puzzled look on his face, "If you don't sell the bricks you fired, then why do you keep them!?"

The uncle said, "Who said we should keep it? We have sold out all the bricks at the beginning of every month. If you still come to buy bricks at the end of the month, I will definitely have no bricks to sell to you."

Fang Yuan hurriedly said, "Uncle, we need it urgently. Please see if you can sell it to us, even if you pay more!" As he said this, Fang Yuan took out a white paper bag, took out a cigarette from it and handed it to him.

uncle.

Even though this white paper bag doesn't even have a filter, it can be considered high-end at the moment. After all, most people smoke dry cigarettes, and not everyone has this kind of flue-cured tobacco.

The uncle pushed Fang Yuan's cigarette away, shook his head and said, "Young man, it's not a matter of adding money. The brick kiln of our Qianjiang brigade is only so big, and the number of bricks that can be fired every month is limited. Don't say it now, it's half a month ahead of time."

There may not be bricks for you in the coming months, so go back quickly!"

Fang Yuan and his second brother looked at each other. Fang Yuan knew that red bricks were hard to buy now, but he didn't expect them to be so popular. He came late and couldn't even buy them at a higher price.

"Then if we order now, how long will it take to get the bricks?" Fang Yuan asked again.

The uncle thought for a while and said, "It depends on how much you want. If it's less, it's easier to talk. If it's more, you have to wait until early August."

Fang Yuan was speechless. By the beginning of August, the day lilies were already cold. He definitely couldn't wait so long. Seeing that the two of them were unwilling to leave, the uncle urged, "If you don't want to leave, don't block it here. Go to the courtyard wall over there."

Stand on the edge."

Fang Yuan followed the uncle's fingers and looked, good guys, there are dozens of people squatting under the courtyard wall. The uncle said proudly, "Did you see that, these people are also waiting for bricks, you have to queue up behind them first."

The second brother took a breath and said, "My dear, when will this be scheduled?"

Even if the two were not happy, they had no other choice but to walk under the courtyard wall. Someone saw the two brothers just arrived and smiled and said, "Come to buy bricks? Wait, the bricks from Qianjiang Brigade will not wait for two or three."

Month, it’s basically impossible to buy it.”

Seeing this, Fang Yuan took out the white paper bag, handed over a cigarette, and said with a smile, "Brother, how long have you been waiting?"

"I've been waiting for half a month." When the man saw Fang Yuan handing him a cigarette, he quickly took it and his words were much softer than before. He smiled and said, "Brother, you are really here a little late. You have to wait in line for a month, otherwise

When you are in line, it will be at least two months before the bricks come out."

The second brother asked, "Why are their bricks so easy to sell!?"

The man smiled and said, "That's necessary! Although there are not many people who can build brick houses now, there are even fewer places to make bricks! Let me tell you, within fifty miles around, only the Qianjiang Brigade can make bricks.

Fifty miles away...how many brigades are there? Even if only two or three families in a brigade can afford brick houses, there are many people of all ages."

Fang Yuan smiled and said, "Brother, even if this is the case, there won't be so many people queuing up, right?" He took out a match and helped the man light his cigarette.

The man protected the fire, lit it, and handed the cigarette to Fang Yuan, signaling Fang Yuan to light it too, but Fang Yuan waved his hand. He didn't smoke himself, so he bought cigarettes and put them on his body purely for the convenience of doing things.

"Huh... flue-cured tobacco is softer than the dry tobacco we usually smoke." The man smiled, exhaled a puff of smoke, and then said, "Not many bricks can be produced this month. There are only thirty-two kilns in total to produce bricks, and only three bricks can be produced a day.

To build three large tile-roofed houses with 10,000 bricks, you need at least 40,000 bricks, right? Do the math, who can he use with this output?"

"Why just this few bricks? A kiln with thirty-two gates would cost one hundred thousand yuan a day, right?" Fang Yuan was a little surprised, and then said, "They pursue quality?"

The man laughed so hard that he almost choked. He coughed a few times and said, "The quality of shit, their bricks are only as good as clay. In fact, the quality is average. They only use two knives. They are very good at breaking. But it's not that good these days."

If you are looking for someone who knows brick kilns, it is better to go to the Mining Bureau to find a job. If your skills are good enough, you can directly change the job to another worker. Who will come to them!"

Fang Yuan suddenly realized, to put it bluntly, the brick kiln of Qianjiang Brigade is not professional and cannot find professionals to manage it, so whether it is the quantity or quality of bricks produced, it is not very good. But what the elder brother said is right, it can be managed well.

The quality of the brick kiln is that you can go to the Mining Bureau and find another worker. Who wants to burn bricks in the Qianjiang Brigade!?

But this made Fang Yuan feel something in his heart. He didn't understand the matter of baking bricks, but he had heard some things about brick kilns. In his previous life, one of his patients had a brick kiln, and he talked a lot with him during treatment.

Although the brick kiln thing is not a secret, it depends on when it is placed.

"Brother, is there any way to meet with the person in charge of the brick factory?" Fang Yuan asked.

The man was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly said, "You mean the Secretary of the Qianjiang Brigade, right? You can find it by going to the production team office, but it's useless to ask him for this matter. The production volume is here, so don't mess around, just line up honestly!"

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"I'd better go look for it! It might be useful!" Fang Yuan said with a smile, and then he led his second brother to the Qianjiang Brigade.

The Qianjiang Brigade is not far from the brick kiln, and the land used for the brick kiln itself belongs to the Qianjiang Brigade. After entering the brigade, Fang Yuan asked someone to inquire, and soon found the office of the brigade secretary.

At the door of the office, several people were also squatting, obviously holding the same idea as Fang Yuan, but it seemed that the secretary was a bit reluctant and was standing at the door to chase people away.

"Come on, come on, don't make things difficult for me. I don't want to sell the bricks I have. We don't have such a large output, so it's useless for you to beg." The secretary of the brigade looked like he was a strong man in his fifties and had been abandoned by his hairline.

, but precisely because of this, it appears quite authoritative.
Chapter completed!