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Chapter 142 Getting the Cabbage (Part [-])
"Third uncle, I'm sorry, this is public property." Xu Damao knew the third uncle's character and shook his head in rejection.

When the third master heard this, he smiled and went to touch Xu Damao's bicycle: "Damao, it's so easy to break down there, this is a bicycle."

"Third Master, since you said it won't break, as long as you are in front of so many young and old, if it breaks, you will always promise to fix it, then tomorrow all the young and old in the yard can use the bicycle, how about it?" Xu Damao looked around. Glancing around, he said with a smile.

The third master just wants to take advantage, responsibility?How is it possible, seeing other people in the yard looking at him, the third master said again: "Since it is a public car, let's not take advantage of that."

The third master dare not take advantage of Liu Hai now, after all, Liu Hai is a cadre, picked up by motorcycle.

When Xu Damao heard this, he tossed his scarf angrily, then pushed the cart into the inner courtyard and said, "Okay, anyway, you have something to say, Third Uncle."

Others also know the third uncle's virtue. There are a few special households in this courtyard.

The number one is Liu Hai, who is a cadre at a young age.

The second is the third uncle. Others have almost no contact with the third uncle’s family.

The third is Silly Zhu, who is a dog. He was smiling for a second, but turned his back immediately.

The fourth is the old lady in the backyard.

Liu Hai shook his head and started cooking by himself, ordering some noodles or something. Multigrain noodles are also good to eat.

The next day, Liu Hai came to the maintenance department, stopped the test engine, checked it carefully, and was quite satisfied. The new material test seemed to be successful.

Then continue experimenting.

Sun Aiguo didn't pay attention to Liu Hai's motorcycle engine at first. After all, it was just manufactured, so it must be fine.

But for so many days, the engine has not stopped, and the occasional stop is very short.

What is the key? The key is that the voice has not changed at all. You must know that the early industrial technology was backward, and many machines made by themselves had many problems.

Looking at the 70 chicken buses produced by a certain factory in the southwest, some people said that at any time on the road, cyclists could be seen removing the carburetor and blowing it, or wiping the spark plugs, and they had to bring more spark plugs... .

Although Sun Aiguo didn't know the specific technology, he could still hear the sound of the motorcycle engine. Although it was a bit unpleasant, how should I put it, it was a crisp steel sound.

Sun Aiguo did not bother Liu Hai, but asked other people to inquire, and found out that Liu Hai was actually making motorcycle accessories, which meant that Liu Hai was going to build a brand new motorcycle.

The people in the technical department of the motorcycle factory didn't dare to complain. The guys who were in the limelight last time have all been transferred, and they are said to have gone to the suburbs.

Sun Aiguo feels like a cat scratching his heart now, what will he do as a lucky general?

A few people on Liu Hai's side are relatively busy. Li Dali and the three manufacture motorcycle engines. Liu Hai has strict requirements and the tolerance is minimized, starting from the mold.

Li Dali and his bangs are ready to be cultivated. In a few years, the construction of the third line will definitely require someone to go there. It happens that there is a steel factory in the southwest, and it is convenient to produce motorcycles.

Liu Hai didn't think about going to the Southwest. Kyoto is still Kyoto, and development here is the core.

Liu Hai himself manufactures various accessories for motorcycles, and then runs around the workshop, such as tires, handlebars, faucets, and shock absorbers.

On the one hand, bangs don't have to worry so much, and on the other hand, they don't make themselves too conspicuous. Regardless of any company, if one person takes most of the credit for a long time, the final result will not be very good.

Besides, the bangs of a motorcycle have not been looked at yet, and I built airplanes in my previous life...

I had a meal at noon and asked for leave in the afternoon to pick up Chinese cabbage.

Liu Hai came back by bus, and it was too cold to ride a motorcycle. As soon as he arrived at the entrance of the alley, he saw carts of cabbage, carts, cars, people from the street, people from the supply and marketing cooperatives, and the police station. of.

Liu Hai brought his own ID, and the sack was also brought back from the factory.

People were organized on this side of the street, calling people from one compound to another, that is, people calling you this yard, to come and collect the cabbage and weigh it on the spot.

"The cabbage is all scattered, why?"

"We know, if you want it, we'll be next."

This is the case with sending things. There are good and bad things in a cart of cabbage, because even in a piece of land, there are good and bad things.

"Look, you see these are all scattered and will not be stored for a long time."

"It's useless for you to look for us, it's all allocated from above, if you want it, if you don't want it, just leave quickly." The staff who delivered the vegetables were also very busy, and they kept busy for half a month.

"You have to give me an explanation..."

"We didn't grow it ourselves. What do you want to say? If you go to buy meat, will they give you fat meat? Leave quickly or I will call the police."

Liu Hai was waiting here, and all the people in his yard came. Xu Damao pushed the bicycle and asked, "Brother, can I help you get it later?"

"No, I'll just carry it back myself." Liu Hai shook his head.

"It's two hundred pounds, can you carry it alone?"

"No problem, just keep an eye on your car."

"Why don't you ride a bike?"

"It's too cold, so I put it inside the factory."

When the others heard this, they didn't understand how cold it was. If I had a bicycle, I would have to ride it even in the snow.

"Chief Liu." The deputy director of the police station drove away the troublemaker. When he turned around and saw Liu Hai, he came over and gave Liu Hai a cigarette.

"Thank you, it's a lot of work for you, right?" Liu Hai waved his hand and refused.

The deputy director handed the cigarettes to Xu Damao, and Xu Damao quickly took it, and then the deputy director said: "No, these days are the busiest, and some are just making trouble with sincerity. There are so many cabbages, and they insist on the best ones. What's possible."

Liu Hai also shook his head: "Thank you for your hard work."

"What's the hard work? In this line of work, the last case was sentenced. The bastards have been sentenced for several years. Recently, this area has been much cleaner." The deputy director himself took out another cigarette, and Xu Damao hurriedly gave it to him. Come on, took a sip and said.

I didn't dare to underestimate Liu Hai, and I didn't look at how many people came to the motorcycle factory at that time. Of course, the recruitment of workers by the motorcycle factory is still very beneficial to Dongcheng District.

"Do you want to help later?" the deputy director asked again.

Liu Hai shook his head and refused. After waiting for an hour, it was Liu Hai's turn to come to the yard. Liu Hai was the first one, arranged according to the location of his residence.

Liu Hai obviously felt that the staff who called him cabbage took all the good ones, which were very tight at first glance. The sacks Liu Hai gave directly, some of them were crowded, and they used carts or something.

"This Chief Liu is amazing."

"I didn't expect two sacks of cabbage to be carried away." Looking at Liu Hai, he asked the staff to put the cabbage on his shoulders, and then Liu Hai went back with two large bags of cabbage. In a few days, there will be radishes and potatoes to pick up, and we will notify you at that time .

"What are you doing? You still need to take it after weighing it." A staff member snatched the cabbage that the third uncle had thrown into the box and said angrily.

"Just take something small like this." The third master said confidently.

"The small ones are not cabbage. There is a certain number of kilograms. How can we explain if there are less."

"Take it away quickly."

"Don't worry, I'll pick up these leaves together."

(End of this chapter)