Oh my! You bitch, even if I don’t plan to marry you in the future, you can’t just mock me. Look at me…
Before Wan Feng could figure out how to deal with Liang Hua, Zhang Hai had already picked up Wan Feng's work and was admiring the original work that looked like a crawling crocodile.
"Will this thing work?"
"Make a hundred copies tomorrow on red paper and post one in every nearby commune and brigade. I'm not sure if it will work."
Zhang Hai was depressed. It turns out you don’t know whether it will work or not!
"If this doesn't work, it'll be a waste of effort. One hundred sheets of red paper cost three dollars."
Look, this is where he settles the account.
It's impossible to be of any use at all, and Wan Feng has no idea how much he can control.
July 10, 1980, the 28th day of the lunar calendar.
Today is the gathering of the lonely mountain
Wan Feng got up at 6:30 in the morning and came to Lao Li's house with his schoolbag. Today he was going to Gushan and Luan Feng was waiting for him at her grandmother's house.
Today is also the day when Luan Feng is going to be an apprentice. She will spend her last morning in the garment department of Gushan Supply and Marketing Cooperative before she finishes her apprenticeship and goes home.
Luan Feng was already waiting for Wan Feng at the door of Old Li's house. Seeing Wan Feng carrying a schoolbag, she asked curiously, "Why are you carrying a schoolbag?"
"Go make some money. You're nothing without it. How's your driving skills been this month?"
"My driving skills are very good." Luan Feng boasted that he had a better car than a donkey.
"real?"
"Of course it's true."
"Okay, take me."
Luan Feng blinked twice. Why did she feel something was wrong?
"I've never given anyone a ride!"
"I'll be done with it today, clear the way!"
Luan Feng was taller than Wan Feng, so she felt no pressure on the bicycle seat. She rode the bike nervously, as she had never carried anyone on a bicycle before.
"Have you come up yet?" Why didn't that guy make any movement?
"It's morning, please ride well and don't push me into the ditch."
Huh? When did he come up here? Why didn't I feel anything?
Hearing that Wan Feng had gotten into the car, Luan Feng's hand wavered for a moment and then stopped.
It seems that there is not much difference between carrying one person and not carrying anyone!
Luan Feng rode all the way to Heyan Village, where Wan Feng got off the bike. He was going to Xiao Jun's house.
"I'll pick you up at the supply and marketing cooperative at noon."
After watching Luan Feng leave, Wan Feng came to Xiao Jun's house.
Xiao Jun didn't sleep in today but was receiving constant criticism from his mother. I wonder what trouble he has gotten himself into.
Seeing Wan Feng coming, his mother calmed down a little, but her expression didn't look much better.
When Xiao Jun saw Wan Feng, he felt like he had seen a savior. He didn't care about his mother's attitude and ran out like a fly, grabbing Wan Feng and running away.
"Why are you carrying a schoolbag?"
“Make money!”
“How do you make money?”
"You can just hang out with me this morning and watch how I make money and learn from me."
Can you make money just by carrying a schoolbag?
The two came to the market and found a place at the entrance.
Wan Feng first took out four large sheets of brown paper from his schoolbag and spread them on the ground.
This is the kraft paper of a cement bag, spread on the ground over an area of three or four meters.
After the kraft paper was laid out, Wan Feng took out the books one by one from his schoolbag and stacked them neatly on the kraft paper.
"Fuck! You have so many books!" Xiao Jun's eyes widened.
"Tsk, this is only half of it. I have the other half at home."
After arranging the books, Wan Feng took out a piece of white paper from his schoolbag and placed it on an empty space on the bookstall. There were seven words written on the white paper: Rent books, one cent per book.
"Do you understand?"
Xiao Jun's eyes were dizzy and he looked confused.
I don't know where this guy's spirit has gone.
They were right at the entrance to the market. It was the time when people were entering the market, and the entrance was bustling with people. Almost everyone was looking at Wan Feng's bookstall in amazement.
The adults showed little interest in the human book, but the children couldn't move.
"Are you selling books here?"
Wan Feng had to explain: "It's not for sale, it's rented."
"Rent? What do you mean by rent?"
"My books are one cent each. That means you pay me one cent and you can read a book here. You can only read it here and you can't take it away. Got it?"
"I can read a book for just one cent?" The child seemed unconvinced.
"Of course."
The child cheered and turned around and ran away without a trace.
Xiao Jun finally understood and asked, "Will this work?"
"You'll know when you see me. If there are a lot of people around later, you'd better keep an eye on me and don't let anyone take my book away."
"They dare!" Xiao Jun roared.
About ten minutes later, the child who had asked the question came back in a hurry, followed by five or six other children.
"Look! I didn't lie to you, there are books for rent here, one cent a copy."
The other five or six children were all in their teens, their eyes flashing with snot and runny noses.
"Is it really one cent to read a book?" A child asked Wan Feng with a face full of disbelief.
"Yes! One cent a copy."
The kid who was asking Wan Feng a question raised his hand and slapped a two-cent coin into Wan Feng's hand: "I want to read two books, about war."
Wan Feng enthusiastically introduced two books to him. The child took one in his hand and tucked another under his arm, then sat on a rock behind Wan Feng and began to read attentively.
The rest of the children also took out their money. Each person had at least two cents, and the most had five cents.
In the blink of an eye, Wan Feng earned 15 cents.
Xiao Jun took a breath of cold air. This thing can actually make money!
Wherever there is a leader, there are people who follow blindly to join in the fun. From time to time, people squat down in front of Wan Feng's bookstall to ask questions.
Wan Feng explained patiently, and then some people left while others sat down.
About a meter behind Wan Feng was a stone wall as high as a person. Soon, a row of people sat or squatted under the wall, each holding a book in their hands.
Xiao Jun patrolled back and forth with his hands behind his back like a city management officer, fearing that he would be chased away if he was not careful.
By nine o'clock, the wall behind Wan Feng was already full of people, and there were even two old men among them.
It's obvious that these two old men are not farmers. They are probably retired cadres. Wearing polyester in the hot summer weather, who else can they be but cadres?
Wan Feng found it funny. It was true that they were all old children. The old man was reading a book and was shaking his head as he read.
The advantage of renting books on site is that the utilization rate of books is high. A book can be rented out again in the blink of an eye after it is returned.
Wan Feng and Xiao Jun were very busy this morning.
At noon, when the gathering was about to end, Wan Feng shouted, "Closing up, closing up, let's see in the afternoon."
One child was reluctant to leave: "Will you still be here this afternoon?"
"In the afternoon, go to the Supply and Marketing Cooperative's auto repair shop on Gushan Mountain to the east to rent a stall. The stall will be set up there."
After the readers left, Wan Feng put away the books and started to settle the accounts.
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