The issue of having children is still too far away, so there is no need to discuss it now. By the time Wan Feng returns in the future, the Beiliao area will have already started to practice late marriage and late childbirth.

I don't know if it's a national policy issue or a change in people's perceptions, but people in the coastal areas are getting married at an increasingly older age. In the mid-1990s, the average marriage age was around 28 or 29, not in cities but in rural areas. This is probably quite rare in the country.

"I want to plant a few flowering trees in front of my house. In the summer, they will be full of beautiful flowers. In the future, I will also open a piece of land in front of my house to plant cantaloupe. Then I can smell the fragrance of cantaloupe while lying at home."

Luan Feng quickly forgot about Wan Feng finding someone else to have a child with and started to busy herself with dreaming.

"Tsk! If you plant a melon field, those kids will have something to do. They might even steal all the melon vines."

Luan Feng obviously hadn't considered this question. He blinked blankly, and after a while he said, "Then I'll get two more dogs, and I'll bite anyone who dares to steal!"

Wan Feng was too lazy to pay attention to Luan Feng's lofty plans: "Let's go! Stop dreaming."

Luan Feng followed Wan Feng and kept muttering, "Why am I dreaming? My ideas are so simple and beautiful, but you always discourage me."

"Haha, if I hadn't hit you hard, you would have flown up into the sky like a kite."

Luan Feng took a few quick steps and kicked Wan Feng from behind. "Who's going to heaven?"

Wan Feng, who was prepared, dodged the attack.

"Don't hide, let me kick you. A man should have a broad mind."

Having a broad mind does not mean being honest and obedient. Even Bethune, who served the people wholeheartedly, might not be willing to do so.

"You're right. Men should have a broad mind to embrace more women."

Luan Feng was stunned and then flew into a rage: "What? You damned little scoundrel, you still want to hug more women? I told you to hug more... Don't run!"

Not running? Only an idiot wouldn't run!

Wan Feng ran as freely as the wind and disappeared in the village in the blink of an eye. Luan Feng was so angry that she stomped her feet violently behind him. After stomping a few times, she burst out laughing.

Not to mention that the little bastard's sentences were quite perfect, how did he come up with that?

But it's just limited to thinking about it, wanting to hug more women, huh! Unless I die.

Seeing that Luan Feng was not chasing him anymore, Wan Feng stopped running and leisurely walked through Xigou to the shoe factory.

The workers in the shoe factory are busy and nervous. The first batch of workers who have completed their apprenticeships are training the second batch of new workers. In a few days, these new workers will be completed as apprentices, and then the shoe factory will be able to add night shifts.

With two shifts, the shoe factory's monthly output can reach 10,000 pairs.

It’s a pity that there is still a shortage of staff, otherwise it would be better to add another production line.

There were more than ten people picking up goods in front of the sales department. They were all shoe vendors who came to the market in the morning.

Due to the increase in the number of markets around, some people who did not farm became professional market goers. They bought shoes from shoe factories or clothes from clothing factories and went to various markets. They could earn 30 or 50 cents for a pair of shoes, and 3 or 5 yuan a day.

These small vendors don't buy much at one time, more than ten pairs of one style, usually fifty or sixty pairs.

Wan Feng watched quietly as the vendors happily took their goods and left.

"Uncle, how much goods can these market people get in a day?"

The person in charge of sales was Wan Feng's future father-in-law Luan Changyuan. Ever since the production team was disbanded, Luan Changyuan was arranged by Zhang Hai to be in charge of sales at the shoe factory, and Luan Feng's grandfather became the gatekeeper of the shoe factory.

"We currently produce about 230 pairs a day, which is barely enough for these vendors to buy. There is hardly any surplus."

No surplus?

This won't do. Products can't just stay in the low-end market forever. How can they become famous brands if they keep doing this? They have to enter the big city market, but the current production volume can't even sustain the local market. There simply isn't enough product to enter the big city malls.

We must open another production line and establish the brand while people still don't understand the importance of doing business. We should form brand awareness in people's minds and then we will have the confidence to compete with those big foreign brands in the future.

Wan Feng turned and entered the technical department.

It is said that there is only one retired master from Lifang in the technical department. The rest of the trainers from Lifang left after these people were able to work independently. Only the old master named Hong felt that this place was quite vibrant, so he stayed and took charge of some technical matters.

The shoe factory paid him 40 yuan a month, which was already the highest salary.

"Master Hong, do you know where you bought these shoemaking machines?"

"Isn't there a nameplate on the machine? You can find out by checking it out."

Wan Feng slapped his head and realized that his cleverness backfired.

So I went into the workshop and found a somewhat blurry nameplate on a cutting machine.

The machinery manufacturing plant is in Shenyang.

Before the 1980s, more than half of the country's industrial machinery products were produced in the three northeastern provinces. Therefore, when Wan Feng saw that the shoe-making machine was produced by Shenyang, he was not surprised at all.

“How much did you spend on this production line?”

Master Hong shook his head: "I don't know about that. How can I know about the things invested by the commune?"

Wan Feng looked at the several machines on the production line and estimated that they would cost at least 18,000 yuan.

With this production line, Wanfeng plans to produce some higher-end products, mainly to enter shopping malls in big cities.

High-end items naturally cost more. Wan Feng has temporarily decided that the factory price will be around four yuan and the retail price will be between five and six yuan.

Wan Feng copied the factory's phone number from the product nameplate and prepared to go to the brigade to make a call.

The team should have a phone. It's really inconvenient without one.

But now it costs five or six thousand yuan to install a phone at your own expense. Is Zhang Hai willing to spend that money?

It would be great if the commune could install one for us. We should encourage Zhang Hai to ask for it from the commune. Maybe he will get it.

"What are you thinking about, kid?"

Zhang Hai's voice rang in Wan Feng's ears as he was lost in thought.

"Hey, Uncle Zhang Hai, you said we now have two factories, but we don't even have a phone. It's too inconvenient to contact business or something. Do you think the commune should install a phone or something for us?"

Zhang Hai thought about it and nodded: "It's really inconvenient. I can't always go to the brigade when something happens."

"I think you should be as persistent as possible and ask Secretary Liang for a phone number. Your mission now is to go get one and try to install it for us before winter."

"Can you please be more polite, kid? What do you mean by being shameless? This is a legitimate request. I'll go to the commune tomorrow to ask for it. If Secretary Liang doesn't give it to me, I'll go to his house for dinner."

Isn't this called being shameless?