Since Luan Feng doesn't allow us to do anything improper, we can only do serious things.
"Okay, let's not talk about your illness anymore. Let's talk about the clothes. I've already drawn the designs for the clothes. I've even drawn about a dozen styles for the pants."
"So fast!" Luan Feng exclaimed.
It was only a little over an hour from the time Wan Feng left her house in the afternoon until dark, but this guy had actually drawn more than a dozen styles.
"You won't make the nose and mouth crooked, will you?"
"That's about right. I'm not a professional artist. I'm just drawing the general idea so you can understand it. As for the specific decomposition and cutting, that's up to you. I'll send them to your house tomorrow morning when I go to Lonely Mountain. You can choose some to process. You can use the fabrics as you see fit. It's best not to waste an inch. One reason is that they're hard-earned, and the other is to reduce costs. The lower the cost, the greater the profit."
"I've checked all the fabrics. Aside from the color, they're all good. I promise every piece will be used and won't be wasted."
"It's almost the beginning of autumn, so we shouldn't make summer clothes anymore. Let's make autumn and winter clothes instead. If we can't sell them now, we can just store them. There will be a market for them in winter. It's a pity we can't get rayon. If we could, we could make some cotton-padded jackets and sell them to people in the city, and we'd definitely make a lot of money."
"Your brain is really different from others. How come you have so many ideas and can realize them? You might really be a monster."
"Monsters can eat meat, so are you afraid?"
Luan Feng leaned her head on Wan Feng's shoulder: "I'm not afraid."
Wan Feng put his arm around Luan Feng's waist and pinched her waist.
"Actually, I'm just like everyone else. The only difference is that while others are chatting or drinking and gambling, I'm thinking about how to make money. That's how it is."
"But why can't I think of it?"
"That's because your head is full of mush."
"blind!"
Before they knew it, they had arrived at Luan Feng's door.
"Okay, we all have things to do tomorrow, let's go home and sleep."
Luan Feng leaned on Wan Feng and lingered with no intention of going home. This was a clear sign of passionate love.
Wan Feng patted Luan Feng on the butt and said, "Let's go. Are you going to stand here until dawn?"
"Kiss me." Luan Feng's voice was very.
"Didn't we kiss just now?" Wan Feng teased her deliberately.
"That doesn't count. It wasn't a good kiss."
Wan Feng held Luan Feng to his chest and gently touched her lips.
"You are just being perfunctory. No, kiss me again." After that, Luan Feng's arms wrapped around his neck like a snake. Wan Feng wanted to just give it a quick kiss but Luan Feng didn't think so.
Luan Feng's kiss is awkward and domineering. It is more accurate to bite than to kiss.
"You don't want a kiss, you're here for revenge! To chew on pig's trotters!" Wan Feng pushed Luan Feng away, his mouth was even bitten.
Luan Feng chuckled: "I told you not to bully me again, let's see if you dare to do it again in the future. I'm leaving."
She turned around and disappeared gracefully into the night.
…
Today is July 29th, the 18th day of the lunar calendar. It is also the Gushan market day. Wan Feng is going to Gushan to exchange the person's book for Xiao Jun.
Although Wan Feng no longer looked down on the one yuan and eighty cents income from publishing books, it was still very tempting to Xiao Jun.
In the morning, Wan Feng delivered the bundle of white paper with clothes drawn on it to Luan Feng's house.
Luan Feng got up early. She was in a very good mental state, with a rosy face and affectionate eyes. It was obvious that she had a good dream last night.
But when he saw Wan Feng's face, he exclaimed: "Why are your face and eyes blue?"
After that, he pulled Wan Feng to the mirror.
The person in the mirror had a panda-like left eye and a bruise on the right corner of his mouth.
No wonder Zhu Ping was trying to hold back his laughter when he looked at him this morning.
"This must be where you bit me last night." Wan Feng pointed at the corner of his mouth.
Luan Feng laughed and raised her fist to hit Wan Feng twice: "I told you not to let me go. If I had rushed forward last night, you might not have gotten beaten."
"Bullshit! If you rush over I might get beaten even worse! Never mind, it's just a little ugly, it's not good looking anyway."
"Whose? You are the most beautiful in my eyes."
"Don't be ashamed. I brought the design for the clothes."
Luan Feng couldn't wait to open the drawing paper that Wan Feng sent her.
"Wow! Wow! Wow!" Luan Feng exclaimed three times in a row as soon as the drawing paper was unfolded.
What's wrong with this!
"It turns out there are so many styles of clothes, and they can be made this way. Mom, have you ever seen clothes like this?"
Luan Feng called her mother in to see the drawings of the clothes that Wan Feng had drawn.
Luan Feng's face was unusually red with excitement, like a ripe apple. If her mother hadn't been there, Wan Feng would have wanted to take a bite.
Luan Feng's mother also expressed her amazement at these strange-shaped clothes. She had never seen such clothes before.
"Hey! Isn't this dress with a very thin waist too tight? If a woman wears it outside, will people point fingers at her spine?" Luan Feng said, pointing to a dress with a very thin waistline.
"Those are for summer wear. They're only for reference this year, and I didn't ask you to make them. These are summer clothes, so just take a look at them. Maybe they won't be available on the market until next summer."
"What is this clothing style called?" Luan Feng asked, pointing to a piece of clothing with several pockets hanging on the outside.
"Jacket, a cloth jacket."
"This will look great on you. Wait for me to make one for you."
"I can dress myself, but not now. Don't worry about me for now. I have things to do so I won't accompany you to think about it."
He is still a brat now, no matter how nicely he dresses up, he is still a brat, and it is useless.
Looking at the time, Wan Feng said hello to Luan Feng and her daughter, walked out of Luan Feng's house and drove to Gushan.
As the only farmers' market within a radius of fifty miles, every market in Gushan is crowded with people.
Xiao Jun now has a fixed location in the market, so Wan Feng went directly to the place where Xiao Jun usually rented books.
But to Wan Feng's surprise, Xiao Jun was not here. His place was occupied by a farmer selling fruit.
Is this guy sick?
Apart from being sick, Wan Feng could not think of any reason why Xiao Jun would not set up his stall on market days.
Wan Feng came to Xiao Jun's house and unexpectedly saw Xiao Jun sitting quietly on the sand pile at the door, surrounded by six or seven children, each of whom looked murderous.
How does this look like he's sick?
Seeing Wan Feng coming, the children stood up and behaved respectfully.
"Xiao Jun, what's going on?"
Xiao Jun saw Wan Feng was stunned for a moment and then told a story in this way and that way.
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