Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

"Tomorrow, put on more clothes, cotton-padded clothes, trousers, cotton shoes, gloves and hats, and don’t freeze at that time. I will gather here at 6:50 tomorrow after the Wahou Mountain, and the one in front of the Wa will be in your team. As soon as the team gathers Xu Bin in the brigade yard and the rest of the team gathers together. Okay, let's all go home."

After the classmates left, Wan Feng found a piece of thatch cloth from Luanfeng’s warehouse and some dried straw. Finally, he went to the brick and tile factory and told the old man to boil a pot of water for him tomorrow morning.

After these things are done, he needs to check the clothes Luan Feng will prepare for the fair tomorrow.

Luan Feng led Wan Feng into the finished product warehouse, and finally there was a server installed here.

"This is for you tomorrow morning. Ten pairs of pants, ten men's various jackets, ten women's various clothes, satisfied with my big man?"

Luan Feng asked with a smile.

"It seems a little bit missing!"

"Huh? You are still too young? That's it! Who do you like to go to?" Luan Feng's mouth curled, as if you were unhappy with the posture of being able to help me.

So many clothes are still too few, can he sell them all?

"How many ski shirts were prepared for Zhang Guangdong?"

On the hanger against the wall, there are about thirty or so ski shirts in several colors.

"There are still more than ten pieces in the workshop, which have not been completed yet."

"If Zhang Guangdong delivers fast, he might come tomorrow. This is not enough."

"It won't be so fast, he just left yesterday morning and will be able to come tomorrow? This is impossible!"

"If he went back yesterday, his wife would throw the goods out at once, maybe he would be here today."

"Nonsense! I won't talk nonsense with you, I have to go back to work."

Luan Feng threw a sentence and went back to the workshop, and ran back like a ghost in two minutes.

"Did you have fiery eyes?" Then he bent down and looked left and right on Wan Feng's face, and tried to turn Wan Feng's eyelids with his hands.

Wan Feng raised his hand and knocked off the paw that was making gestures in front of her: "What's wrong with you?"

Luan Feng took Wan Feng into the sewing room and saw Zhang Guangdong.

Wan Feng didn't believe his eyes a little: "Uncle Master! Is this really coming back or didn't you leave?"

"Leave, come back again." Zhang Guangdong's words are like some poems without beginning and end.

When Zhang Guangdong left, he didn't expect that he would be back the next day. Yesterday, he got on the bus at 8 in the morning and arrived at Bohai at 1 in the afternoon and arrived home at 1:30.

When he got home to eat, his wife Xu Yun went out carrying her clothes.

Zhang Guangdong fell asleep when he felt tired after drinking a small drink at home. He slept until 5 o'clock in the afternoon. When he woke up, his wife was cooking dinner, and the bag with the ski shirt was thrown beside him.

"Why is this bag empty? Where's the ski shirt in it?"

"Sold it." Xu Yun said two words.

These two words made Zhang Guangyan stunned for a long time: "You mean they are all sold?"

"Yes, it was sold out after four o'clock."

Zhang Guangdong was dumbfounded: "Are you sure that they are all sold and not stolen?"

Xu Yun turned her head and gave Zhang Guangdong a blank look: "Do you think someone in Sigou would dare to steal things from our house?"

This is true. The Zhang family belongs to an old family in Sigou, and the reputation they have gained over the years is that unless there is no long-eyed snitch, no one really dares to attack their family's idea.

"Xu Yun took a lot of money out of her body and threw it on the kang: "Count, are these all sold this afternoon? "

Zhang Guangdong counted the money and counted out six hundred and thirty yuan.

"That's not right. I brought back 25 pieces of clothes. How could I sell them for six hundred and thirty yuan? Are you selling them more expensively?"

Twenty-five ski shirts should be sold for four hundred and fifty yuan each at eighteen yuan. What happened to the extra one hundred and eighty yuan?

"It was booked by someone, and the money was given in advance."

Is there such a thing?

"Do you know them?"

Xu Yun shook her head: "I don't know them, but they know me."

"Will you remember who and whom?"

Xu Yun became angry and put the meal on the table: "Your wife is an idiot, can't even remember? For dinner, I will go to Hongya again tomorrow!"

Zhang Guangdong was dumbfounded again: "Ah! I have to go there every day? Then I won't have to do anything else in the twelfth lunar month."

"This day you earn a hundred or dozens of dollars. When will you wait without staring your eyes? What else do you want to do? Teaching wrestling? That thing didn't let you get a penny back. This winter you will buy me back and forth. You don't need to do anything."

Therefore, Zhang Guangdong stood in front of Wanfeng now.

Wan Feng laughed, taking the bus back and forth in this winter is not something to enjoy.

Those old-fashioned passenger cars are not much warmer than the outside of the car even if they are connected with heating.

"This is the money for the twenty-five ski shirts." Zhang Guangdong gave out three hundred yuan to Wan Feng. His goods were sold first and paid later.

Wan Feng took it and changed hands and gave it to Luan Feng, who happily carried it into his arms.

Yesterday, one day and today, so far, nine people in the workshop are producing ski shirts. Up to now, more than 50 ski shirts have been produced, but more than ten are still being finalized.

"Fifty pieces is not enough, can I produce some more?" Zhang Guangdong put forward his own conditions. He didn't want to run back and forth every day, he could bring more with one trip.

Luan Feng calculated: "There are six hours from now to ten o'clock in the evening. In addition to eating, there are five hours. Everyone can make two pieces."

Nine people equals 18 pieces, plus one piece made of almost 70 pieces. Zhang Guangyan thinks that this amount is still reasonable.

"Then I will come over with my brother at nine o'clock."

More than seventy ski shirts can't fit in one bag, even two cloth pockets have to be stuffed hard to fit them. These things are enough for Zhang Guangdong to pour into the Bohai Sea.

When Zhang Guangpu came at nine o'clock in the evening, they came with a small cart, and a total of 70 ski shirts were loaded with two bulging cloth pockets and pushed back.

It is about seven miles away from Liutun to the station of the Warrior Commune. On this road, Zhang Guangdong didn't have time to think about how to get these two bags to the station Wanfeng, because today he will take his shrimps, soldiers and crabs to the Black Reef to go to the market.

He still has a pile of goods to be sold.

At 6:30 in the morning, he arrived at the brick and tile factory~www.NovelMTL.com~ the roasting car added water and the tractor moved.

A total of six people from Shanhou and Wahou participated in this New Year's money-making activity. They gathered at Luanfeng’s house early. When Wanfeng drove the tractor over, he tied the tarpaulin that Wanfeng prepared yesterday to the front guardrail of the trailer to keep out the wind. Then spread those straws under the car.

These classmates who followed the market can only sit in the drag bucket.

Facing twenty-eight people 22, the drag bucket seemed a little smaller.

Four people can be squeezed on the wings of the two driving wheels of the cab, and the remaining 24 people can only squeeze and sit in the trailer, which is packed.

Wanfeng drove very slowly along the way, and the car pulled so many people and drove fast.

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