Wan Feng delivered the red paper to Luan Feng's house.
This was his first time visiting Luan Feng's house.
Luan Feng's father was an ordinary member of the team, and her mother was also an ordinary housewife.
When Wan Feng arrived, her mother had just gone to the river to wash clothes, and only Luan Feng was waiting for him at home.
What Wan Feng didn't expect was that after delivering the paper, he actually got to act as a model and became Luan Feng's first customer after she became an apprentice.
Luan Feng took a ruler and measured him, measuring him up, down, left and right until she got tired of it.
"How did you learn this? It took you so long to measure a size. Can you do it?"
Luan Feng rolled her eyes at Wan Feng: "If the measurement is not correct, the fabric may be wasted when cutting, so I have to be very careful, turn around!"
The other party was right, and Wan Feng had no choice but to let himself be manipulated like a puppet.
After being toyed with for another half a minute, Wan Feng finally realized that this woman was not measuring his size at all. She was taking advantage of him by pinching and grabbing here and there.
Others always tease girls, but in his case he becomes the one being teased.
Of the thirty-six strategies, running away is the best!
Luan Feng's house was located on the road leading to the east of the brick and tile factory, so Wan Feng rode his bike to the brick and tile factory after leaving Luan Feng's house.
When Luan Feng finished her studies, the bicycle was returned to its original owner.
It will take some time for the red bricks to come out of the kiln. The people in the brick and tile factory are now concentrating on making water-based bricks. The site is very busy with people and horses.
Wan Feng walked around the cutting machine, carefully looked at the quality of the water-coated tiles coming out of the cutting machine, and then went to the cement tile workshop.
Zhu Ping is now in charge of the cement tile workshop. He leads seven or eight people to make cement tiles.
These people work very carefully and try their best to avoid defective products.
About 1,800 pieces of both versions of cement tiles designed by Wan Feng were produced and stacked in two piles on the open space outside the cement factory.
This is basically a finalized product.
In another room, Yang Fusheng, who was in charge of writing couplets during the New Year in the village, was copying the advertising slogans written by Wan Feng with ink. He had already copied dozens of them.
Zhang Hai got a magnifying glass from somewhere and pretended to read the advertisement copied by Yang Fusheng.
The words on the red paper are as big as a matchbox, and he is wearing reading glasses. Isn't this just showing off?
You have to wear reading glasses to see such big words. If you don't bump into a tree when you go out, you will be struck by lightning.
"My uncle Zhang Hai, you are wearing a reading glasses with such big characters. What can I, your nephew, do with you?"
"Doesn't this make you look learned?"
"Bah! Who are you showing this to?"
Zhang Hai took the glasses off his nose and returned them to Yang Fusheng: "I feel dizzy wearing these."
Serves you right! This is the real case of looking for trouble without any eggs.
"Nephew! I'm still a little worried. Can posting this thing attract business?"
"Of course!" Wan Feng answered with certainty.
"Then I'll send people to post them everywhere tomorrow."
"Give me ten. I'm going to the commune tomorrow and may even go to Blue Mountain Farm. I'll post a few."
Zhang Hai picked up ten advertisements and gave them to Wan Feng.
Wan Fengming went to Blue Mountain Farm naturally to sell popsicles. He had spent a lot of money on himself and Luan Feng recently, and the money he had was not increased but decreased.
This must be made up for. There will be many places to spend money in the future. At least the sewing machine should not be bought for less than 50 yuan even if it is bought at the cheapest price.
Money will never come if you just sit at home. In his previous life, Wan Feng's creed was that free lunch will not fall from your pocket. He plans to inherit this creed in this life. At least with this creed in mind, he will not be deceived.
Therefore, starting from tomorrow he will start a new money-making model.
He had already found two agents, so he didn't have to worry about anything. The only thing he could be used for was to collect the money and clean up the broken glass.
Recently, he has collected less broken glass, and it takes more than half a month for him to deliver it to the glass fiber factory.
So he decided to take advantage of the holiday to look for new business opportunities by selling popsicles.
After putting the advertisement in his pocket and walking out of the house, Wan Feng pushed his bicycle along the east road and prepared to go home, but when he turned around, his eyes looked towards the ridge between the two teams of Wahou and Waqian.
If he remembered correctly, Jiang Jun's family lived on the other side of this ridge. Since he was free anyway, he decided to go and take a look at Jiang Jun.
This guy is idle during the holiday and his old habits might relapse. Didn’t he steal Lao Liangtou’s melons a few days ago?
Thinking of this, Wan Feng's eyes lit up, and without thinking, he parked the bicycle on the open space outside the workshop.
"Uncle! Ride your bike back home when you get off work."
After Zhu Ping agreed in the house, Wan Feng ran towards the ridge.
This ridge runs from south to north, and the terrain becomes lower as it goes north. At the junction of Wahou and Dongtou, there is only a cliff about seven or eight meters high. The road leading to the outside of Wahou passes under this cliff.
The ridge becomes increasingly barren towards the north, but becomes rather steep towards the south, with woods and farmland on the top of the mountain.
Lao Liangtou's home is on a flat area at the top of the mountain.
There is only a lonely house with three rooms here, where Lao Liangtou and his wife live.
This old man has been fiddling with fruits and vegetables in the Waqian team since his middle age. Later, when he got old, he started to fiddle with them on his own. He can be said to have been fiddling with fruits and vegetables all his life.
Even from a long distance away from Lao Liangtou's house, the unique fragrance of cantaloupe could be smelled in the air.
Wan Feng took a deep breath and was so intoxicated.
In his previous life, his favorite food was cantaloupe, to the point where he couldn't get enough of it. On the contrary, he didn't like watermelon and other melons.
When approaching Lao Liangtou's territory, Wan Feng discovered that the hilltop had an area of nearly three acres, with crops such as sorghum and millet planted around it, and cantaloupe in the middle.
An energetic old man rushed out of the house holding a dung fork, and rushed in front of Wan Feng like the wind, staring at Wan Feng with the dung fork majestically.
"Stop! What are you doing?"
This is treating yourself as a thief.
Seeing Old Liangtou looking as if he was facing a great enemy, Wan Feng wanted to laugh very much, but he held it back when he thought laughing would not fit in with the current atmosphere.
"Old man, I want to see if your melons are ripe."
"It's not cooked yet, let's go."
You're kidding me! Judging from the fragrance in the air, some of the melons in the garden are already ripe.
"Hey, old man, I gave you money but you chased me away. You really don't take the God of Wealth seriously."
The old man rolled his eyes and said, "You're talking nonsense, God of Wealth? How can you be called God of Wealth?"
If we don't teach this old man a lesson, he will think we are begging for food.
Wan Feng pulled out a handful of colorful bills from his pocket and said, "Old man, give me some of your best melons to try."
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