The car was on the road and moved to the Nanbian County Government District. There is no saying that commercial housing is either indigenous or related to the government. For example, if it is a business unit, it needs to bring the house into the city, either by household registration or by unit.

Although the county town is dilapidated, compared with the commune, it is just a replacement of cannons. Although there are still many tile houses, there are no earth-walled houses and the streets are still flat. The most important thing is that the population is much more concentrated and lively.

"Dajun, do you want to take a break first? Let's arrange accommodation for you first before starting construction." XCMG said happily.

"No, just start work!" Fang Dajun's mind was not on this threshing machine, and he had decided not to do articles in this area. He could do his own business as soon as possible.

"That's it, we'll go directly to the workshop!"

XCMG and both of them belong to the Agricultural Bureau. During this period, the Agricultural Bureau was a top-notch job, and it was a major agricultural country.

As soon as he arrived at the workshop, Fang Dajun felt the family-style shanty town processing workshop of later generations. Before he traveled, his factory was to produce communication products for ZTE and Mobile. The products were very expensive, but the raw materials were purchased from many retail investors.

Many times, because the raw materials were rushing, the warehouse was too busy, so he took several employees to the car to wait for the goods. He saw that the conditions in retail investors' workshops were so simple that they could not imagine. It was like a fat man, naked, wearing only a pair of shorts, and all of them were covered in motor oil. In the middle of the night, under the dim light bulb, he was arching his legs and operating the old drilling machine with bells ringing loudly. The ash and waste were flying together. The machine and the urging sounds were tile on the top, the scraps were scraps under his feet, and there was a wall in front of him that didn't even wipe the lime. It seemed that it would collapse at any time. There were stinky ditches outside the workshop, and there were no three-story houses around because the place was cheap. The materials processed under this condition were sent to a high-quality workshop with dust-free internationalization, and finally processed into high-end products and sold to large multinational companies to serve the general public.

The situation in the work room in front of me is similar, except that there is no pungent motor oil, paint, etc., but the overall situation is in a mess, not as good as the carpenter's house in the commune.

"How is this place, it's pretty good. Although the place is not big, the tools are very complete. Look at the machines there, which are imported from Germany. Although they are third-hand goods eliminated from the city, they can still be used. And there, you can't recognize what they do, but..." XCMG introduced with some show-offs.

But he didn't know that these things were all antiques in Fang Dajun's opinion, and they should either be used as waste or they had some collection value.

"It's all good things, and the conditions in the county are good." Fang Dajun said something against his will, and then urged: "Where is the material of the roller machine? I want to see the real thing first."

After I entered, I found that there are quite a few good things in it. Although they are worn out, the good things in later generations did not evolve from these tools. This requires a process and also represents the rapid development of the country.

More than an hour later, the drum machine was actually solved. With Fang Dajun's knowledge of surpassing this era for thirty years, and XCMG was a master of this era, this drum threshing machine, which was convenient but also very primitive, was broken.

This is not worth being happy, because there have been machine harvesters abroad, and a person can harvest dozens or hundreds of acres of farmland in just one day. What is behind in China is not only the present but also the future.

What he can do is to make himself live a good life as a relative and friend. If he sighs, he will just stop doing anything else. If he is not in his position, he will not do his own politics!

"Okay, I didn't expect it to be resolved so soon!" Xu Rong was overjoyed.

"That's great, our group can get a reward now." The two young officers also seemed very excited.

He immediately took him to eat and drink. This place is naturally a canteen, but he can spend money to open a small kitchen and follow the customs. He is just when he grows up and is absolutely impossible to refuse.

When I was having a meal, I found that the food in the county canteen was richer, unlike the commune who had just a few dishes back and forth. The Agriculture Bureau should be responsible for the seeds. However, the villagers have not yet been assigned to the land and have no autonomy. Even if they return to the commune with more vegetable seeds, they cannot find land to plant. There is no rush to do so.

"XCMG, how do you calculate the electricity bill in the county now?" Fang Dajun started a market investigation at the dinner table.

"The electricity used for daily life costs 20 cents per kilowatt-hour, the electricity used for agriculture costs 4 cents, and the electricity used for industrial costs 8 cents. What do you ask about this?" Xu Rong said and smoke came out, which was a pack of Pegasus cigarettes worth 30 cents a pack.

Fang Dajun lit it with a smile. Although cigarettes are not good things, it doesn’t matter if you smoke one occasionally. “The electricity bill in the county is actually cheaper than the commune.”

Xu Rong smiled and said, "This is considered expensive. The electricity bill in Yanjing is cheap. The electricity consumption in daily life is only 70 cents. Our place mainly subsidizes electricity bills to agriculture and industry."

Fang Dajun nodded. This situation will last for many years. In order to ensure the continuous electricity in agriculture and industry, villagers will not use electricity every New Year. Take last year as an example. His home was shut down for more than ten days during the New Year.

"Then what state-owned enterprises do we have in our county?"

"Haha, you don't know about this? Apart from the white tower tiles, there are only Dawei Steel Factory, and there are some bowl factories, boiler factories, cigarette factories, etc., all of which are all full of industries. When small factories are in a downturn, they cannot even pay their wages." Xu Rong said casually, this is not a secret.

"Is there a cement factory?" Fang Dajun asked the key point.

"There are cement factories? There are basically all in the county next door. They are basically operating at a loss. They can make some profits by processing them into prefabricated boards. I said, are you planning to do your own business?" Xu Rong asked.

"I have some ideas, but the time is not yet ripe." Fang Dajun's eyes flashed with wisdom because he already had a preliminary money-making plan in his mind.

Before traveling through time, he was a post-80s generation and the most tragic generation. When he was in elementary school, he didn't have money to go to college; when he was in college, he didn't have money to go to elementary school; when he was not able to work, his job was assigned; when he was able to work, he was bleeding and could barely find a job that could not starve; when he couldn't make money, the house was distributed; when he could make money, he found that the house could no longer be afforded; when he was not married, he could get married by riding a bicycle; when he was at the age of marriage, he couldn't get married without a villa or a car; when he was not looking for a partner, the girls were heart-willing; when he was looking for a partner, the girls were money; when he was not looking for a job, the primary school students could also be leaders; when he was looking for a job, the college students could only wash the toilet...

For him, the tragic post-80s generation is already a past tense. He has been a post-60s generation in his life, but his descendants are post-80s generations. If he doesn't want his descendants to have a tragedy, he should work hard, otherwise he will be sorry for this era.

However, the post-60s and post-70s are not as happy as they imagined. For example, in 1994, the secondary school students cancelled the allocation and implemented the expansion of enrollment. The previous secondary school students were tragic and regretted not going to take the college entrance examination. In 1999, the university was cancelled the allocation and implemented the expansion of enrollment, and it was tragic that they had not had time to graduate from college.

Some college students assigned to them 99 years ago were also tragic because they suddenly found that many of the students who had poor grades in the past had become big bosses.

In the 1980s, this was an era of passion and passion, opportunities and tragedy coexisted, and he came!

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