Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

The agent in the Heihe market.

"Li Xiang! I saw you as soon as I was about to go out. I said why there are magpies crying all the time today. I dare say that you are a distinguished guest."

Customers are naturally distinguished customers, what Wan Feng said is correct.

"Oh, it's a pity that you came too late, so you can only follow me to the cafeteria to drink rice porridge and eat steamed buns."

"Just find you. No one here knows you are a garment factory. I thought I ran into a liar! I don't have a problem with what to eat. Is there any stock?"

"Yes! How much do you want to take?"

Li Xiang was holding a rolled bag in his hand, and lifted it up.

Wan Feng curled his lips: "How much can this hold? Ten sets and eight sets, don't you take a bus? How about I pack fifty sets for you and send it back by car."

"It's not that much."

"You can't have fifty sets? If it's your wife, maybe you can ask for a hundred sets."

Wan Feng made a random nonsense and it only hurt Li Xiang's heart. The five sets of samples Wan Feng took last time were sold by his wife for 18 yuan a set. His wife told him that if he had the goods, he could take as much as he wanted. Cautiously, he only planned to take twenty sets.

At the cafeteria, Wan Feng bought six steamed buns and two lunch boxes of vegetable soup, one lunch box for each person.

"We'll just eat this at night. Let's make do with it. Xiao Wu's family doesn't have a restaurant or a hotel. There's at least a dormitory for accommodation. There's nothing we can do. The supply and marketing cooperatives are closed."

Li Xiang really didn't pay much attention to what he ate, and the steamed buns and vegetable soup were delicious.

After dinner, Wan Feng returned to the garment factory and took Li Xiang to visit Wan Feng's slightly crowded workshop.

After returning from the new sewing machine, Wan Feng hired those girls who were interns in the evening. Anyway, they are idle at night, so they might as well do some work to make money.

But at this time, those girls were eating in the dormitory, and the place was empty.

"Your scale is not small." Li Xiang praised.

"At the beginning, the scale is just that. Next year, the scale will be even bigger. Li Xiang, how much do you want to get this time?"

"Twenty sets.

"

"Your guts are not suitable for business, really! The vendors in our Wuxian market now take fifty sets each time they come, and you take twenty sets when you come from Heihe. You can't make money at all from this business. .”

Li Xiang's idea is very positive, no matter what you say, I won't take more than one set.

Wan Feng Yaoyao secretly picked up twenty sets of neatly folded clothes, helped Li Xiang pack them into the bag he brought, and then arranged a place for him in his own dormitory, and sent him off early the next morning. On the bus.

Wan Feng was very disappointed by Li Xiang's purchase of this product. Did he want to go to Heihe to find another agent? With this product, he could get 20 sets at a time, which was not as good as those in Wu County.

Heihe's market is larger than that of Wu County.

Wan Feng sighed and walked to school with his schoolbag on his back.

Although he has started another small business now, he still does not miss the class. Unless he has something to go out, he is in the classroom almost every day.

Earning money and going to school are the same. The production tasks during the day mainly depend on those high school seniors who are doing internships. Zhang Xuan and the others still have to attend classes at school.

They only work at night.

This class was a Chinese class, and Qu Yang entered the classroom in high spirits without touching his feet.

Since he published his debut novel on the Yina River and listened to Wan Feng's advice carefully, Qu Yang seemed to have opened up the two veins of Ren and Du, and opened his seven orifices to the eighth. Literary, Beidahuang Literature and Art, and Fiction Lin have published a number of works and reportages in succession. Although some of them have not yet been published, they have received notices of adoption.

Therefore, Quyang is proud of himself now.

The first manuscript payment has already been received, a total of forty-five yuan, which is almost equivalent to his monthly salary.

At this rate, it is estimated that tomorrow summer he will leave school and be transferred to the Heihe Propaganda Department.

Qu Yang didn't know people because he was so good now, he would often discuss literature with Wan Feng in his free time.

Wan Feng will also give him some advice.

Qu Yang will be useful in the future.

…

Time flies, a month has passed in a blink of an eye, the end of November has arrived, and it is time for the end-of-month holiday.

Tonight is the day Wan Feng pays these employees.

Wan Feng first went to the dormitory of the four teachers to pay their salaries. Each of them was paid around 40 yuan this month.

After opening to the teacher, it's time to come to the intern students.

Even though the rooms Wan Feng rented were relatively large, nearly sixty people still occupied the rooms to the brim.

The amount of work they complete every day is counted by Zhang Xuan, so Wan Feng only needs to hand out the money according to the book that Zhang Xuan has organized and read their names.

Wan Feng sat cross-legged on the kang, with stacks of coins of varying denominations in front of him.

"Zhang Yu!"

Following Wan Feng's shout, a round-faced girl came in with a smile.

"Your salary this month is twenty-nine and thirty-five cents. If the result is correct, I will pay you."

"No mistakes."

Wan Feng picked up two ten-yuan, one five-yuan, two two-yuan and thirty-five-cent bills from the pile of money in front of him and handed them to Zhang Yu.

Zhang Yu smiled and counted the money.

"Are you interested in working in my factory after graduation?"

"Come whenever you want me."

"Liu Xiuyuan!" Wan Feng called again.

The wages of these students are all about the same this month, the most are around 30, and the few are 26 or 7, with a difference of three or four yuan.

After the interns finish their lectures, it will be Wan Feng's classmates.

Jichun, Wang Wenmin, Li Qiuli and Mi Yang are relatively few. After all, they worked half a month later than others, but they also paid fourteen to five yuan in wages.

He Yanfei has more, her salary is about the same as those teachers, as for Zhang Xuan...

"We've earned a total of 1,750 yuan this month, excluding all expenses. I'll give you an extra five yuan. This is your 880 yuan."

Wan Feng handed a wad of money to Zhang Xuan, of course when no one else was present.

Zhang Xuan stared blankly at the money Wan Feng handed over.

In total, she earned more than 800 a month!

"So much money!"

Wan Feng curled his lips: "This is only a few dollars! There will be more and more money in the future, so you just work hard and be done."

"Wan Feng, I don't want to go home during the holidays. I want to work here."

"I have no problem if you want to do it, but you have to be accompanied by someone. You can't be here by yourself."

"Would you stay here with me?"

"Fucking shit again!"

Since these women don't go home to work here for money, Wan Feng really has no objection,

But these girls are working here and he is really here with them.

After learning that Wan Fengfeng was staying here, Zhang Xuan's smile became even brighter.