(Additional chapters to thank brother Dapanzha for his 1,000-coin reward.)

There are at least two places in Wahou Team where fish can be raised, and Yawan is one of them.

Yawan is right next to the Inna River, about ten meters away from the river. The terrain is nearly one meter higher than the Inna River. It was originally built as a water well, but was later abandoned for some reasons and became a pond.

Duck Bend is only connected to the Inna River when it floods, and on ordinary days, they don't interfere with each other. But in summer, this place becomes a paradise for children under ten years old and ducks.

It was here that Luan Feng dragged him ashore yesterday.

If Yawan is turned into a fish pond, a two-meter-high earth dam will be built between it and the Inna River, which will be enough to cope with the Inna River's floods that have not occurred in decades.

As long as we calculate the time of releasing the fry, it is very possible to get the fish on the market during the fishing ban period.

Wan Feng memorized this plan in his mind.

Xia Qiulong arrived at around ten o'clock.

"Brother, are you sold out? Your sister-in-law is cooking at home and asked you to come home for lunch."

"There aren't many left, brother. I left a red carp. Take it back and let my sister-in-law stew it."

When Xia Qiulong heard that there was a red carp, his eyes almost popped out of his feet. Without saying a word, he picked up the fish and disappeared.

Half an hour later, all the cantaloupes were sold out.

Wan Feng still gave Liang Wan a dollar for food.

"I have some work to do on the street this afternoon, so I won't be back at noon. After I'm done, I'll take Yang Hong's tractor back. You can go back by yourself. Drink less outside and be careful. If you want to drink, go home."

Wan Feng didn't know whether Liang Wan would listen to him. After watching Liang Wan drive away, Wan Feng bought two bottles of good wine and a bag of candy at a roadside grocery store.

Xia Qiulong rushed over as soon as he came out of the grocery store: "Are you sold out? Your sister-in-law has prepared the meal."

“Just sold out.”

"That's great, let's go eat."

Xia Qiulong's home was not far from the county hospital and the two of them walked there in six or seven minutes.

Xin Li copied a total of six dishes.

Candied potatoes, braised carp, dried tofu, stir-fried beans, stir-fried cauliflower and a cold cucumber salad.

When Wan Feng saw it, he thought to himself, "Oh my god!" This probably ate up a week's worth of food.

"Sister-in-law, why did you prepare so many dishes? It makes me feel so embarrassed. If I knew you were going to prepare so many, I wouldn't have come."

Xin Li glared at him and said, "What? Your elder brother is dead, so you are his real brother. Without you, your elder brother would probably be in a wheelchair now. What's the big deal about eating some food? Come to the table!"

Xia Qiulong's father sat in the main seat and nodded at Wan Feng with a smile.

The seven people of the Xia family, including four adults, two children and Wan Feng, gathered around the table and feasted.

Xia Qiulong had met his mother and wife Wan Feng, and the only ones he hadn't met were Old Man Xia and his two children under ten years old.

Wan Feng's two bottles of good wine touched Old Man Xia's heart, and a bag of candy touched the hearts of the two children, so before they had eaten a few bites of the meal, Wan Feng had become a member of the Xia family.

Because Xia Qiulong already knew that Wan Feng was his biological brother, Wan Feng now called Xia Qiulong's parents Dad and Mom.

"Dad Xia! I'd like to buy some fabrics from your factory in a few days. Do you sell them wholesale?"

Old Man Xia shook his head: "Our factory's products are all within the planned procurement plan, and we don't sell them retail at all."

Wan Feng was a little disappointed that he was running such a large textile printing and dyeing factory but couldn't get any benefit from it.

But Old Man Xia's next words ignited the light of hope in Wan Feng's heart: "But our factory has some defective products that we can process. If you want them, they are very cheap."

Hey! That's what happened!

Every factory has a certain amount of defective products, and textile printing and dyeing factories are no exception.

"What kind of defective products are there?" Wan Feng immediately became interested. Defective products are also fabrics. People in the 1980s were not so particular about clothes, so defective products could still be made into clothes.

"Most of these defective products are from the printing and dyeing industry, such as incorrect color matching or poorly printed and dyed products. There are also cases of fabrics with holes or discontinued pieces, but these are rare. The patterns and colors vary, from solid colors to florals. The fabrics are primarily plain and twill cotton, with some Dacron and seersucker. Minor defects might still be worth re-dyeing, but the more serious ones are piled up in warehouses. Some of these fabrics have been there for who knows how many years. After all, they're public property, so no one cares."

Wan Feng's eyes shone with dazzling light. This was definitely a huge business opportunity.

In 1980, the country had not yet solved the problem of food and clothing, and there was no shortage of markets for any kind of fabric. It was unexpected that there was such a paradise in the textile printing and dyeing factory.

These defective products were not reused but became dust in the warehouse.

What a waste!

Niu Qun has a good crosstalk: Bureaucracy is killing people!

"Can you buy it?"

"I've discussed this with the factory leaders. I think it's worth selling. Otherwise, it will slowly rot. Selling it is the best option."

The most annoying thing about public affairs is these messy systems. Things that can be solved with just one sentence often cannot be solved even after consulting many departments.

"If you can sell it, how much would it cost per piece or foot?"

"The money certainly isn't too much. It's only about eight cents per foot, but the cloth coupons won't be less than a foot."

Wan Feng nodded. "Dad Xia! Talk to the factory leaders this afternoon and find a chance to invite them out for dinner or something."

At that time, having a meal while doing business was considered quite corrupt.

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