Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

Since Luan Feng won't allow him to do unscrupulous things, he can only talk about serious things.

"Okay, let's not talk about your illness, let's talk about the clothes. I have drawn the clothes, and I have drawn about a dozen styles of pants."

"So fast!" Luan Feng exclaimed.

In the afternoon, it took only over an hour for Wan Feng to leave her house until it got dark, and this guy actually drew more than a dozen styles.

"You won't draw your nose and mouth crooked, will you?"

"Almost, I'm not a professional painter. I just draw the general meaning and you can understand it. As for the specific decomposition and cutting, it's up to you. When I go to Gushan tomorrow morning, I will send it to your home. You can choose some to paint. For processing, you selectively use those cloth, it is best not to waste an inch, one is hard to come by and the other is to reduce the cost, the lower the cost, the greater the profit can be created.”

"I checked all those cloths. Except for the bad color, they are all good cloths. I guarantee that every piece will be used and will not be wasted."

"In a few days, it will be the beginning of autumn. Don't make summer clothes. Make autumn and winter clothes. If you can't sell them now, you can store them. There will be a market in winter. It's a pity that you can't get artificial cotton. If you can get artificial cotton, you can." Process some two-cotton cotton padded jackets, and sell them to people in the city to make a lot of money."

"Your brain is really different from others. Why do you have so many ideas and still realize them? You really might be transformed from a monster."

"Monsters can eat people, so are you afraid?"

Luan Feng leaned her head on Wan Feng's shoulder: "I'm not afraid."

Wan Feng squeezed Luan Feng's waist with his arms.

"Actually, I'm the same as everyone else, except that when others are beating and chatting or drinking and gambling, I'm thinking about how to make money, that's how it is."

"But why can't I think of it?"

"That's because your head is full of goo."

"Nonsense!"

Before they knew it, the two had reached the door of Luan Feng's house.

"Okay, we have work tomorrow, let's go home and sleep."

Luan Feng leaned on Wan Feng's body for a while and didn't intend to go home. This was completely a manifestation of adulterous passion.

Wan Feng patted Luan Feng's butt: "Let's go, are you going to stand here until tomorrow?"

"Kiss me." Luan Feng's voice was very low.

"Didn't you kiss me just now?" Wan Feng deliberately teased her.

"That doesn't count, no kiss."

Wan Feng hugged Luan Feng to his chest, and lightly touched Luan Feng's lips.

"You are perfunctory, no, kiss again." After speaking, Luan Feng's two arms wrapped around his neck like snakes, Wan Feng wanted to be perfunctory, but Luan Feng didn't think so.

Luan Feng's kiss was very jerky and domineering, it was more accurate to say it was a kiss than a bite.

"Why do you want to kiss, you are here to take revenge! You gnaw on a pig's trotter!" Wan Feng threw Luan Feng away, his mouth was bitten open.

Luan Feng giggled: "I told you to bully me again, let's see if you still dare, I'm leaving."

Turn around and disappear gracefully into the night.

…

Today is the 29th of July, the 18th day of the lunar calendar, and at the same time today is the Gushan Market, Wan Feng is going to Gushan to exchange the comic books for Xiao Jun.

Although Wan Feng no longer looked down on the 80 cents a day's income in Xiaorenshu, it was still very attractive to Xiao Jun.

In the morning, Wan Feng delivered the bundle of white paper with clothes drawn on it to Luan Feng's house.

Luan Feng got up early, she was in a very good state of mind, her face was rosy and her brows were affectionate, it was obvious that this was a good dream last night.

But when he saw Wan Feng's face, he exclaimed: "Why are your face and your eyes blue?"

After speaking, he pulled Wan Feng to the front of the mirror.

The left eye of someone in the mirror has turned into a panda,

There is still a piece of green on the right corner of the mouth.

No wonder Zhu Ping looked at him this morning with a suppressed smile.

"It must have been bitten by you last night." Wan Feng said, pointing to the corner of his mouth.

While laughing, Luan Feng raised her fist and slapped Wan Feng twice: "I told you not to let me go up. If I rushed up last night, maybe you wouldn't have been beaten."

"Fart! Maybe if you charge up, I will be beaten even worse! Forget it, isn't it just ugly if you don't care about it, it doesn't look good anyway."

"Who said that, in my eyes, you are the prettiest."

"Don't be shy, I brought the drawing of the clothes."

Luan Feng eagerly opened the drawing paper Wan Feng sent.

"Wow! Wow! Wow!" As soon as the drawing paper was unfolded, Luan Feng exclaimed three times in succession.

What's wrong with this!

"It turns out that there are so many styles of clothes, and you can still do this. Mom, have you seen such clothes?"

Luan Feng called her mother in to see Wan Feng's sketches of clothes.

Luan Feng's face was extremely rosy due to excitement, like a ripe apple, if her mother was not there, Wan Feng would like to take a bite.

Luan Feng's mother also expressed amazement at these strange clothes, she had never seen such clothes.

"Hey! Isn't this waist-tight dress a little too thin? If this woman wears it, will others point her to her spine?" Luan Feng said, pointing to a dress with a thin waist.

"It's for summer. This year it's just for reference and you're not allowed to make it. You can just look at these clothes for summer. Maybe they won't enter the market until next summer."

"What's this style of clothing called?" Luan Feng asked, pointing to a piece of clothing with several pockets hanging on the outside.

"Jackets, cloth jackets."

"This will look good on you, wait until I make one for you."

"I can dress myself up, but not now, don't worry about me for the time being, I don't want to accompany you to think about things."

He is still a little kid now, no matter how good-looking he is, he is still a little kid, useless.

Check the time, Wan Feng said hello to Luan Feng's mother and daughter, walked out of Luan Feng's house and drove to Gushan.

As the only farmer's market within a radius of 50 miles, every market in Gushan is crowded with people.

Xiao Jun already had a fixed location in the market, and Wan Feng went directly to the place where Xiao Jun rented books in the usual market.

But to Wan Feng's surprise, Xiao Jun was not here. His place was occupied by a fruit seller.

Is this guy sick?

Apart from being ill, Wan Feng couldn't think of a reason why Xiao Jun didn't stay at the stall during the market days.

Wan Feng came to Xiao Jun's house, and unexpectedly saw Xiao Jun sitting on the sand pile at the door, surrounded by six or seven children, all of whom looked murderous.

Does this look a little sick?

Seeing Wan Feng approaching, those children stood up respectfully.

"Xiao Jun, what's going on?"

Xiao Jun saw Wan Feng froze for a moment and then told a story like this.