Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

The two young men hurriedly put on the clothes, which were just right.

Jackets are generally relatively roomy, and there were no fat people on the streets in 1981, so there is almost no possibility that they will not be worn out, as long as they are worn, they are almost the same.

"You let your friend see if you are more energetic? If you put on my clothes early, my daughter-in-law will be in the pit, and you still have time to go out to fight. I will give you two yuan cheaper for these two clothes, four yuan and five yuan one piece."

The two young men also felt refreshed, so they also sold these two clothes.

After the last two pieces of clothes were sold, Wan Feng became a loner, and only the hangers for hanging clothes remained on his clothes racks.

He glanced at his classmates and saw that although there were people in front of them, they were not crowded, so he didn't pass, but came to Luan Ying's side.

Luan Ying and Shen Hongjun still had more than a dozen pieces of clothing that had not been sold.

"You're all sold out?" Luan Ying was measuring a girl.

When she went to the market, she not only sold clothes, but also collected some clothes on the spot. These clothes would be prepared at home and brought back to the next market. This was Wan Feng's idea for her.

So far, she has collected no less than a dozen pieces of clothes and pants.

"I only brought 30 pieces of clothing, and if I can't sell them all, I can still have something to eat when I go home."

Luan Ying couldn't help giggling when she thought of her aggressive girl not letting Wan Feng eat.

With Wan Feng joining Luan Ying's family, the clothes were delivered much faster, and there were only two clothes left that hadn't been sold after ten o'clock.

Wan Feng is unnecessary for two pieces of clothing.

The number of people on the couplet side also began to decrease, and Wan Feng began to inspect the achievements of these students.

"Liu Jiang, how many sets did you sell?"

"Nine sets."

This result is already good, but Liu Jiang's expression does not seem to be happy.

"The paralyzed silly pillars sold ten sets, and they sold one more than me." That's why he was unhappy.

Bao Xiong, who was called Silly Zhuzi, smiled triumphantly, and he really smiled like a silly Zhuzi.

Wan Feng came to Xu Bin's stall: "How much did you sell?"

Xu Bin didn't know how many sets he had sold, so he looked back and counted the inventory.

"There are only five sets left, so fifteen sets should be sold."

"It's not sold, is it?"

"I promise not, I will put a set of samples in front of me, and I will copy all the words on the other couplets. I am afraid that my eyes will not be able to see them when there are too many people. If there are couplets, I will show them the words on the small book and sell one." Cross one out, and you see there are five left in my little book."

Human wisdom is really infinite, and they can all come up with tricks that are convenient for themselves.

Wan Feng just casually said that no one would steal anything at the Black Reef Market just after it opened.

Now the bazaar is in its infancy stage, basically there is no stealing in the bazaar, probably around 1990, the bazaar began to appear in the bazaar, the first one appeared was the bazaar of the Great Britain Commune, followed by the Black Lagoon set.

These stealers are not those who pay for the film.

Those who pay are mainly people who sneak around the market, and these people who steal the market are stall owners who specialize in selling things secretly.

They form gangs and act in an organized and planned way, some cover up, some divert, and some even come up to fight when there is a dispute.

From clothing, shoes and hats to fish, turtles, shrimps and crabs, there is nothing they do not steal in the market. At first, they used it for themselves, then began to sell it, and finally formed an industry.

Wan Feng was working in the market at that time, so he knew these things very well.

But now there is no such worry. People before the 1990s were quite simple.

Seeing that it was time for distribution, Wan Feng ordered the stalls to be closed, and then sat on the tractor to count everyone's sales.

All the people handed over the remaining goods and selling money to Wan Feng for registration, and after the registration was completed, Wan Feng would settle the profits for them.

Overall, today's results are good. Among the twenty-eight people, the one who sold the least sold eight sets, and the ones who sold the most were Jiang Jun, Xu Bin, and Tan Chun.

Jiang Jun sold 18 sets, Xu Bin and Tan Chun each sold 16 sets, most of them sold more than 10 sets, only less than 10 people did not sell 10 sets, a total of 300 sets were sold. Multiple sets.

Wan Feng was already very satisfied with such a result in the market in the third year of junior high school, but if it came to the twenty-something of the twelfth lunar month, the number would have to be multiplied several times.

These people made a dime for every set they sold, and Wan Feng put everyone's profit in their hands, with one yuan more, seven or eight, and eight or nine cents less.

"Don't just spend it when you go home. If you can't save money by the Chinese New Year, don't blame others."

For those students who have never sold anything, they are very happy to be able to earn RMB 80 with their own hands today. Their fathers work in the team, let alone earn RMB 80 a day. hair.

That's all for today, now I'm going to plan for tomorrow.

"Tomorrow is the Gushan market. Gushan is not far from our Jiangwei team. I will not drive the tractor tomorrow because the river is not easy to pass. Everyone try to gather at the Wahou team headquarters around 7 o'clock. Let's walk. The Zhou family and Dashutun will go out early in the morning, and we won't have anyone waiting for you until seven o'clock."

After Wan Feng made his statement, he raised his eyes and glanced at Shen Hongjun's stall opposite.

Shen Hongjun also closed the stall and invited Wan Feng to his house for dinner.

His whole car went to Shen Hongjun's house for dinner? joke!

Wan Feng declined Shen Hongjun's invitation to eat at his house, and moved the tractor to pull these people back home.

Back at the border of Jiangwei, drop off the classmates who arrived home along the way, and when we got back to Wahou, only Wahou and Shanhou students were left in the car.

As usual, Wan Feng kept a few people for sorting in the afternoon, and then parked the tractor in front of Luan Feng's house.

Luan Feng ran out of the workshop like a tractor. When she saw Wan Feng coming down with an empty bag, her eyes disappeared from the smile, and she stretched out her hand to wait for the money.

So he got a slap from Wan Feng.

Wan Feng slapped Luan Feng's hand and attached a three-character comment: "No Promise!"

Luan Feng giggled: "I've heated the rice in the pot for you, hurry up and eat."

Wan Feng was also polite, and went into the room to eat.

Luan Feng followed into the room and lifted the lid of the pot to bring out the steaming rice.

Stewed sauerkraut with corn flour pancakes, and some steamed salted fish.

Wan Feng squatted by the pot and picked up a pancake, and unexpectedly found that Luan Feng also picked up the chopsticks.

"You didn't eat either?"

"How will I eat if you don't come back?"

Silly girl, if I come back in the afternoon, you will still be hungry?

The two squatted on the pot to eat like two cats. Luan Feng looked at Wan Feng while eating, and Wan Feng felt as uncomfortable as if he had lice.

"Eat, don't look at me!" A pair of eyes stared at the meal and couldn't swallow it.

"I just see, I see that my man is not breaking the law."

Wan Feng choked in his throat after taking a bite of pancakes, this woman came here to make trouble on purpose.

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