Although the junior high school teachers' dormitory is on the mountain, the primary school teachers' dormitory is below, right next to the canteen of Beidou Town, in front of the cinema.

Walking all the way from the street to the left of the river, you will see the cinema. The large stone-structured houses are covered with wooden floors. Because of the market day, this time is when the cinema is full.

There is a small path next to it. You can see the gate of the primary school along the way. There are three floors. The main materials of the building are large strips of stone and blue bricks, as well as prefabricated boards. The top is covered tiles, but it is also a very firm structure.

The school has a large iron gate, but the small iron gate is open. He walked straight in. There were some flowers and plants planted beside the dam. It was not worthwhile, but it was well cared for. When he entered the corridor, he was half a floor high and there was a gate, which led to the building behind. The first floor was the canteen and the two floors above were the teacher's dormitory.

It was also here that Fang Dajun remembered that he forgot to buy some gifts. He even had to carry a bag of oranges. After thinking about it, he finally turned around and fell back, bought a few kilograms of apples and some persimmons, and thought that he would buy some fruits to go home in the afternoon.

When I arrived at the third floor of the dormitory and found the door number, I saw the large screen window door at a glance. I could see the situation in the room inside. It should be the living room. It seems that the teachers' taste for life is higher.

"Teacher Han, are you at home?"

"English army, please come in quickly, the door is not closed!" Han Mei's shouts came from inside the room.

He was wondering if he just walked in like this, Han Mei's family appeared. Her child was only in his teens, which was late marriage and late childbirth, of course it was just her. Her man was several years younger.

"Come in quickly, I just happened to talk about you. This is Teacher Yi, this is Teacher Dongdong's child." Han Mei greeted enthusiastically. The couple were wearing aprons and the child Dongdong also held his arms. Could it be that the whole family was busy in the kitchen just now.

The screen door opened. Han Mei saw that he was carrying something and was very polite. Then she asked the honest Yi Mulin to take Dongdong to continue to go to the kitchen again. Han Mei took off her apron and greeted him in the living room, which seemed very formal.

I didn't make tea, and I prepared a box of cigarettes, all of them were melon seeds, peanuts and fruits. Unfortunately, there was no TV. It seemed that the teachers' lives were not as good as they thought, but they lived a relatively decent life. After all, they were cultural people. For example, the house was obviously not complete, it was a special-shaped house, the gray on the walls was not too white, let alone decoration, but the cement floor was cleaned very clean, which was different from the living habits in the countryside.

However, this environment is very familiar to Fang Dajun. His parents were working class in his previous life. The house was first a staff dormitory arranged in the factory, and later he raised funds to build a welfare house. Unfortunately, it was a two-bedroom apartment, and the area was too small, otherwise he would not have thought of becoming a house slave at the beginning.

"Teacher Han, don't have to be so troublesome. I'm not an outsider. You are a teacher. I should have invited you, but I can't find a decent restaurant outside." This is the truth. If you want to eat cooking, you can only go to the cafeteria. The restaurant outside only sells pasta, and at most it is to sell some cold dishes. When the cadres have dinner together, they only eat noodles, let alone the common people.

"You, you know how to speak at a young age and are smart, but unfortunately you have committed early love." Han Mei teased.

This made him extremely embarrassed. The former master left a lawsuit, and he quickly changed the topic: "Teacher Han, how is the matter with the honeycomb coal?"

"It has been completed, and custody is the best recipe. Teacher Yi is already cooking. After dinner, I will explain it to you in detail. I may even go outside to test it for you." Han Mei said proudly. She is a very conceited person, especially in chemistry. She often sighed in class that you can make a lot of money by using any little chemistry knowledge.

Fang Dajun also believed in the other party, otherwise he would not have come to ask questions before, so he followed the topic and talked about some off-topics, such as investment, production and sales, etc. Although he was not detailed enough, he probably mentioned it.

There is a very important data reference among them. The source is that newspaper, which talks about the trial sales price of honeycomb coal in Yanjing in 1979. The retail price is: 28 yuan per ton per ton, 800 yuan per ton, 0.035 yuan per ton; 29 yuan per ton for delivery, 0.0363 yuan per ton.

It's 1982 years now, and the country has raised its wages once. The price of honeycomb coal should rise a little. Even this price is still very interesting. Don't forget that the electricity bill in Yanjing is only 70 cents per kilowatt-hour, while the civilian electricity bill in Renyi County has exceeded 20 cents.

Another important issue is that the prices of raw coal and civilian coal vary greatly. For example, after thirty years, some civilian coal reached 1,451 tons, but the raw coal was only about 700 yuan, while the prices of industrial coal were between the two. Of course, it also depends on the quality of the coal and whether it is processed. For example, the prices of refined coal after processing are different.

Although the raw coal in Jiaoshan Commune is only a few dollars per ton, if it is taken to a big city outside, it may be dozens of dollars per ton. The main reason is that the transportation cost is too high, and it also involves taxation and people who resell coal have to make money.

Fang Dajun is now suffering from the lack of transportation tools, so he is not in a hurry to mine coal in Jiaoshan. The main reason is the above policy issues. It is difficult to obtain loans in the 1980s. This statement should be understood in the opposite way. It should be said that no one dares to borrow money, and the banks have money to lend money. As a result, some people who are desperate, or brave, go to loans to do business, and eventually become rich. The honest farmers are still farmers, and the glorious workers are laid off in the end, or they are private enterprises of these rich people...

He will also take out loans in the future, and even if the funds are turned over, he will also borrow money. This can increase the credit value and obtain some official preferential care. It is too far to talk about these things. Now, we must first become a rich man in the Beidou area and only then will we have the right to speak.

Many of these materials were learned by participating in brainwashing training when I was doing sales. Thinking about it, although the lecturer said it a little exaggeratedly, the general environment of the 1980s still explained it roughly, but it avoided the policies and other issues at that time. Every rich man was not able to succeed by luck alone. Hard work and strong resistance to stress are the foundation.

The food was served quickly and he was invited to the next room for dinner. The kitchen was about the same size as the living room, with two houses in it, and the area was similar. The toilet was a public toilet, but the area of ​​the house would not exceed 60 square meters. This was the area allocated by the two teachers, mainly Han Mei was relatively old. New teachers could only allocate a single house of more than ten square meters.

"Dajun, you don't have any food to prepare, you'll just eat it." Han Mei greeted politely.

But there are already many dishes, such as konjac roast duck, yellow flower stewed pig's trotters, pepper cooked pork, a plate of pickled vegetables and duck intestines, and a vegetarian dish and a pot of egg soup. The standard for the New Year. Judging from the child's greedy appearance, I think this standard is a bit over the standard at Han Mei's house.

"Teacher Han, you are too polite. So many dishes are the same as the New Year." Fang Dajun didn't expect the other party to be so polite. Fortunately, they didn't come empty-handed, otherwise if they didn't mention some fruit, they would be embarrassed to let go of eating and drinking.

"Where are you an excellent student taught by the teacher. If you have won the labor model, you should prepare some things. Come, Dajun, let Teacher Yi have a drink with you for two drinks." Han Mei smiled, mainly because she felt proud.

He ate, ate, drank, and let go. He ate this meal very comfortably. At the same time, he also noticed that Han Mei’s cooking tool at home was an electric stove, which also used fired tools made of refractory earth. It was in circles and had electric heating tubes inside. This thing was popular for many years. It was not until the popularization of electric woks, and the electric woks were eliminated by induction cookers.
Chapter completed!