There is no future for those who play dead, and it is useless if the parts cannot be used.

A scientific magazine said that all parts of the human body are controlled by the brain. This is obviously an eternal lie to deceive the working people.

There really is something in the human body that doesn't listen to the brain. Even though Wan Feng ordered it not to get excited, this boneless thing rebelled faster than anyone else once provoked.

He immediately stood at attention and surrendered.

Wan Feng was almost angry to death.

A woman's triumphant laughter echoed in the room.

But the laughter didn't last long before it turned into a dreamy sound, and finally turned into crying...

Between the cow and the land, the cow is always the one that is exhausted to death, no matter how sharp the plow is.

The next morning, when Luan Feng prepared fried eggs for the cow that was almost exhausted, the cow was still sleeping soundly on the kang.

"Have a good rest at home today, and we'll continue in the evening."

Someone's eyes flickered open: "Oh, I remember now, I have to go back to Longjiang today."

"Don't go anywhere. Stay home and I'll come back at noon to make you something delicious."

No matter how good something is, it is enough to eat it three times. Someone will not listen to her tricks.

"You don't have to come back at noon. I'll just grab something to eat at the market."

"Well, if you keep bragging about the Big Dipper, and three stars shine on you, you'll be in trouble. Let's see if you can brag again!"

Who's bragging? I really do know how to use the Tiangang Big Dipper Formation. I learned it when I watched The Legend of the Condor Heroes.

However, Wan Feng didn't dare to say this, for fear that Luan Feng would ask about The Legend of the Condor Heroes again.

Luan Feng went to work with a happy face.

She didn't go the whole afternoon yesterday, so she had to go today. She would be worried about so many female workers in the factory if she didn't go.

Women will rebel if they gather in large groups, so she has to suppress them on the spot. Jiang Min can't be relied upon at all.

An hour after Luan Feng left, Wan Feng also got up. After washing up, he walked into the tape recorder workshop.

Assembling the tape recorder is now my uncle's job, and Wan Feng feels it necessary to tell my uncle to assemble the tape recorder quickly.

When he left last year, he told his uncle that if he could install more than 100 units a month, that would be enough for him to support them.

Now this one is obviously not suitable. If he brings the movement production line back, he will be finished if he can only assemble 180 units a month. It is about right to assemble this number in a day.

After Luan Feng moved out, the rooms here were empty, and this time there was plenty of space to store things.

The west wing, which was originally used as a warehouse for the garment factory, has accumulated various types of machine casings that take up most of the room.

Now that I'm going to start making a tape recorder seriously, I can't just do some things haphazardly like I do now.

There are now hundreds of manufacturers in the Wahou market. He wants to find his own supporting suppliers in these factories, such as small speakers of various specifications, assembled radio movements, battery boxes and small transformers, and even power plugs, tape deck covers, etc.

In fact, assembling a tape recorder is very simple. You just need to install the components in the correct position into the casing. It really doesn't require any technical skills.

Wan Feng told his uncle to speed up the assembly and increase production starting today.

After giving the instructions, Wan Feng arrived at the market stall area.

While the area specially built for these manufacturers is not yet completed, their stalls will be temporarily set up in this shed.

There are quite a lot of manufacturers here. I remember that when the market first opened, most of the customers were from township enterprises. Now, we can see some collective enterprises and scattered state-owned units.

These manufacturers are quite diverse and it seems that the scale of their production is not very large.

Yesterday, Wan Feng and Luan Feng walked by here and just took a quick look without taking a close look. Now he can take a good look.

The types of manufacturers are quite complete, including mechanical processing, daily chemicals, clothing industry, catering industry...

Wan Feng saw the production of agricultural tools, carton machines, record players, electric motors, and plastic machinery...

Most of these factories are located in Northern Liaoning Province.

But this was normal at the time, because Northern Liaoning accounted for seven-tenths of the country's industry, and steel, refined oil, electricity, machine tools, and military industry accounted for more than 80%.

Compared with Northern Liao, some of the old industrial bases in the south and the west touted by the media in later generations are a lie and a joke.

It is a pity that such a heavy industrial base will eventually be turned into an agricultural base.

Wan Feng sighed and shook his head.

These are not issues that a small farmer like him should think about. He should think about making good money in the future.

Wan Feng stayed in the market until noon, and the results were obvious.

He signed a purchase agreement at the market for audio equipment, radios, and receiver covers.

As for transformers, battery boxes, and power plugs, he plans to produce them himself or support local production.

Except for the transformer which has some technical requirements, the rest of the things are things with little technical content and can be completely supported by local people for production.

Looking at the sky, it was probably almost twelve o'clock. Wan Feng wandered to the market and walked into Chen Wenxin's snack bar again.

Her snack bar is still doing a booming business, with customers coming to buy goods and the seats are almost always full.

Chen Wenxin arranged a seat for Wan Feng.

"Why are you here during the day? Aren't you going to school?"

"Today is Sunday! What are we eating?"

"Those little buns are good. Bring me a tray of them, and a bowl of rice soup."

A few minutes later, Chen Wenxin brought a tray of buns and a bowl of rice soup.

Isn’t it a bit early for Xiaolongbao to come out now? Wan Feng remembers that it was probably in the 1990s when this thing became popular. Where did Chen Wenxin’s mother learn this from?

The vendors eating in the snack bar ate very quickly for convenience. In a short while, several people had changed eating at the same table with Wan Feng. Only Wan Feng ate as steadily as Mr. Daban.

It was not until Chen Wenxin had some free time and sat down opposite Wan Feng, also with a bowl of rice soup and eating buns, that Wan Feng realized that he was the only customer left in the store.

"Did I take too long to eat and delay you from making money?"

"If it were someone else, I might have kicked them out, but with you, it's okay for you to sit here all day."

"Really? Wenxin, you've been so good to me. I've decided to marry you."

"Wow!" Chen Wenxin pretended to vomit.

"Do you have anything to do this afternoon?"

"What?"

"Don't you want to come and see my new house? You didn't come to give gifts when my family built the new house."

Chen Wenxin's house was built last winter and its foundation was laid this spring. He is still in Longjiang, so what a ridiculous gift!