Before, Lin Xiaoguang and his colleagues used the school's machines to print Youth Digest.
That's not possible now. He wants to print something himself and can't find someone from the school.
A few days ago, he asked someone to ask around where there were old printing machines that were not being used. Now he finally got the news. As for why he didn't want a new one, new ones can be easily obtained. Old ones can be bought, and new ones can be bought. You can't buy it with any money.
Guo Hongbing is Shen Yizhou's younger brother. He helped find the courtyard. Now he was called over by the latter to be at Lin Xiaoguang's disposal, so he was the one to report the news.
"where from?"
"The machine from Xinghua Printing Factory has only been used for a few years. It kept breaking down and was repaired. Later, the technology was updated and it was no longer needed." Guo Hongbing said.
"Mimeograph or lead seal? Letterpress or offset offset?"
Guo Hongbing looked confused and scratched his head: "Brother Xiaoguang, I don't understand these things. How about I find someone and you can ask him?"
"Okay, you can call me over another day and we'll meet in the courtyard."
Putting the printing press aside in advance, Lin Xiaoguang looked at Lin Xiaoyun: "Sister, Xiao Jun in your class is from Xiaojiacun, right?"
"Yeah, what's wrong?"
Xiaojia Village is just north of the Old Summer Palace, across the Qinghe River, and outside the future Fifth Ring Road.
Nowadays, there are suburbs outside the zoo. The Yuanmingyuan area is even more desolate than the zoo. In addition to universities, there are many rural areas around it, and Xiaojiacun is one of them.
Xiao Jun, a Renmin University student they knew, was one of the dozen people who went to the Beijing Normal University Admissions Office to ask questions.
"It's okay..." Lin Xiaoguang shook his head and chuckled: "Let's talk to him another time."
Just as Lin Xiaoyun was about to speak, he asked again: "Sister, can you tell me about the research?"
When she mentioned this, she immediately put aside what she had just planned to ask and said: "Last year, Team 2 of the Xiao Family Group conducted its year-end income calculation. Each labor force was worth 8 cents per day, and more than half of the farmers had to 'refund'."
Lin Xiaoguang's face turned serious.
Back-paying means that the work points accumulated by the members working 365 days a year are converted into wages. They cannot buy back the basic rations for the whole year, so they have to pay back the money to the production team.
In rural areas, because of farming, there is food to eat all year round, even though it is borrowed from the brigade.
But if it is placed in a factory, the workers have worked hard for a year and the industrial products produced by the factory have not been sold. Even after the wages are calculated, there is no money to be paid, and the figures in the accounts cannot be used to cover the money. Even if the factory issues food stamps , you can’t buy food without money.
It goes without saying that there is no food.
"Team 2 is the brigade's biggest problem. The situation is the worst. There are more than 90 workers in the production team, but there are more than 30 people including the captain, deputy captain, team committee, team leader, deputy team leader, accountant, cashier, record clerk, etc. In addition to the 4 watermen and 9 cattle workers who work in the fields around the clock, there are only about 40 people working in the fields. This is not an ordinary job-skimming." Lin Xiaoyun sighed.
Lin Xiaoguang fell silent.
Lin Xiaoyun continued: "This year, the tuition fee for primary schools is 3 yuan per semester, and for middle schools, it is 6 yuan per semester. In any family, there are two children going to school, which is almost 18 yuan a year. The families in Team 2 cannot afford the money at all. They don’t even let their children go to school.”
"Maybe we can try to develop collective industry." Lin Xiaoguang suddenly said.
There must be a reason why rural production system reform only occurred in Xichuan and Jianghuai and not in other areas, including Beiping.
No matter how courageous Lin Xiaoguang was, he would not dare to find someone to do this at the feet of the emperor.
Therefore, there are only other ways. For example, the collective industry in Huaxi Village has a good opportunity right now. It is the project that he has just started working on recently.
Lin Xiaoyun was a little surprised and shook her head: "Don't you need upfront investment in industry? How can they have money?"
A thoughtful person can always find a way. Just like that person said, money is just like a woman. There will always be crowding. Lin Xiaoguang said lightly: "In the past, agriculture learned from Dazhai, and later industry learned from Huaxi. How did Huaxi Village develop?
Back then, people had money in their hands?"
Huaxi Village has all kinds of problems, and that’s because it has reached a development bottleneck, failed to keep up with the times, and taken the wrong path.
Before the 92 Southern Tour, it was really a role model. After the reform and opening up, the township enterprises learned from Huaxi Village to develop industry. However, the township enterprises later took off the hat of collective enterprises and became private. Private enterprises are not
Will it go bankrupt? There have been many bankruptcies, but the media is all focused on Huaxi Village.
After hearing this, Lin Xiaoyun didn't know what to say.
Lin Xiaoguang didn't say anything more about it. He smiled and said, "Let's go. It's time to get off work. Go back and have an early rest. Let's have hot pot on Sunday."
Lin Xiaoyun felt very heavy and sighed.
On Sunday, Guo Hongbing brought the people over and met at No. 13 Qinlao Hutong.
This man's name is Lu Ziqiang. He is young, only in his early thirties. He is responsible for the logistics of the factory. He has a little power. He knows Guo Hongbing, so it is not difficult to find him.
As soon as they met, Lu Ziqiang said: "The machine is quite new. It has only been a few years since I bought it..."
Lin Xiaoguang had five or six people sitting and listening to him. In fact, it was mainly the three people inside who listened.
He asked Jiang Xuewen to find these three people, two students from the 1977 Peking Printing College, and a worker from the printing office of the Tsinghua school-run factory. They all knew the printing press thoroughly, were very professional, and were not afraid of being fooled.
He stood aside and listened without interrupting. Naturally, these three people asked questions and answered them. It was very difficult for Lu Ziqiang to deal with them.
When he had finished asking questions, Guo Hongbing took him out.
After the others left, Lin Xiaoguang stared at the three of them and asked: "Brothers, do you think it's okay? This is a major event related to "Youth Digest" going nationwide?"
The first two were from the Readers' Association and were considered brothers. The second one was a little more distant and knew about his relationship with "Youth Digest" but didn't take it seriously. No one thought that this was his excuse to engage in printing.
The machine is used for personal work.
Make a sound immediately.
"I think it's OK, but I won't know until I see it in detail."
"It's just a little bit behind. Printing is now popular outside."
"The problem is not big and can be fixed."
Who is the real deal? People can see clearly as soon as they speak.
Lin Xiaoguang smiled: "Okay, that's good. Quanjude will start walking later."
He asked the three of them to drink tea first, then went out and met Lu Ziqiang outside. As soon as they met, the latter asked impatiently: "How is it? Is it okay?"
"It's pretty average. How much does it cost?"
"One thousand?" Lu Ziqiang stretched out a finger. When he was denied, he shouted again: "No, eight hundred?"
"Three hundred, whether you like to sell or not." Guo Hongbing despised this kind of people, who cheated on others and harmed the public and private interests, so he couldn't help but speak.
"Okay, three hundred is three hundred." Lu Ziqiang agreed directly.
This made Guo Hongbing a little depressed. Unexpectedly, when he opened his mouth casually, the grandson actually sold it directly. He looked at Lin Xiaoguang, knowing that he had no decision-making power.
Lin Xiaoguang nodded: "Just three hundred."
"Then you find time to come over." Lu Ziqiang was extremely happy. A guy who had been eating dust in the warehouse for several years had been sold by him for money and earned several months' wages. He had to lament that reform and opening up was a good thing.
"No, you have to pull it over, otherwise we will pull it ourselves for 250."
Lu Ziqiang nodded repeatedly: "Okay, okay, I'll pull you over. Where is this place? You can't get in, right?"
Lin Xiaoguang thought for a while and found a way, then pointed at Guo Hongbing and said: "Bring him to the factory run by Tsinghua University, and he will deal with you."
After finishing the printing press, I will wait until it is repaired, collect everything, buy some paper, and then we can officially start work.
But before that, you have to talk to the person in charge of the school factory.