Zhang Hai's speech was over. His purpose was to release some financial data to boost morale. He wanted to ensure transparency so that members could work without any concerns.
It can be seen that Zhang Hai really wants to lead the descendants of Wa to live a good life.
After the members started working, Zhang Hai and the accountant came to Wan Feng.
"I decided to expand the brick kiln and tile factory while I still have some money."
Wan Feng had no objection to this suggestion. As long as the brick and tile factory could double its size, there would be no worries about product sales. With such favorable conditions, of course the production scale should be expanded.
"How big do you want to expand it?"
"After this kiln of bricks comes out, I want to expand it to a six-hole kiln. I calculated that if we have the bricks ourselves, we can complete the expansion and start production in a month at most."
Wan Feng nodded.
"We'll expand the tile factory's production workshop once more, to a minimum capacity of 1,200 tiles. As for the drying area, we can turn it into a shed with several layers of iron racks for growing tiles. What do you think?"
This time, Wan Feng looked at Zhang Hai with new eyes and was more willing to think about ways to make progress.
In fact, Wan Feng had thought about this problem when Xiao Dexiang came yesterday, but when he thought about the high cost of making the rack with iron welding, he gave up.
I didn’t expect Zhang Hai to think of this.
"But the cost of the iron frame is not cheap."
"I know. We can get some first, and then replace them piece by piece, slowly."
"Very good!" Wan Feng only said two words.
"I'll start working as soon as the bricks come out of the kiln."
Zhang Hai was busy again, but Wan Feng had nothing to do.
Suddenly, Wan Feng didn't know what to do.
Fishing is prohibited now, so that's an Argentinian football star—no chance of success; the cantaloupe is in its prime, and although Lao Liang grows some watermelons, he keeps them for himself, leaving very few behind.
Go sell popsicles...
After thinking about it, I decided to give up. Selling that thing for a profit of just one or two dollars is a waste of time.
So in the next few days, Wan Feng had almost nothing to do except drawing some paintings for Luan Feng.
The only good news is that he used his free time to improve his swimming skills to the breaststroke stage, and he no longer uses the dog paddle technique.
August 7th is the beginning of autumn, and the water in the river immediately becomes cold when autumn begins. So he has been soaking in the water for a lot of time in the past few days, trying to improve his swimming skills before the beginning of autumn.
Luan Feng's business was developing step by step. Ever since the rotten patches suddenly turned into various beautiful patterns, people with monotonous clothes discovered that patches could also become beautiful highlights. The various patches she made actually became her main source of income.
One and a half to two cents can make an old piece of clothing look new, and people start buying new clothes after the beginning of autumn, so the housewives in Wahou rummaged through boxes and cabinets to find a lot of old clothes and sent them to Luan Feng for reprocessing.
Moreover, this trend quickly began to spread, and in just a few days it had spread to the entire Jiangwei Brigade.
Even some vain women would sew patterns on their clothes, even if it wasn't holes, like matching trees on the cuffs, matching flowers on the neckline, or a big flower on the chest...
Wan Feng was once again defeated by the women's pursuit of beauty. "Can't you embroider it yourself at home? It's so stupid to waste this money."
Of course, you can only think about this in your mind. If you go out, you will be stupid.
Luan Feng's house is now crowded with people, and the girls and wives from various teams are so crowded that they can't even open the door.
With so many women, men naturally came to join in the fun. Many guys also joined in the fun. They also wanted to keep up with the fashion and put some marks on themselves.
Ever since Han Wenhai and Li Laowu put a shrimp and Ye Liangchen in the middle of their hats, you can see that almost all the guys wearing hats gave 15 cents to Luan Feng, making their hats colorful.
The most interesting thing is that one guy actually sewed a turtle pattern on his green hat.
Wan Feng chased the guy and praised his creative idea, chasing him for more than a hundred meters...
"I'm so tired." Luan Feng looked up at the night sky and sighed softly.
"I'm tired too." Wan Feng also sighed.
"You two are so idle, wandering around here and there. You are not tired at all."
"You've been lying on my back for half a minute. You must weigh over 200 pounds now, right? Are you and I tired? Get up."
"Hehehe, no."
Wan Feng turned over and pushed Luan Feng off his back.
Women just can't smile. He clearly asked her to lie on the beach for a minute, but she has been lying there for more than ten minutes and still doesn't want to get down.
Wan Feng lay on his back on the beach, trying to catch his breath, but Luan Feng turned over and lay on his chest again.
"Men and women should not touch each other, please stay away from me, okay?"
"People in love are eager to stick together, but you, a freak, are pushing them away."
"If you stick together all the time, you'll go crazy."
"Guess how many patches I sewed today?" Luan Feng asked, resting her head on Wan Feng's chest.
"How can I guess that? I'm not a fortune teller."
"I've sewn one hundred and twenty-three patches today."
Wan Feng was shocked. What the hell, is sewing patches so promising?
Each patch is calculated at 1.5 yuan, and these 123 patches are almost 20 yuan. After deducting the various costs of each patch, Luan Feng made at least more than 10 yuan, which is almost as much as he made by selling melons with a horse-drawn carriage.
"I made more than fifteen dollars today." Luan Feng couldn't help but say proudly, and her hot breath made Wan Feng feel itchy.
"So many!" This was beyond Wan Feng's expectations.
"I even found time to make two pairs of trousers today."
Sewing over a hundred patches and still making two pairs of pants? Who is this woman fighting with?
"Combining the money I made from sewing the bars a few times before, I've already earned back the money I paid for the sewing machine and even have some left over. I left it with me when I went out tonight because I was afraid I'd lose it. I'll give it to you tomorrow."
Finally, there is progress. I know that money will fall out even if I put it in my pocket. This is a welcome phenomenon.
"Talking about money is so hurtful. What's yours is mine. What's mine is mine, and what's yours is still mine."
Luan Feng agreed at first, but after thinking about it carefully, she felt something was wrong and hit Wan Feng with her fist: "Bad guy, what do you mean what's yours is yours and what's mine is yours too?"
"Won't you be mine sooner or later? Don't you agree? Oh, then I have to think about our relationship."
Luan Feng chuckled: "You always have something to say. It's so fun to be with you. You always have some unexpected words that catch people off guard."
People should live their life with happiness in mind and live happily.
Unfortunately, there is never a time of constant happiness in this world. Then Wan Feng suddenly said something that made Luan Feng fall from the hall to hell.
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