Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

After Teng Fei got out of the car, Jiang Ming couldn't help asking: "I mean old nephew, you just told him his name..."

"Hehe, Uncle Jiang, when you meet people outside, try not to use your real name if you don't tell them. Don't even tell anyone your home address casually. We are not trying to deceive anyone, but just in case."

Although it was a simple era, people should not be too simple.

People eat whole grains, and there are naturally good and bad ones. We don't want to harm others, but we don't want to leave loopholes for bad people to take advantage of.

Wan Feng left a pseudonym for Teng Fei for other purposes, as for whether it can be used, it will be two years later.

Two days later, Wan Feng and Jiang Ming got off at Gaixian Railway Station, and then took a three-hour bus, returning to Hongya at three o'clock in the afternoon.

I didn't stop at Hongya, and took the late return home bus bound for Qingshan Town to Xiaogushan, and then went to Xiao Jun's house to ride a motorcycle.

"Hold the grass! Are you still taking advantage of this thing?" Jiang Ming marveled at Wan Feng's motorcycle.

"A scrapped car, I spent some money to repair it, and you can sit firmly in the car."

Don’t count on riding this thing to cross the river. It’s the flood season, because the water level in the Na River is high, and the three-wheeled motorcycle’s chassis is not high.

Wan Feng rode his motorcycle around the Warriors Commune and walked back to Jiangwei on the mainland.

As soon as he entered Xiaoshutun, Wan Feng felt that the air was extraordinarily fresh, with beautiful mountains and clear waters, and the sun was shining brightly.

Wan Feng went back to his grandma's house by bike first, and gave grandma the letter that his mother had sent to grandma, and then left half of the fungus brought back.

Then came to Luan Feng's house on a motorcycle.

When the motorcycle stopped at the door of Luan Feng's house, the workshop stuck out its dark heads.

"Director, your villain is back!" someone shouted.

Luan Feng, who was accompanying a customer who came to pick up goods in the finished product warehouse, heard that she didn't even care about the customer, and rushed out like a wild horse, flying like a fly to Wan Feng who had just come out of the cab.

"Paralyzed, you want to eat people!"

Wan Feng's back was directly rushed to the cab of the motorcycle by the momentum of the tiger girl, and the motorcycle was almost knocked over.

Jiang Ming also jumped out of the car.

"My partner is a little careless, Uncle Jiang, you are laughing at me."

Luan Feng ruthlessly gave Wan Feng a supercilious look, you're the one who lacks the heart!

"This is my Uncle Jiang, an educated youth from Harbin. When we were in Longjiang, we lived opposite each other. This time, I came to pick up some goods with me."

"Hello, Uncle Jiang, welcome." Luan Feng was influenced by Wan Feng for more than a year, and she was able to say a few words on the scene.

"Old nephew, this is your garment factory."

"It can only be regarded as a relatively large ready-made clothing store, please come in!"

The three of them entered the yard, and they were surprised to find that the women on the window were scribing their faces from top to bottom with their fingers.

This was a shameful gesture, and it was naturally aimed at Luan Feng.

"Put your head back to work!" Luan Feng roared angrily.

Immediately there was no head on the window.

"You accompany Uncle Jiang to see, I still have customers." Luan Feng remembered that some customers were still in the finished product warehouse, so she hurried into the finished product warehouse.

Wan Feng accompanied Jiang Ming into the workshop.

"There are a lot of people. You are still a clothing store. This is a small clothing factory."

"There doesn't seem to be much difference between a small garment factory and a large garment store."

Jiang Ming walked around the workshop and praised: "I never thought you would have such a vision, you were blind from snot when you were young, and your butt was bare..."

"Uncle Jiang, stop, let's not mention the hour, okay?" Wan Feng quickly interrupted Jiang Ming.

There was laughter in the workshop.

"I didn't expect it, it's really a scary boy!"

Jiang Ming sighed and stopped in front of Li Erman's machine for making ski jackets.

"Hey, isn't this for winter? Why are you still making winter padded jackets?"

"This is a ski jacket, which is specially prepared for young people in winter. It will be too late to make it in winter. The young people in Bohai City can recognize this thing.

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"The winter in Bohai is only a few days, and the winter in Habin is only long. There is a big market for this thing in Habin."

Jiang Ming stretched out his hand and pinched it: "Oh, no, it's a bit thin. With the temperature in our Longjiang winter, this thickness is not acceptable."

"At that time, if the market in your place is good, I can thicken it and put a layer of cotton inside. Let's go to the finished product warehouse to have a look."

The customer in the finished product warehouse has already picked out his own clothes and is settling accounts with Luan Feng.

"The total is two hundred and eleven yuan, so you can give two hundred and ten." Luan Feng calculated the account and reported the amount.

The customer does the calculations and pays.

Luan Feng helped him carry out the bag containing the clothes.

There are about 200 to 300 pieces of clothing in the garment warehouse, and the clothes hangers made by themselves with steel wires are hung on the horizontal bars.

"The ex-factory price of these pants is one yuan and seven, and some are two yuan. These clothes are two five yuan, and these clothes are three yuan."

The clothing here has completely overturned the image of clothing that has been formed in Jiang Ming's head for many years, and there is no overlap with the inherent image of clothing in his head.

"I didn't expect that the clothes can still do this! Simply, I don't have to choose, I will put a few pieces of each style and color for me."

Luan Feng, who sent off the client, also returned to the garment warehouse.

"Was that customer just now a newcomer?" Wan Feng did not remember such a person who came to pick up the goods.

"Well, he came for the first time five days ago, and the second time today is Dapuzi. He went to Gushan and Black Reef Markets."

Wan Feng nodded: "Give Uncle Jiang a few pieces of all styles and colors. If there are not enough, notify the workshop to make them immediately. I will accompany Uncle Jiang to look at the shoes."

"You go, just leave it to me here."

"Uncle Jiang, please!"

Wan Feng and Jiang Ming came out of Luan Feng's house and came to the shoe factory.

"This is our team's rubber shoe factory, but I don't think you will be able to hold the shoes this time. Shoes are relatively heavy, and those clothes are enough for you to drink a pot."

"It's okay to take a look if you can't take it. Next time I will come to pick up the shoes."

Wan Feng and Jiang Ming entered the sales department of the shoe factory, where all styles of rubber shoes produced by the shoe factory were displayed.

There is a glass counter in the room, in which there are eleven pairs of rubber shoes of various styles.

"These are the various styles of rubber shoes temporarily produced by the shoe factory. There are six styles for men and five styles for women."

Jiang Ming let out a heavy sigh when he saw the never-before-seen shoes in the shoe factory.

"It's a pity that I can't take back so many things by myself. Next time I bring my brother-in-law, and the two of us can take the same."

Wan Feng shook his head: "Shoes are very heavy. A good guy can probably carry a hundred pairs of shoes back home. That's enough, six to seventy catties."

"One hundred pairs is fine. Don't you earn one yuan and five for the minimum pair? You can also earn one hundred yuan after excluding the expenses of going back and forth."

"In Habin, if you sell it for three yuan, you'll be insane. In a big city like Habin, the price of a pair of pigskin shoes is simple."

Jiang Ming fell into deep thought.

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