There are two passenger buses to Jiangwei every day, one at around 10:00 a.m. and one at 3:00 p.m.
When Wan Feng arrived at the bay mouth, Xu Bin was sitting under the awning at the door with a fan in one hand and a soda in the other.
The car screeched to a halt in front of Xu Bin.
"Tell Yuanyuan that the goods were taken away yesterday afternoon by Zhang Shiqian's team."
Xu Bin didn't pay attention to what Wan Feng said. His attention was focused on the motorcycle under Wan Feng's crotch.
"What kind of motorcycle is this?"
"It's a new car. I don't even know what it's called yet."
Xu Bin walked around the motorcycle and became interested in the handlebars.
"Why is the handlebar like this?"
"This is the prince, right? As for why he is called the prince? I don't know."
"When it comes out, I'll get one."
"Don't count on it this year, maybe next year. Hey! How long do you talk to Yuanyuan every day?" Wan Feng thought of Xu Bin's phone bill.
Xu Bin said cheerfully: "We didn't talk for long, only about ten to eight minutes."
Don't let the other ten and eight minutes hear it.
It’s only a few days away from the end of the month. Will Xu Bin cry when the phone bill comes?
"Brother! Why are you laughing so eerily? It must be nothing good."
"That's bullshit. What did your mom cook for lunch? No steamed buns?"
The living standard in Jiangwei has improved, but now you can’t even eat cornmeal pancakes.
He hadn't seen what cornmeal pancakes looked like in over a month.
Eating freshly-cooked cornmeal pancakes with cabbage and tofu stew is the most delicious thing in Wan Feng's eyes.
Xu Bin shook his head: "No, it's just steamed vegetable dumplings."
"What kind of noodles?"
If it was cornmeal, he would just make do with a meal here.
"White flour."
Wan Feng started the fire and turned around and left.
What’s the point of eating vegetable dumplings made of white flour?
Is this a bit arrogant?
It will take another three years for food coupons to be cancelled. Only when they are cancelled will it be proven that the Chinese people can have enough food to eat.
While some people are still not getting enough to eat, he is already looking down on white flour and rice.
Floating!
Arriving at the entrance of the garment factory, Wan Feng went in to look for Luan Feng.
"Shall we go to your house for dinner tonight?"
Luan Feng was delighted when she heard this: "Tell me! What do you want to eat?"
"I want to eat cornmeal pancakes."
"What? You want to eat corn tortillas?" Luan Feng didn't like to eat that. She had eaten corn porridge and corn tortillas every day since she was a child, and she had had enough of it.
She wouldn't even think about not eating it in this life.
"I want unleavened dough, not leavened. It's best if it's a little mushy. You don't need to cook anything special with the dish. Just stew cabbage with tofu will be fine."
Luan Feng was immediately discouraged: "You are easy to support."
"You've only been eating rice and flour for two days, and you want to eat bread? Are you a born slut?" Jiang Min teased.
"What are you talking about? This is called not forgetting your roots! Don't think that after a few days of good times you can forget the past. Besides, eating more whole grains is good for people, especially you women. Be careful not to get a belly if you eat rice and white flour every day. Don't blame me for not telling you, if your waist is as thick as a bucket in the future, your Yan Ling might kick you out one day."
"He dares!"
After finishing his dinner arrangements, Wan Feng rode his motorcycle back to the factory. Chen Dao and the others were still waiting for the prototype test, but he was still arguing outside.
Wan Feng had just returned the sample car to Chen Dao when the guard at the door came running over to tell Wan Feng that someone was looking for him outside.
Wan Feng followed the guard to the factory gate and saw a not very tall, very sturdy man standing at the gate.
He looked to be around twenty-five or twenty-six years old, and was wearing ordinary clothes.
Wan Feng didn't know him.
"You're looking for me? Who are you?"
The visitor looked a little uneasy: "Are you Wan Feng?"
Wan Feng nodded.
"My name is Wan Qianxiang."
Know who's coming.
Wan Feng stepped forward and shook the other man's hand: "Brother! You're here."
Uncle Wan Shuiquan is the eldest son of the family.
"Oh! These relatives have to come and go. Otherwise, if you don't know them, you might end up fighting when you meet them. Big brother! When did you come?"
"Just arrived. I took the same bus as before."
"I was just chatting with them on the side of the road. Even if I saw you, I wouldn't recognize you! Have you gone to see grandma?"
Wan Qianxiang was a little embarrassed: "I couldn't find my uncle's house."
Wan Feng was puzzled: "This is impossible!"
"I asked around and it seems no one knows the name Wan Shuiming, but everyone knows you, so I came to find you."
So that's how it is.
Few people here probably know the name Wan Shuiming, even though he has been working in Nandawan for two years.
Apart from working in the factory, he rarely goes out and lives a low-key life.
Usually when I go out to buy vegetables, it’s always the old lady who helps me.
Maybe someone else knows the old aunt, so asking about her is like asking about air.
Speaking of his Shuiming Hardware...probably few people who have not been to Nanwan know about it.
Fortunately, it was the same surname, otherwise Wan Qianxiang wouldn’t have known whether he could find the place until dark.
"You haven't found your uncle's house yet? I'll go! That's it! Just pass by the gate of his factory."
Wan Feng pointed to the north and saw Wan Shuiming's small factory below the garment factory, which was only a hundred meters away.
"I'll take you there."
Wan Feng took Wan Qianxiang's hand and came to the door of Wan Shuiming's small factory.
"Grandma! Look who's here?"
As soon as he entered the factory gate, Wan Feng shouted loudly.
Grandma poked her head out from the second-floor kitchen: "Grandson! Who's here?"
"Your grandson is here."
"I know you're here. Who is that?"
"That's also your grandson, your eldest grandson, my eldest brother from my uncle's family."
Now that Wan Qianxiang is here, Wan Feng can only be the second grandson.
Wan Shuiming just happened to come out of the workshop, and his nephew who had the problem came and ran over.
Wan Qianxiang probably had never called her grandma in his life. It took him a long time to call out the word "grandma".
"This is the first time I see my eldest grandson. He has grown up so much. Is he married?" Grandma murmured, her eyes full of love.
It turned out that this was the first time that the eldest brother saw grandma. No wonder it was so difficult for him to call her grandma.
Wan Qianxiang was obviously not good at speaking. He just mechanically answered the questions from his grandma and uncle for a long time, which made the situation a bit awkward.
"Aunt! What's for lunch?"
Because Wan Shuiming's small factory opened early, almost all the workers in the factory are from nearby, such as the Wohu Team and the Liutun Wang family, and the farthest one is only three miles away from here.
Therefore, they all went home for lunch. There was no canteen in the factory, so the old aunt just had to take care of her family.
"The meal is ready, but the dishes are not yet."
"You don't have to cook. I'll go to the Wankou Restaurant and order some dishes. Big brother! Uncle, you guys can chat first. I'll be back soon."
Wan Feng ran out of the factory, went to the garment factory, drove the Volga out, and came to the Hongying Hotel.
He quickly ordered ten main dishes.
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