Seeing these, Luan Feng's eyes couldn't move and she couldn't speak.

"Where did you get so much cloth?" he asked after the loader who helped Wan Feng unload the cloth left.

"I bought some defective products from the county textile printing and dyeing factory."

"Why did you buy so much?"

Wan Feng rolled his eyes at Luan Feng. "What are you doing? What are you doing? If I were hungry, I wouldn't buy it and buy rice instead. I'd make clothes. You have to take good care of the cloth and make sure the rats don't eat it."

Wan Feng took out a notebook and began to calculate the cost. According to the invoices issued by the textile printing and dyeing factory, the amount was 597 feet, but the actual number was 615 feet, 18 feet more.

The price of these eighteen feet of cloth paid off the money spent on the two boxes of Qianmen cigarettes.

The cloth cost a total of fifty yuan and one mao plus three hundred feet of cloth coupons. In terms of money alone, it was a little over eight cents per foot, and with the money from the cloth coupons, it came to about one mao and four cents per foot.

The price of cloth coupons was calculated by Wan Feng based on the market price of 1.2 cents.

After completing the calculations, Wan Feng handed the details to Luan Feng.

"These cloths are defective products. Most of them are products that came off the plate during printing and dyeing, and some are damaged. Their biggest advantage is that they are cheap. If we process them into clothes and sell them at the market, we will definitely make a lot of money. This is a very large market."

"But what should we do?" Luan Feng frowned.

"Clothes and pants are both fine. If you can't make them yourself, you can ask your craftsman to help you make them. We'll need to think about the style."

Wan Feng has a lot of clothing styles in his mind, and he can remember many styles over the years even without intending to.

Wan Feng had bought a lot of white paper for Luan Feng to get familiar with measuring the size and cutting the clothes, and there was still a stack left.

"I'll take these papers back and draw patterns. I'm going to Gushan Market tomorrow morning. I'll give you the patterns in the afternoon, and then you can choose the patterns to make the clothes."

Luan Feng then remembered something and hurried to the inner room and brought out a plate with four or five cornmeal vegetable dumplings on it.

"I saved some for you and planned to bring it to you tonight. Eat it quickly while my mom is not home."

Wan Feng had fish and meat at noon but didn't feel hungry at all and couldn't eat at all.

"I'm not hungry either."

"Even if you're not hungry, you have to eat. Eating will help you grow taller."

This idea is not entirely correct. Will you grow taller if you eat a few vegetable dumplings?

"Grow taller? I'm not at the stage to grow taller yet. I won't grow taller until three or four years later. Why should I grow so tall now? It will waste fabric for clothes."

"Hu, taller men look better. You are much taller now than when you first came here. I remember you were this tall when I first saw you during the Chinese New Year." Luan Feng's hand gestured above Wan Feng's head and then flew down three thousand feet, landing directly under her armpit.

Don't be so mean! Even if it was shorter then, it wouldn't have reached your armpits!

However, the position where Luan Feng's hand stayed was quite high.

"Hey! What's with that big bump here? Look how flat my chest is, and there's another one here! Two big bumps! This must be an illness, I know! When I was in Longjiang, I learned massage from a Chinese medicine practitioner from my neighbor. No matter what the bump is, it will go away with just a press. Come, let me treat you."

Then he stretched out his two green mountain claws as if to grab.

If you want to slander me, you must be prepared to be punished. No matter who it is, I will definitely slander you back.

Luan Feng's face flushed red: "You rascal, you scoundrel! You can say such things with such confidence, do you still have any shame?"

"How am I shameless? Isn't mine the truth? You do have two big lumps there, but I don't have any. If I don't get treatment, they might get bigger, and that would be terrible."

"Of course I have it since I'm a girl, and of course you don't have it since you're a boy."

"You lied to me, I want to see why you girls have Sakura but we boys don't."

This person is so shameless!

Luan Feng took out a stick and tried to drive Wan Feng out of the house: "Get out of here quickly. The farther the better."

"Okay, this is yours, I'm leaving now, but I have something else to do, so I'll leave later."

Wan Feng took out a pair of pants and two sweaters from his backpack: "Tie two red stripes on both sides of these pants, and tie white stripes on these two sweaters."

Luan Feng was puzzled: "Can pants be tucked in?"

"When will your brain finally come to its senses? You can tuck your clothes into your pants, but not your pants?"

Luan Feng thought about it and realized, if clothes can be used, why not pants?

After more than ten minutes, a pair of pants with two red stripes was successfully made.

"Whose two clothes are these?"

"It's a job for me. Someone else wrote my summer homework for me. This is my reward."

"It must be those two foxes..." This time Luan Feng's brain reacted very quickly and he immediately connected it to Xu Ying and Chen Wenxin.

"Why are you here again? If you can help me with my summer homework, I'll give you these two clothes and five dollars. How about that?"

Luan Feng rolled her eyes. When she was in school, she didn't even know who wrote her summer homework. Although the conditions offered by Wan Feng were very tempting, she didn't dare to accept it because the money was not easy to earn.

"Then who are these child's pants for? Your grandma doesn't have any children?"

"It's for my sister, Xu Bin's sister. Okay, I'm leaving now."

Wan Feng retreated quickly. He was very worried that Luan Feng would shift his attention to Xu Meilin. If this girl got jealous, she wouldn't care how old her opponent was.

Wan Feng rolled back to his grandma's house with the bag on his back and the stack of white papers between his legs.

When I returned to my grandma's house, I lay on the kang and drew the clothing style stroke by stroke according to my memory.

Taking into account the social environment at the time, Wan Feng drew some relatively conservative styles, including hunting suits, jackets and sportswear, for both men and women. Styles that exposed arms, legs and even waists were automatically eliminated.

When Zhu Yan came back, she was shocked to see a kang full of clothes of styles she had never seen before.

"This one is beautiful, this one is beautiful too, this one is even more beautiful, everything is beautiful. Nephew, what's in your head? Can you tell me where you got it from?"

Although Wan Feng's painting was not very standard, Zhu Yan still saw the extraordinary features of these clothing styles.

"I'm just telling you that your blockhead can't fit in." Wan Feng's words made Zhu Yan lose her temper.

Wan Feng drew twenty or thirty styles in one breath. When he looked up, he found that it was getting dark outside, so he quickly put away the drawing paper.

After dinner, Wan Feng went out with a big backpack and followed the crowd to Shutun.

The team headquarters of Shutun is in the middle of the village, right next to the village road, with a hardened yard in front of four earthen houses.

The movie was shown in this theater.

After Wan Feng arrived in Shutun, he did not go to the theater first. It was still early and the movie would not be shown for a while, so he went to Xu Bin's house first.

Ming wanted to exchange the books from Xu Bin's family with Xiao Jun's books, and the bag he was carrying was for the books.