I'm really just the village head

The brick making machinery should be very fast.

When it's time to use machinery, it can quickly improve production efficiency without requiring so many people.

At the same time, find someone to improve the kiln technology, or arrange someone to study along the coast.

Direct firing requires shorter red bricks, not blue bricks.

Liu Chunlai didn't know how many years the red brick could last.

But all kinds of ancient buildings, even the wall bricks used in the Great Wall, are all blue bricks, and there should be no problem for thousands of years.

After the reform and opening up, everything is based on economic efficiency.

The same bricks, blue bricks require a long time and a huge amount of manpower; while red bricks will save most of the time from making to firing. Ancient buildings and cultural relics protection units that are not specifically needed are basically invisible. .

As for other places?

A coat of paint on the outside will pretend to be a blue brick.

"When I went back, they said that they had to complete the design first, make a prototype, and pull it over for testing. If they failed, they had to change it..." Liu Zhaoguang said.

Liu Chunlai nodded, "Do you have anything else at this moment? Let's go to Yaochangwan to see."

"It's okay, it's okay, I just came to see you. There are a lot of people over there now, they just come to ask you to come over and give pointers." Liu Zhaoguang accompanied the smiling face.

Liu Chunlai was too lazy to bother with him.

Go straight to the door.

Liu Baye summoned several informants of the Liu family to plan to teach the bachelors of the Liu family a class, and then they passed the exam before they were allowed to ask the wife.

For this kind of thing, Liu Chunlai has only one, and he can't affect his work during the day.

How these boring old men want to toss is their business.

In less than a month, Yaochangwan had changed its appearance.

A few white smoke was blowing from the top of several kilns.

In the open space below, dozens of people are busy.

Some people knocked down chunks of stone millet from the red Shiguzi Mountain nearby, while others used chicken buses to push these large pieces of red stone millet toward the crushing area nearby.

In the smashing area, a group of dark-skinned, shirtless, thin bodies full of fleshy men, holding two hammers, constantly smashed into pieces of stone millet.

The crushed stone millet particles were sieved directly with a sieve. Someone shoveled them into the newly dug pool next to them, and then poured some water.

Beside the pool, several half-person-high stone mills are slowly rotating under the push of manpower.

In the stone mill, what is pushed is not the grain, but the ground stone millet powder!

The crushed stone millet powder is mixed with the dry stone millet powder.

You even need to lead the cow and let the cow step back and forth in the mixed soil.

Finally, the clay is moulded into bricks.

"Why is it so troublesome? Does burning blue brick need so trouble?"

Seeing this scene, Liu Chunlai frowned.

No wonder no kiln is willing to make blue bricks.

Too much manpower was wasted just in the previous process.

Even if there are machines, this requires low cost.

Seeing Liu Chun coming over, the people at work greeted one after another.

Either call Liu Chunlai uncle or grandpa.

Few people call Chunlai Brothers.

Liu Zhaoguang sighed, "The soil is relatively fine, stir it evenly, and you can make bricks if you step on it with a cow. Didn’t you say before, our soil feet are weak, and the layer of soil on the surface needs to be filled with other things. In the soil, thicken the soil..."

How can this become its own pot again?

When I went to this Yaochang Bay with Liu Baye, it seemed to be said?

But for the current process, the cost...

Liu Chunlai did not dare to think about it.

"It's so troublesome, it's no wonder that only one day produces so little..." Liu Chunlai sighed.

In order to save some soil, these people even use more manpower to solve this problem.

Hearing this, Liu Zhaoguang thought that Liu Chunlai was disgusted with too little production and too many people on this day, so he was anxious. “It’s hot at noon and the surroundings are not cool. Every day the kiln factory opens at 4:30 in the morning until 11 noon. After half-time get off work, everyone went to the public cafeteria to eat, and went home to rest. It was 4:30 in the afternoon until dark. If you think the time is long, you can start work at 3 in the afternoon, and it won’t be so hot then..."

"..."

This is how the sweatshop comes from?

Immediately thought, this is not right.

This kiln is a collective industry belonging to the four teams.

From 4:30 to 11:30, it has been 7 hours; from 4:30 to 8:30 in the afternoon, it is another 4 hours.

Working 11 hours a day is still hard work.

"How much is the daily wage?" Liu Chunlai asked.

"Six jiao per day, 18 yuan a month, lunch at noon..." Liu Zhaoguang looked at Liu Chunlai nervously, "There are 63 people in the kiln. I have asked Xie Gao to calculate the current output. The cost of each brick is required. It’s about one divided into two, which is indeed a bit high. We will think of ways to extend the time, increase production to reduce costs, and try our best to keep it within one cent..."

Liu Chunlai looked at him with a little panic.

"I said Zhaoguang, aren't these people my Liu family?" Liu Chunlai couldn't understand his thoughts.

The typical bloody capitalist.

Counting the cost of labor, coal, living expenses, etc., a brick only divides the cost.

What is the market price?

If the market price is pulled by oneself, two points seven one horse!

Including shipping costs, more expensive!

If it is transported manually...

"Just because they belong to the Liu family, they can't take advantage. The salary of 18 yuan a month has broken many people's heads..." Liu Zhaoguang's answer made Liu Chunlai unable to understand.

People's thinking in this era and his thinking are not on the same channel.

"The brigade gets bricks from here, what's the price?" Liu Chunlai looked at the busy and sweating people in the brick factory, feeling a little bit sorrowful.

It's not that everyone doesn't work hard.

It is the lack of opportunities for them to work hard.

It is no wonder that most of this generation eventually gave up land in the 1990s and entered construction sites and factory assembly lines.

Become a small screw on a huge industrial machine...

"This was originally an industry in the team, where does it need to be settled? Salaries are paid in the team..." Liu Zhaoguang did not understand Liu Chunlai's meaning.

"Eating big pot of rice again?"

Liu Chunlai's brows punched.

"You took the land back, didn't you just engage in collective production again? Eat a big pot of rice? Those who handed over the land eat a big pot of rice?" Liu Zhaoguang asked Liu Chunlai.

Fuck!

If you eat a big pot of rice, it takes so much effort?

Need to implement a basic salary plus bonus system?

This matter must be taken seriously.

"My father said?" Liu Chunlai felt that he needed to go back and talk to his father.

Eating big pot of rice is definitely not good.

Many companies developed well at the beginning, but ended up falling down because of a big pot of rice.

"The Bazuzu said. People are also chosen by the Bazuzu. Whoever doesn't work hard (work hard), just go down, there are many people waiting..." Liu Zhaoguang said.