After lunch at noon, Wan Feng returned to school and took a look at the project booklet. He was disappointed to find that the long-distance running event was only 1,500 meters, and there was not even a 3,000-meter event.

He had no choice but to sign up for the 1,500-meter race and then added an 800-meter race.

Since the school was going to hold a sports meet, the campus was immediately filled with the atmosphere of developing sports. Countless people were running on the playground like they were preparing for a battle, and even the afternoon classes became unnecessary.

Of course Wan Feng would not go to the playground and run around aimlessly. There were only two days left before the sports meet. If he ran around aimlessly and hurt his thighs in those two days, he would have nothing to eat dirt when the sports meet started.

Moreover, he has full confidence in his long-distance running ability. Not only does he not give up exercising, but he also doesn't think that anyone can be his opponent even if he doesn't practice.

Every morning when he exercised on the river beach, he usually started by running a long distance around the beach.

Perhaps the students' attention was attracted by the sports meeting, so in the afternoon after school, there were more people delivering books but fewer people renting books.

This is not good news for Wan Feng. The only good news is probably that the human book has not been destroyed.

Liu Shengguang's attention has also shifted to the sports meeting?

I have accumulated about half of the books now, and the wooden box is almost full with seventy or eighty books.

Sports meets usually bring endless business opportunities. Wan Feng spent a long time thinking about how to make money from the sports meet of Jiangwei School.

After thinking about it, it seems that there is no other way to make money except selling popsicles.

Of course, he can also bring his books to school and rent them on the spot, and read them in the school playground.

But considering the impact of this, I gave up the idea.

There is a Blue Mountain Farm between the Yongshi Commune and Hongya County. There is a popsicle factory on the Blue Mountain Farm. At that time, the products of the popsicle factory were mainly sold to the county, and only the commune-level supply and marketing cooperatives appeared in the rural market.

He had remembered this incident before. A few days ago, when he was repairing his bicycle in Gushan, he specifically verified this matter when he bought popsicles at the supply and marketing cooperative.

The distance from Jiangwei Brigade to Lanshan Farm is about fifteen miles, and Wan Feng felt that he could make the distance.

Action speaks louder than words, so he found a wooden box at his grandma's house. Since he didn't have white paint, he covered the outside of the box with white paper, and cut two red popsicles out of red paper and stuck them on the back of the box.

Then I asked my grandma for a quilt to put in the box.

After an hour of hard work, a simple earthen insulated box was completed.

He had studied the school's competition program carefully. The sports meet was expected to last half of the time. The first ones were the track and field events and competitions for the lower grade groups A and B. The competitions he signed up for were all on Sunday mornings, so he would be just a bystander on Saturday.

Wan Feng is committed to turning his business from selling soy sauce to selling popsicles, but how come he can't make a dollar or two in one lunch break?

In the blink of an eye, two hours passed.

Saturday, May 24, 1980.

In the morning, the sports meeting of Jiangwei School was successfully held.

After the Dean of Studies finished his opening speech on the stage, the sonorous Athletes' March echoed over the school.

The first two teams were made up of students specially selected by the school, wearing white shirts and blue pants, and they walked neatly to the front of the entrance team with red scarves tied around their necks.

Wan Feng was wearing a short-sleeved shirt and walking in the team in a casual manner. He looked up at the bright sun from time to time, and his heart was filled with joy.

The sun just needs to stay in this state until two o'clock in the afternoon. During this period, it guarantees that all its goods can be sold out. After two o'clock, it is none of its business whether it is windy, rainy or hailful.

After the entrance ceremony, various competitions followed. The registered students took to the stage with beaming faces.

Wan Feng went to say hello to Zhou Wen.

Although it is a sports meet, students are not allowed to run around aimlessly.

"Where are you going?" Zhou Wen seemed not to understand Wan Feng's words and asked with blinking eyes.

"I'm going out for a while and will be back in about an hour."

"You can't get lost, can you?"

"Teacher, do I look lost to you?"

Zhou Wen thought for a moment and said, "Then go and come back quickly. Don't let anything happen to you."

With the promise of his head teacher, Wan Feng ran down the mountain like a wild horse and came to Xu Bin's house.

He came here on his bike in the morning, so of course he couldn't ride it to school and just leave it here.

Riding his bicycle, Wan Feng rushed towards the Warrior Commune.

A township-level road built only last year connects Yongshi Commune and Heijiao Commune, passing through Wujia Brigade, Pingshan Brigade, Wei Brigade and all the way to Huanghui Brigade of Heijiao Commune.

Compared with the country roads at that time, this road was considered a smooth road.

This road is eight miles from Jiangwei to the Yongshi Commune "Government" seat, and six miles from Yongshi to Lanshan. This is the road Wanfeng wants to take.

Wan Feng walked this road for nearly forty minutes, and at around nine o'clock he arrived at Blue Mountain Farm.

Lanshan Farm is a state-owned farm and one of the only two state-owned farms in Hongya County. At that time, Lanshan Farm was a place with a relatively high level of local industry, with many factories of various types.

For example, there are machinery factories, straw product factories, printing and dyeing factories, popsicle factories, dairy factories, and the plastic factory that is being planned and built this year.

Blue Mountain Farm is a very affluent place in Hongya County and is very famous within a radius of 100 miles.

After asking for directions, he found the Blue Hill Farm Popsicle Factory at the foot of a hill.

The popsicle factories are very deserted during this time. Their busy period is before morning, when people come to the shops and stalls in the city to pick up their goods. After this peak period, the people in charge of sales at the popsicle factories have nothing to do.

There was only a middle-aged woman in her thirties in the ticket office. She looked listless as if she had not woken up yet. When she saw Wan Feng come in, she raised her eyelids and glanced at Wan Feng.

"Auntie! I want to buy some popsicles."

"How much do you want?" The middle-aged woman's tone was probably colder than any popsicle.

"Auntie, this is my first time here. How do you sell popsicles in your factory?"

"One cent a stick, a hundred for twenty."

Wan Feng understood this. If you spend the money for 100 popsicles at the popsicle factory, the factory will pay you 120 popsicles.

Wan Feng calculated and said, "Then I'll buy a hundred first." He took out a dollar while speaking.

The cashier quickly wrote a hundred on a piece of paper and threw it to Wan Feng: "Go to the warehouse to pick up the goods, there are people there."

The popsicle factory's delivery warehouse is at the back of the factory, facing away from the sun. The reason for this is to keep the heat in.

Wan Feng came here pushing his bicycle.