Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

After unloading the car, Wan Feng settled the fare for Master Wei, and waved Master Wei away. Mobile terminal

As soon as the car disappeared at the entrance of the village, Wan Feng felt his ears fall into the clutches of the devil.

"I was worried about how to digest the rayon at home. You brought it back again, and you brought back two carts. Did you get licked by a donkey this time when you went to Bohai Sea?"

Wan Feng broke out in a cold sweat, his head was not licked by a donkey but it was licked by Jia Chunyan, what did Luan Feng mean by that? Could it be that she knew? Should I confess to her then?

A gust of cold wind blew Wan Feng into a cold war.

My head is sick. Confess to her! She definitely doesn't know, this must be a coincidence, and how can such a thing be said, even her own mother can't tell it, she must bury it in her heart.

Wan Feng patted Luan Feng's hand off: "You know what, now that we've found a new market, we're looking at those artificial cottons. Come here, let me introduce you to my uncle Zhang Guangdong, my master's younger brother."

"Hello, Uncle Zhang!" Luan Feng immediately put away her fierce look just now, and transformed into a lady.

It's just not clear what artificial cotton has to do with this person.

"I asked him to act as an agent for the clothes I brought to Bohai this time. His wife, who is also my aunt, sold the five ski jackets we sent in three hours, and they sold them at a high price."

"Really?" Luan Feng was pleasantly surprised.

The clothes she makes now, besides those custom-made suits, are the most profitable, counting the ski shirts, a pair of trousers earns a few cents, a piece of clothing earns a few cents, and a ski jacket can earn more than three yuan. She still likes making ski jackets very much, and she doesn't spend much on clothes.

"He came to pick up the goods with me this time, but he has to catch the last bus back tomorrow,

So now you go back and arrange a few people to make ski jackets. "

"Okay!" Luan Feng turned around and ran back to the workshop to recruit people to make snow jackets.

The material warehouse is filled to the brim with these artificial cottons, leaving only a passage for people to pass through.

"Zhang Xian, you take those three sewing machines to the finished product warehouse, I'll install them later."

Wan Feng led Zhang Guangdong into the sewing workshop from the material warehouse.

As soon as he entered the sewing room, Zhang Guangdong stuck out his tongue in surprise.

"I didn't expect you to have such a large scale. Your place has become a small garment factory."

"It doesn't work now. The scale is still small. To become a real garment factory, there must be at least a hundred machines. It is still far away."

Zhang Guangdong stuck out his tongue, this guy is not too young and ambitious.

After Wan Feng took Zhang Guangdong around the workshop, he asked Zhang Xian to take him to Zhang Guangpu's house. It is likely that Zhang Guangpu would not go to Qingshan due to the heavy snow today, and he might be at home.

After Zhang Guangdong and Zhang Xian left, Wan Feng went to the finished product warehouse to install sewing machines.

Because the clothes are made and batched away, there is no backlog at all, so this finished product warehouse is now a grocery store, and there are many messy things without a single piece of clothing.

Except Jiang Min was still making suits, Luan Feng called out all the veterans to make ski jackets, and the six apprentices from Waqian and Xiaoshutun were assigned to make trousers.

They are not very good at making clothes, but there is no problem in making trousers.

Zhang Guangdong has to go back tomorrow, and now at home there are only three ski jackets that she made by herself in the afternoon, which is not easy to do at all.

From now until ten o'clock in the evening, she has to rush out at least 20 ski jackets, which means three per person. This task is not too difficult.

The women frantically went to make clothes, and Wan Feng started to install the three sewing machines. When it was dark, the three sewing machines were installed and moved into the sewing room.

Now the sewing room is finally full. Although there is room for more than a dozen sewing machines, Wan Feng thinks it will be the same this year.

Now machines are enough, but people are not enough.

Luan Feng, Jiang Min, Zhu Yan, Jiang Xue, and the original three who joined with the machine, and Li Erman, who came later, are only ten people. It will take a few days for the six girls in Waqian and Xiaoshutun to formally become apprentices. Even Gu Qiaoling only has seventeen people, and there are still five machines idle.

Do these five people also need to row by themselves?

"Your second wife asked you to take the exam tomorrow, don't forget." Luan Feng said solemnly.

The words came out of her mouth full of charm.

"Ah! Exam so soon?"

"Today is January 4th, and there will be another month of New Year's Eve, how soon?"

Fuck, it's already the twelfth lunar month!

When Wan Feng went out, he used Luan Feng's cart to push his three huge satchels to his grandma's house.

He was sweating from the short distance of more than 600 meters, which showed the weight of these three big backpacks.

The previous box could no longer hold his goods.

Before he went to buy goods this time, he had the foresight to ask Wang He to make him a big box, a box made of half-inch wooden planks with eight iron-wrapped corners, and a big brass-colored iron lock on the front. with.

This is no longer useful.

This big box can hold 2,300 electronic watches, and the original small box can only hold more than 3,000. The remaining 500 have to be temporarily stored in grandma's big cabinet.

Those tape recorders and messy things had to be put in the satchel with a small padlock, and he threw the dozens of bare-bottomed pokers into the bottom of the pot and burned them, of course when grandma was not paying attention.

This thing can't be let out, it will cause big trouble.

After dinner, Wan Feng and his uncle came to Liang Wan's house.

Since Jiang Xue went to Luanfeng's house to make clothes again, my uncle also resumed the habit of going to the ditch late to play.

There were quite a few Liang Wan's family members tonight, they were playing poker around the table, a game of rollers that Wan Feng taught them, naturally they won't win money.

Liang Wan, Chen Cang, Zhang Hai, and Wu Cheng were arguing about whether it was you who beat me or me, while Yang Qilang and other young people added steel to the fire, lest the world would not be chaotic.

When Zhu Ping saw the small feet in his eyes, he pulled Wu Chengpa aside: "Give it to me, and whoever you beat with your stinky poker will die of anger."

Wu Cheng quit: "It seems that you have a lot of sweets, why do you always get picked up by people?"

Seeing Wan Feng coming, Zhang Hai threw the poker in his hand to Yang Qilang and pulled Liang Wan off the table.

"You move the table to the top of the kang to play, and we will chat."

The table was moved to the top of the kang, Wan Fengkeng and Zhang Hai were talking nonsense.

"Nephew, all the good land in the team has been allocated, and there are still some thin land in Nanling and Xiling that no one wants to take. What do you think is this?"

"How many can there be?"

"It's probably a few hundred acres. These lands are all in the mountains. In summer, the yield per mu is very low without water conservation and grain harvesting. No one wants it."

Of course, no one wants to take the low-yield land, but it can't be left unused, right?

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