"What the hell?"
"Just take a look and you'll know."
These were several sheets of paper stapled together, with slightly blurred handwriting printed on them using a mimeograph.
Zhang Hai picked up the papers and began to read them. A look of joy gradually spread across his face. When he finished reading them, he was already a little ecstatic.
He stood up and said, "Tell the machines to stop for a moment and have everyone go into the cement factory. I need to hold an emergency meeting."
A few minutes later, the noise of the machines stopped, people stopped working, and an impromptu meeting was held in the cement products workshop.
The cement products workshop and the shade outside were filled with members of the Wahou Team. All the young and strong members of the Wahou Team were concentrated in the brick and tile factory, so the place was filled with a strong youthful atmosphere.
Zhang Hai stood in front of the group, his face flushed and his spirits high, his voice much louder: "Members, I have good news to report to you all."
Zhang Hai paused deliberately at this point, which was met with strong contempt from Wan Feng.
You can just finish it in one breath, but you're still gasping for breath. Keeping it in suspense at this time is asking for a beating. Wan Feng really wants to kick Zhang Hai in the ass.
"Our brick and tile factory's products have a market."
There was applause.
"This time, it's not just ordinary sales, but huge sales. Our red bricks are almost exclusively sold, and we've received sales of 100,000 cement tiles."
This time the applause was like a tide, almost blowing the roof off the house. Everyone clapped their hands desperately, and everyone's face was filled with excitement.
"Everyone, work hard. Good days are coming soon. I'm just telling you the good news. That's all I have to say. Let's get back to work!"
After the members left, Zhu Ping came over and asked, "Captain! Did you just accept the task of producing 100,000 tiles?"
Zhang Hai nodded and raised the pieces of paper in his hand: "It's clearly written in black and white. We must supply 100,000 tiles before the end of winter."
Zhu Ping slumped to the ground with a plop: "Who gave me this mission, Captain?"
"Your nephew."
Zhu Ping's eyes fell on Wan Feng: "Nephew! You are not trying to harm your uncle, are you? We can only produce 200 tiles at a time. How can I achieve the production of 100,000 tiles?"
"Look, when we couldn't sell the goods, you were all so anxious that you were furious. Now that we have an order, you think it's too much. What's the big deal? Just expand production tomorrow. Ask Xiao Dexiang to make us another thousand sets of molds. They only want as many red bricks as possible, but there's no specific number. We can just send some of the pressed bricks over here. If the house is not big enough, we can build another one. The problem will be solved then. Anyway, I have the order, so whether you can produce it or not is none of my business. Also, send a horse-drawn carriage with 500 red bricks and 500 tiles over first. They want to see the samples. Oh, by the way, I also need a cart tomorrow, at least with two heads. The cart should meet me at the melon field at Laoliangtou on the top of the mountain at 5:30 tomorrow morning."
After that, Wan Feng left the brick factory. Just as he was about to leave, his aunt Zhu Yan came over stealthily.
"Have you bought everything you were asked to buy?"
"I bought it. It's all here. I'll give it to you. Go and divide it among them."
Wan Feng took off the shoulder bag he was carrying, took out the white cloth inside and handed the bag to his aunt.
Auntie happily took the bag and went there.
Wan Feng rode his bike from the brick factory to Luan Feng's house.
Luan Feng was wearing that fake sportswear and sewing on the sewing machine. When she saw Wan Feng coming, her eyes were full of smiles.
Wan Feng threw the white cloth onto her cabinet. "Don't hunch over the sewing machine all day long. Go out for a walk when you need to. Don't strain your eyes. After work at the brick factory, someone might want you to sew stripes onto clothes. I've bought the cloth and we've negotiated the price. It'll be two cents per piece of clothing."
"Ah? They all bought it? These greedy people just envy others when they see them wearing it."
The bad thing about women is that they can only allow themselves to be beautiful and cannot tolerate others being beautiful too.
"There are sixteen or seventeen people buying them. If you were to sew them all, you could make a little over three dollars."
"So many!" Luan Feng turned around and looked very excited.
"I've made your grandma's clothes. Can you take a look at them?"
Luan Feng took out a cloth bag from the inner room and took out a piece of clothing from the bag.
The clothes are made in a standard manner, with buttons on the front woven with thread, although they are a bit rough.
"Very good, very good. I'll take the clothes. You don't have to pay me for the two feet of white cloth. Just consider it as the labor fee for this dress. Okay, I'm leaving." He wrapped the clothes in a newspaper and walked out of Luan Feng's room.
Luan Feng smiled as she saw Wan Feng out the door. Her watery eyes watched Wan Feng climb the ridge and come to Lao Liangtou's melon field.
Old Liang was busy doing something in the melon field.
Wan Feng walked into the melon field, picked a melon at random, smashed it open with his fist and took a bite.
"Pah! It's raw."
Old Liang laughed so hard: "You've sold more than ten melons, and you still can't tell the difference between raw and ripe."
"Whose? I didn't notice."
Old Liang threw a melon over.
While eating the melon, he asked, "Old man, how many cantaloupes can be loaded on a carriage with chains?"
Old Liangtou didn't seem to understand Wan Feng's words: "With a chain?"
When transporting corn in autumn, horse-drawn carriages must be equipped with plate chains. Plate chains are made of wooden boards about one meter high connected together with discarded bicycle belts or rubber canvas. When in use, they are placed upright on the carriage, similar to the carriage boards of motor trucks, in order to expand the loading area.
Old Liang scratched his head and said, "I haven't tried it, but I'm afraid it must be at least 500 to 600 kilograms."
"Then let's take 600 kilograms. You can take the melons for ten yuan. I'll come to load the goods at 5:30 tomorrow morning. You have to unload the melons for me before 5:30. Can you do that?"
Cantaloupe costs 1.5 cents per pound and can be packed into a bag of 670 pounds for 10 yuan.
Old Liang pondered for a moment and said, "No problem. If all else fails, I'll ask my son to help me pick the melons. But can you sell all the 600 or 700 kilograms you take at once?"
"That's my business."
As Wan Feng walked out of the garden, he picked a few cantaloupes and put them in his pocket. The melons in the garden would soon be ripe, and it would be too late if he didn't sell them.
When we got back to my grandma's house, it was time for dinner and my grandparents, uncles and aunts were all gathered together.
Wan Feng put the clothes wrapped in newspaper on the table: "Grandma, your new clothes are ready. Try them on after dinner."
Zhu Yan didn't wait until the meal was over. She grabbed the newspaper, tore it open and took out the clothes.
"Wow! So beautiful, Mom! Try it on."
"It's a waste of money. I don't know how to make clothes. I'm already old."
Even though grandma kept nagging, my aunt put the clothes on her in no time.
Although the color of the clothes is not red but soybean paste, it gives a red feeling when worn on grandma.
The round peonies on the clothes are clearly revealed under the light and seem to emit a faint glow, showing the elegant and beautiful beauty.
In the blink of an eye, grandma seemed like a different person, as if she had suddenly become ten years younger.
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