Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

Zhang Hai came over when he saw Wan Feng and Xiao Dexiang.

"Old Xiao, you are here!"

Zhang Hai and Xiao Dexiang greeted each other.

"Captain Zhang, I sent another 300 sets of molds today. In addition to the 300 sets last time, I have already delivered 600 sets, and there are 400 sets to be delivered in three days."

"Haha, thank you, Old Xiao. Forget it, we have solved our urgent need. According to the agreement we made in advance, you go to our team accountant to take half of the money first, and I will write you a note."

Zhang Hai took out a pen from his coat pocket and took out a small book, brushed it up, pressed his fingerprints and handed it to Xiao Dexiang.

Xiao Dexiang took the note and waved to Wan Feng to go to the team headquarters to withdraw money.

"I said nephew, even if the shed is built and the tiles that are kept healthy in the house are moved to the shed, there seems to be not enough space in the house. Only 800 sets of molds will be produced, and there are still 400 sets of molds left. I can’t let it go, it was right when I built the house.”

"The wing room of the team headquarters can be poured out for temporary use. There is enough room for 400 sets of molds. The only disadvantage is that the already insufficient manpower is scattered again."

Zhang Hai sighed heavily: "It seems that for the time being, we can only hire people from foreign teams as you said. By the way, don't we have a lot of bastards here? Isn't it enough to take a few houses?"

"That's fine. The house is produced here, and the house is picked up here. As long as the materials are complete, it can be built in a few days."

In an instant, Zhang Hai's decadence was gone, and his whole body was full of vitality again.

Fortunately, there was such a caring person in Wahou who worried about Wan Feng so that he was able to enjoy leisurely. After Xiao Dexiang received the money and followed the carriage delivering the moulds, Wan Feng also left the brick and tile factory and came to Luan Feng's house.

Luan Feng's mother was chopping wild vegetables in the yard to feed the chickens and ducks.

"Auntie! How about feeding the chickens and ducks?"

"Xiao Wan is here."

After saying hello, Wan Feng stepped into Luan Feng's room.

Luan Feng was struggling with a hole in a pair of trousers, which was tightly sewn by the needle and thread on the sewing machine.

"Oh! This patch doesn't look good no matter how you do it, it makes me mad."

Wan Feng scanned the trousers. It was a pair of blue polyester card trousers that were probably in good condition. The hole was just at the front of the thigh. No matter how you sew it, it would not look good.

"Whose pants?"

"Muffin's, this rascal probably went to the woods with someone to watch a movie last night. He scratched his pants and asked me to mend them."

Ma Fen is the third daughter of Lao Ma's family, and she just joined the team this year.

"She only has such a pair of pants that can be handed out. I saw that she was so distressed that she was crying. I wanted to sew her to look better, but it didn't look good no matter how I made it."

"How much does it cost to sew a patch?" Wan Feng asked casually as he took off the satchel on his shoulder and was about to take out the hand-painted drawings of children's clothing inside.

"It depends on the size and whether you use cloth. If you use cloth, it will be more expensive. It depends on the size of the cloth. If you don't use cloth, you can tie it with a needle and thread for five cents."

Wan Feng didn't expect that there was a clear price tag for sewing patches, and he thought it was free of charge.

Although fewer people wore patched clothes in the 1980s than in the 1960s and 1970s, countless people still wore patched clothes.

Wan Feng went to the sewing machine to check the size of the hole.

"Can you embroider?"

Embroidery is not a high-tech thing in the countryside. Rural women can embroider handkerchiefs more or less since they were in their teens.

"I can."

"Find a piece of cloth with the same color as these pants, embroider a flower, it doesn't need to be too big, just about the size of this hole..."

"Then sew to this hole!" Wan Feng immediately thought of the result.

"It's okay, it's not all corn porridge in my head."

"It's cornbread in your head, and I'm very smart.

"

Just doing what she said, Luan Feng immediately got busy like a wasp, and found a pair of embroidery frames from the box.

Looking at the embroidery frame, Luan Feng became worried: "This embroidery frame is so big, how much cloth will be wasted?"

Five minutes ago, I was boasting that I was smart, but five minutes later, my IQ was zero again.

"You won't embroider patterns on the stretched cloth, wouldn't it be a waste?"

"But Muffin's trousers only have one eye?"

Wan Feng picked up the ruler: "Come here, will it sound like a gong if I knock on your head? Is the inside solid and made of iron?"

Luan Feng smiled at Wan Feng.

"Then Ma Fen can use one of these pants, so what if someone like Niu Fen, Pig Fen, Yang Fen asks you to sew holes?"

Luan Feng stuck out her tongue: "Why do I feel stupid when I see your head?"

How could this be blamed on me? Could it be that Lao Tzu is the legendary broom star?

"You're stupid in the first place."

"Don't say I'm stupid, but praise me for being smart."

"Praise you for being smart? The teacher taught us not to tell lies since we were young. Telling lies will bring thunder and bangs."

Luan Feng grinned and went to the cloth pile to find the same color cloth as that pair of pants.

"I think this is why you should embroider more of these patterns when you are free. It doesn't take much time to embroider such patterns. After all, it is small in size. When the big girls and young wives find that patches can also become a kind of beauty, There's going to be a lot of people patching it up, and it could become an industry."

"I can't embroider. If there are too many, how can I have the time to embroider all day long?"

"You can find someone else to embroider. You provide the fabric without needles and threads. You can pay five cents for a pattern like this one inch. This kind of pattern does not require too precise embroidery, as long as you can see the pattern. I think someone will do it. of."

"Ah! Five cents! Then how much will I charge for patching?"

Wan Feng became angry: "Can you be more stupid? Do you know how Zhu Bajie died?"

"How did you die?" Luan Feng asked sadly.

"Stupid!"

"Call me stupid again!" Luan Feng complained in a low voice.

"You can charge more money, including the cost of hiring people to embroider. Isn't the wool coming out of the sheep? If you charge fifteen to two cents, it will come out."

Luan Feng blinked more than ten times in a row: "Did someone spend twenty cents to sew a patch?"

"Hey! Women can do anything for the sake of beauty, you can't be wrong if you listen to me."

"What pattern do you use?"

Wan Feng sighed deeply, and said helplessly: "All kinds of flowers, branches and leaves, chickens, ducks, geese, dogs, houses and mountains, aren't there patterns all over the place? I'll draw you some things you haven't seen before. I am paralyzed and I am about to become a painter. Well, that’s all for the patch, this is what I drew for a child’s clothes, take a look.”

Wan Feng took out the drawings from his satchel and threw them on the kang.

He felt that hundreds of thousands of brain cells had been unjustly killed during this period of time.