Back in the 1980s, hiking in the mountains was also a way of life

After Yang Jinsong and the others left, Wang An and the other two climbed into the driver's seat, and Mu Xue got out of the car and headed home.

Under Wang An's command, Wang Li managed to defeat the young man who practiced Southern Fist, but he was also quite exhausted and hadn't recovered yet.

Inside the car, Mu Xueli could be heard muttering to herself:
"Oh my god, it's all fighting every day, and the worst part is that we don't get any benefits after the fighting. It's all for nothing! Damn it! We'd be happy if they could at least give us back those two guns!"

“Let me tell you, that Eagle brand single-barreled shotgun is still brand new, really new. Gun prices have gone up in the last two years. That gun is worth 350 yuan at the supply and marketing cooperative now.”

At this moment, Mu Xueli's eyes were filled with regret for that single-barreled hunter.

Although a single-barreled shotgun had long been a useless possession for the three of them, a brand-new gun could still attract a man's attention like an 18-year-old girl.

Wang Li hadn't even handled that gun, so he didn't seem to care about it. He sighed and continued:

"Ugh, don't even mention it. Not only did I not get anything, but I also got really exhausted. If it weren't for my fourth brother giving me some advice, I don't know how long I would have been fighting with that idiot. It's really damn bad."

Mu Xueli continued:

"You know what, that kid is actually pretty good at fighting. I didn't even understand his fighting style."

Turning her head, Mu Xueli asked Wang An:

"Brother-in-law, what kind of martial arts does that kid use? Do you know it? I'm starting to think he's pretty fierce."

Wang An said calmly:
"He practices Southern Fist, a martial art from the South. Oh well, all martial arts are the same. As long as you practice them well, you can win. You two should think about what to do with that fertilizer trip in the middle of the night."

"Seven tons, 140 bags. If it were just the three of us loading the truck, I think it would take more than a month. If we load it all at once, by the time we get home and unload it, it will be time for breakfast tomorrow."

While the time wasted was one issue, Wang An felt that carrying bag after bag of fertilizer onto the truck was a genuinely tiring task.

On the one hand, the warehouse was too big, so the distance to carry the fertilizer was too far. On the other hand, the truck bed of the Liberation truck was too high. Every time fertilizer was loaded onto the truck bed, it was done by brute force to lift it up.

It has to be said that the agricultural supply station is really inconsiderate in this respect. They didn't even bother to install a conveyor belt or a movable platform for easy loading.

That's just how things are these days, or more accurately, that's how it is in a seller's market. No matter what the product is, it's take it or leave it, and after you buy it, the buyer has to figure out the shipping issues themselves.

So, as for how to load the fertilizer onto the truck, or even whether it can be loaded at all? Heh, nobody's even looking at you.

Not only will no one pay attention to you, but you'll also have to find a way to get rid of it quickly, otherwise the fertilizer you paid for will end up belonging to whoever it is.

The reason for saying this is that during the nighttime loading process, someone has to guard the truck, because given the nature of the operation during the day, there is a high chance that someone will steal or even rob the fertilizer.

It should be noted that during the daytime, besides Jia Hongyu and his group, there were several other idle people who somehow entered the agricultural supplies compound and were loitering around the trucks carrying fertilizer.

Furthermore, Wang An personally witnessed that some trucks carrying fertilizer were followed as soon as they left the agricultural supplies compound.

It's foreseeable that their truckload of fertilizer is most likely doomed.

In Wang An's previous life, he had heard many stories of fertilizer being stolen, and even cases of people being injured or killed in the process. There was no way around it; in those days, "manure coupons" existed!

In other words, the use of manure as farm fertilizer is regulated!

That's right, it's a dung ticket! It's the same for all kinds of excrement, including human excrement, pig excrement, cow excrement, sheep excrement, etc.

Everyone knows that crops need a lot of chemical fertilizers to produce more grain, but when industry was underdeveloped and industrial fertilizers were in short supply, farmyard manure, or excrement, was the mainstay of farmland!

Therefore, rural cooperatives or production teams would purchase manure from urban sewage stations using manure coupons and money.

Normally, the superiors would issue a fixed number of manure tickets each month. One manure ticket could buy five loads or a cartload of manure that had been fermenting for more than a week. The production team would then transport the manure back and distribute it to the commune members who were farming.

This shows how important fertilizers were to people when even feces were considered a form of hard currency!

Therefore, in this era, it was perfectly normal for people to fight over a pile of cow dung on the street or steal fertilizer in order to increase land productivity.

Therefore, if no one is guarding the car at night, Wang An feels that there is a high chance that someone will steal the fertilizer.

Wang Li and Mu Xueli exchanged a glance upon hearing this, and then Mu Xueli said:
"How about I find a few people in our village? I can just invite them over for a meal. I think they'll be thrilled."

Wang Li also said:
"How about we call our eldest, second, and third brothers? The six of us should be enough."

Wang An thought for a moment, then shook his head and said:

"What's the point of calling them in the middle of the night? Here's what we've got: I've just hired some laborers. Why don't you two each chip in and we can have them help load and unload the truck before midnight?"

Although Wang An's family bought the most fertilizer, accounting for more than half of the total, Wang An provided the truck and paid for the fuel. Therefore, it was perfectly reasonable for Wang Li and Mu Xue to pay some of the loading and unloading fees.

After Wang An finished speaking, Wang Li and Mu Xueli's eyes immediately lit up, and they hurriedly added:

“Brother-in-law, I think it’s a great idea. They came out of their homes to make money, and if there’s money to be made, I think they’ll definitely be happy to do it.”

"Yeah, Fourth Brother, I think so too. Anyway, it's the middle of the night, and no matter who you ask for help, they're probably not very willing. It's good that we don't have to do favors since we're paying for it. It's really good."

Immediately afterwards, Mu Xueli asked:
"Brother-in-law, how much should we each pay? I'll give you the money when we get back."

Wang An thought for a moment, then smacked his lips and said:
“A total of 10 male craftsmen came to our house. They all obviously want to earn this money. I feel that it’s not quite appropriate to invite any of them.”

After a pause, Wang An continued:

“Here’s what we’ll do: you two each pay 5 yuan and call them all. It’ll be cold in the middle of the night, so we’ll bring two trucks. This big Jiefang truck can fit 4 people in the building if we squeeze in, and my GAZ truck can fit 9 people without much trouble.”

Wang Li and Mu Xueli both nodded in agreement, and the matter was settled.

The three chatted as the Liberation Army truck soon arrived at Kaoshantun. (End of Chapter)