Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

But these industries are not the projects that Wan Feng wants to work on, but what he wants to do now is a little vague. He still doesn't know whether this world is completely developing according to the same routine as the previous life.

If it's exactly the same as before, it's okay to say, everything just needs to be laid out step by step in advance.

But if the development is not in accordance with the original routine, it will be impossible to predict.

Now we can only take one step at a time.

But he doesn't have to worry about these small transactions, even if they don't develop according to the original routine, these things will inevitably appear.

"Since you are optimistic, brother, I will start activities in the afternoon. If you can get the price you said, I will buy it back and find a place to store it in the textile printing and dyeing factory first."

"Let my father send someone to take good care of it when it is stored." Isn't old man Zhou doing maintenance in a textile factory? He should be familiar with the maintenance of a machine.

This matter is over.

"Tomorrow I have something to do and I shouldn't be able to come to the street. If sister-in-law's clothes are sold out, you can send someone to Wahou to pick them up. Anyway, it is convenient for us to have a tractor to deliver goods back and forth."

"Okay, if your sister-in-law is sold out, I will send someone to pick it up. Aren't you going to the construction site now?"

"Going to the construction site? No, I'm afraid that old man will drag me around again."

"Hahaha, how many people in Yijian can't get along with Zhou Bingdela, why are you still hiding, what a monster."

"That's because he deliberately put on an old face all day, and others dare not approach him. I don't like to see his face."

As soon as Wan Feng finished speaking, he heard a creak, and a liberation car stopped behind him, and then a sound exploded in his ears.

"Boy, get in the car!"

Wan Feng knew who it was without looking back.

He secretly groaned in his heart, isn't this a sign of bad luck? It's a retribution for the world, and he can't even hide, so why are he still chasing after him?

"Mr. Zhou, I still have something to do. If I really have something to do, I won't run around with you today."

"Bastard, your godmother told you to go home and said that she wanted to find you, not me."

Hearing that it was his godmother looking for him, Wan Feng heaved a sigh of relief, luckily he wasn't running around with him.

Ever since he went to Yangfang with Zhou Bingde, he had a premonition that running with Zhou Bingde would never be a happy thing.

Wan Feng said goodbye to Xia Qiulong and got into the car.

"Mr. Zhou, you use the official car to give someone away. Is this counting as selfishness? We should keep in mind the chairman's quotations, and we must fight against private interests and criticize repairs."

Zhou Bingde stared: "Where did you come up with such nonsense?"

Wan Feng thought of Zhou Bingde's helplessness and helplessness when he met Zhou Bingde at the gate of the hospital for the first time, which was in stark contrast to his current strength.

People can't make him go his way, and when he goes his way, he will be embarrassed.

Soon the car arrived at the residential area where Zhou Bingde lived. The car stopped on the side of the road, and Wan Feng was kicked out of the car.

"Aren't you going home?"

"I still have something to do. I won't be back at noon."

This old thief must have gone corrupt somewhere.

Wan Feng watched the car go away, turned and walked into Zhou Bingde's house.

Fortunately, I didn't see any flowers, so I guess I went to work, which is a good sign.

"Son, you are here, I am looking forward to your coming, come quickly!"

The godmother's cry of surprise came from the room, and then she rushed out like a whirlwind.

You can't be so happy to see you today just yesterday, right?

"You sit in the room first and I'll come." After finishing speaking, she didn't care about Wan Feng and went out without telling Wan Feng where she was going.

Wan Feng didn't enter the house, so what's the matter if he went in without anyone in the house?

There was a small bench in the yard, and he sat on one and watched the ants crawling around under his feet.

About ten minutes later, a group of middle-aged and elderly women poured into the courtyard of Zhou's house. There were more than ten of them, and Wan Feng was taken aback.

The clothes of these women were different from most of the women Wan Feng saw on the street, and they seemed to be from better-off families.

These days, people from better-off families don’t have to guess that they are officials.

It's not that they are corrupt now, but that cadres are the group with the highest salary at that time.

This is above board, nothing to hide.

The salary standard for national cadres is 150 yuan for county-level cadres, and 110 to 130 yuan for deputy county-level officials.

The department level is 90 to 100 yuan, and the sub-subject level is 70 to 80 yuan.

Even the section staff had a salary of 60 yuan, and the salary of the lowest-paid clerk at that time was more than 10 yuan higher than that of ordinary workers.

This salary standard was formulated by the state in 1956 and has been used until around 1985.

Wan Feng judged that this group of women who were supposed to go to the square dance belonged to this group.

"This is my godson, Xiaowan. Come on, son, let me introduce you. These are the old sisters of my godmother."

"Hello, aunts!" Wan Feng obediently lowered the other party's age to the level of his godmother, even though some of them were old enough to be called grandma.

"The old shameless sisters of the godmother are jealous when they see the suit you made for the godmother. They clamor to make a suit, and they say that they can form a uniform team to perform Yangko."

It turned out to be the case.

Wan Feng immediately guessed that the godmother must have gone out in new clothes to show off, and it might have been yesterday afternoon. Otherwise, why did such a middle-aged and elderly woman's heart be aroused in just one day?

"Bah! It's not that you made a new dress that is stinky, and you ran to us to show off on purpose, as if we couldn't afford it, come to Xiaowan, the aunt has measured the size, how much is it? Just like your godmother If you want to make a style that is exactly the same color as hers, I'm mad at her!"

A woman in her fifties was the first to ask.

The godmother choked back without any ambiguity: "I'm not angry, anyway, no matter what you wear, I will be the first to wear it, the first! It's useless to be angry."

The woman was right when she thought about it, and she rolled her eyes: "Then I want another color, it's not the same as you."

"Yes, I want other colors too."

"I want the same color as Sister Bai."

Messy voices rang out around Wan Feng.

It's time for Wan Feng to express his opinion.

"Aunts, are you sure you want to do it? This set of clothes is very expensive to make, so you should think about it."

Wan Feng was just pretending to be confused, how could he fail to see that these people are rich masters, and he would be a fool if he didn't sharpen his sword against them.

To make money, you have to make money from them. When he designed this suit for his godmother, he had such an idea in his mind, but he didn't expect it to come so soon.

He thought it would take at least a week for fermentation, but he didn't expect that the godmother was a person who couldn't wait for the beans to rot, so she put out the advertisement in one day and attracted a large number of customers.

This small fortune is guaranteed.