He had finished his thoughts and there was no point in staying at the table to watch Zhang Hai and Grandpa drink. Watching others drinking and bragging was the most boring thing, so he stood up and left the room and went to the street.

It was dark, the waning moon was like a hook, and except for the occasional barking of a dog, everything was silent.

Wan Feng was just thinking of going to the river to exercise when his aunt came out hurriedly from behind.

"Will you accompany me to find Manager Jiang? Tell him if there's anything you want him to do. I'm afraid I can't explain it clearly."

Wan Feng thought about it and agreed.

The two came to Xigouli and found Jiang Li playing hard on the court wearing a vest.

After watching for a minute, Wan Feng sighed and said that his future uncle must have been born in the wrong place. If he was born in the United States, he would definitely be a football star now.

This guy is running around the court with the ball, like a bulldozer.

Zhang Xian was knocked all over the place by him. If he was hit by him with his current physique, he would probably be paralyzed on one side.

In order to allow others to continue living, Zhu Yan called Jiang Li out.

Jiang Li came in full of enthusiasm.

"Have you seen Liang's life?" Wan Feng went straight to the point.

"I saw it, and it turned out to be the sixteenth day of the eighth month."

All the days mentioned here are according to the lunar calendar.

"So what's the amount today?"

"Today is the 21st and the 13th."

So there are still three days left, which is enough.

"Have you prepared all the copper coins, red cloth, sorghum, steamed buns, and so on?"

"These are all ready."

"What kind of copper coins are they? Shunzhi and Taiping Tongbao are the best."

Jiang Li recalled: "It seems to be Shunzhi Tongbao, which was left by my mother."

In fact, this is just a lucky name and may not have any practical effect.

"Where will the chef and dishes be for the banquet?"

"The chef has been found, and he will be in charge of the dishes when the time comes."

There were not many places to buy vegetables during this period, so I guess the chef had some tricks.

Chickens don’t “pee” or “pee”, everyone has their own way.

Wan Feng thought about it and seemed to have nothing else to say, so he said, "Wait until the house is cleaned up and you can move in there by yourself," and wanted to leave.

Just as he was about to leave, Yang Qilang grabbed him and said, "Come over and fight."

"Who are you playing against? You? Can you run a three-step basketball?"

In order to prove that he could do a three-step shot, Yang Qilang took the basketball and rushed to the basket. When he was almost in the three-second zone, he started the three-step shot while shouting slogans.

"one two three."

Wan Feng's stomach was churning at the sight. How could someone count the number of steps before running a three-step shot?

"Come on, let's split up and play a game. Zhang Hai said you're a great player, let's see it for ourselves."

Wan Feng shook his head like a Parkinson's patient. "Do you know why I insisted on waiting until you guys could master the three-step basketball before I played with you?"

Yang Qilang shook his head: "Why?"

"I'm afraid I'll be knocked around by you idiots and become unable to take care of myself. You're not playing basketball, you're playing football. For me to live a healthy life and become a pillar of the country, I won't play with you until you've mastered the three-step shot. Bye!"

After saying that, Wan Feng turned around and ran, like a galloping rabbit, crossing the stream in one breath and entering the West Ditch.

When passing by a house, a strange mechanical sound came from the yard. Wan Feng backed up and looked inside through the open gate. He saw his future brother-in-law busying himself with something in the open space in front of the house.

More than half of the team is on the court, what is he doing at home?

Wan Feng walked into the yard, and when he got closer he found that Luan Jianshe was using a small machine to bend some small cylinders as thick as teacups.

Isn’t this the cylinder of a hand-crank thresher!

Not to mention that the small machine for bending cylinders that Luan Jianshe made according to his suggestion is very easy to use. It bends one in the blink of an eye, and the cylinders produced are of normal size.

Seeing Wan Feng coming, Luan Jianshe said with a smile: "What do you think of this thing I made?"

"Very good, very good, very standard. How many threshers have you made now?"

Luan Jianshe stood up without saying a word and led Wan Feng into the west room of his house.

Wow! There were at least forty or fifty hand-cranked threshers piled on the kang.

"Why don't you take them out and sell them? It's not a big deal just to have them piled up here. Have you sold any of them?"

"Our team's Yuan Shan and Zhang Hongkun families each bought one, and they haven't sold any more. Where can we sell them?"

It seems that he only knows how to make but not how to sell.

"Tomorrow is the fourteenth, right? There's a market on Gushan Mountain. Go and sell it there."

"How can I sell it? I've never sold anything before."

Oh! He still had to teach them how to sell things. He was worried all day.

"How about this, tomorrow you get a cart and take all these things to the market, and I'll sell them for you."

"Push them all away?"

"You can still sell two or three? That's pointless."

"So you're not going to study tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow is Wednesday afternoon and we have a holiday. It doesn't matter if you don't study."

I guess Zhou Xiaohao wanted to talk to me. I have indeed taken too much leave recently.

"I'll wait for you at the team headquarters at 7 o'clock tomorrow. I'm leaving now."

After leaving Luan Jianshe's house, Wan Feng took a look at Luan Feng's house, and of course he looked at Xia Zi.

The electricity in the building had been turned on, so there was a light on inside, making the cement floor, which had not yet solidified, flicker.

But under the light, even the flattest ground appears bumpy.

The paint smell on the window frame has become much lighter, and I guess there won't be much of it tomorrow.

It seems that the father and son Wang did the job in the wrong procedure. Shouldn't they paint the window frame first and then install the glass?

Wan Feng just discovered this problem. Isn’t this upside down?

Luan Feng and Jiang Min ran out together.

"How many more days will it take before we can move in? We can't wait."

These guys can't wait for the beans to rot.

"It won't take a few days. Once the ground is dry, we can move in."

Luan Feng and Jiang Min then jumped and danced like two grasshoppers.

The sewing workshop in this building is the largest, occupying more than half of the building's area, estimated to be around 70 square meters. This area can accommodate at least 30 to 40 sewing machines.

But Luan Feng currently has only eight machines, including those that have not yet been assembled, which is too few.

If those two machines were not transferred to Luan Ying, there would only be ten machines left, which would still not be enough for anything.

It is too slow to rely on Zheng Yong's speed. According to his current speed of making machines, he can only get five or six machines by the end of the year. Where can he find some sewing machines?

I wonder if the county bedding factory has any unwanted sewing machines. I could ask someone to get a few back.

This task should be given to Zhou Bingde or Bai Liyun. It is not known whether their circle has any connection with the bedding factory. If they do, it should not be a problem to get a few machines through the back door.