Hearing that a young man named Wan Feng was looking for him outside, Xiao Dexiang said something to the workshop director and ran out briskly.
Wa Houren is now their God of Wealth. They have taken on a lot of work from Wa Hou in private recently, and his circle of brothers have made a lot of money.
In such a commune-run enterprise, if you don't borrow money for personal gain and rely entirely on your salary, you will become poor. Therefore, most workers in township-run enterprises have engaged in personal gain to some extent.
The rewards range from a pack of cigarettes to a bottle of wine, there's nothing strange about it.
But for someone like Xiao Dexiang to take on such a big job requires skill. It is obviously not something that can be completed by one person. Even the workshop director gets a share of the profits.
All this was thanks to the young man named Wan Feng, so as soon as Xiao Dexiang heard Wan Feng calling him, he ran out immediately.
The two men squatted by the ditch outside the gate of the machinery factory, and Xiao Dexiang looked at the drawings brought by Wan Feng.
"I just drew this thing randomly with a pen. It's not standard, but the general idea of the principle and structure is drawn. You can correct it yourselves."
"It's just a frame with a short axle. The short axle will be used to press the wheels in the future. It's no problem."
"Also, give me a few charcoal irons, three or four of them."
How can you make clothes without an iron? In Wan Feng's opinion, the old-fashioned electric irons are very expensive and consume a lot of electricity. This is not the problem. The main problem is that there is a serious shortage of electricity in rural areas. Power outages occur at any time, and an electric iron is just a piece of scrap iron once it has no power.
An iron that burns charcoal fire will not have this effect, and it is also easy to make. Just find a foundry to make a mold, pour out the molten iron, and grind it into a flat surface, and you're done.
"Just tell me how much it costs when you're done. I can pick it up at the market, okay?"
Xiao Dexiang thought for a moment and nodded: "No problem."
It took more than an hour to finish these things, and Wan Feng estimated that Yan Shufang's pants were almost done.
Luan Feng has already cut the fabrics, and the people in the garment group just need to sew them together. The four sewing machines in the garment group can make four pairs of pants at a time, so a pair of pants should be sewn in just over ten minutes.
Wan Feng came to the garment department, and everything was almost the same as he expected. Not only were the pants made, but the people in the garment department also ironed a straight line for them.
After all, it is the family members who bring the benefits.
It was around 3:30 when we got back to the depression.
Now there are only Luan Feng and Jiang Min left in her house. Those who came to work have dispersed. Both of them are busy working on the sewing machine, sewing children's clothes.
Wan Feng threw the bag onto the kang.
"Ah? You took it back again? My master is not here?" Luan Feng screamed. She didn't even think that these pants were finished.
"exist."
"Are they busy?"
"I'm so bored that I'm almost dripping with oil."
"Then how did you get your pants back?"
Luan Feng jumped out from behind the sewing machine like a cat, walked to the edge of the kang and took out all the pants from the cloth bag.
"Hey, it's done! You didn't do it when it was done? I told you to play dumb." He swung the empty cloth bag and hit Wan Feng.
"I'm hungry, but I'm not talkative. It seems like I didn't eat lunch." He really didn't eat lunch today.
"Ah, it's not early for you if you haven't eaten yet. I'll make you whatever you want."
Wan Feng immediately perked up: "I want to eat crabs and stewed fish."
The smile on Luan Feng's face began to fade like a night-blooming jasmine encountering sunlight.
“Stir-fried pork with tofu skin and candied bean curd…”
"Die!"
Luan Feng roared and turned back to the sewing machine.
Candied to death? What kind of dish is this?
Jiang Min, who usually spoke softly, suddenly laughed like a walking tractor.
Wan Feng's kidneys started to ache after hearing this.
This isn't right. How come Jiang Min seemed to have changed in just a few hours? Even his temperament became a little rougher.
This laughter, this is simply a tomboy. Where is your slow and gentle voice?
It’s over, this kid has learned bad things!
Wan Feng felt compelled to give Jiang Min some advice: "Sister Jiang Min, just focus on making clothes here and don't worry about anything else. Listen to me, don't try to imitate Luan Feng in everything. It's easy to fall into trouble. Remember?"
"How could I fall into the ditch if I didn't go out?" Jiang Min asked in confusion, tilting his head.
You see, simple girls are so cute. Their brain cells are all odd and their thoughts are not complicated at all.
"It's easy for you to be led astray by her if you learn from her."
"No, although Feng Meizi is a little hot, she is a good person. She won't lead me into any trouble."
Wan Feng was furious. They both grew up eating corn porridge and were about the same age, so how could there be a generation gap between them?
Luan Feng was laughing so hard that she fell over the sewing machine and couldn't straighten her back.
It was then that Wan Feng discovered that Luan Fengjin was wearing a tight half-sleeved dress, and her dress with white stripes on the shoulders was now worn by Jiang Min.
This is not a problem. Jiang Min's clothes are indeed unwearable. Even in the countryside, there are no girls wearing clothes with several patches, so it is not inappropriate for her to wear Luan Feng's clothes.
The question is where did Luan Feng get this dress from?
The fabric was obviously one of those that Wan Feng had bought, and the style of the clothes was one of the styles he drew just for Luan Feng's reference. This style was a bit revealing in the 1980s and was not suitable for wearing outside, so Wan Feng drew it just for Luan Feng to see.
I didn't expect that this guy actually secretly made one for himself and wore it. There is nothing wrong with wearing it at home and not going out.
This dress perfectly outlines Luan Feng's slender waist, and coupled with her curved hips as she sits on the stool, it creates a tempting picture that is enough to turn people upside down and reborn. Especially the shaking caused by her smile, which actually created a strong visual impact on Wan Feng like a wave.
Just like that time by the river where he couldn't help himself.
Wan Feng felt a reaction in a certain part of his body. You useless thing, I'm sitting on the kang as steady as a rock, and you're just getting so excited.
Isn't this tempting to commit a crime? I'm not a saint.
But although Luan Feng's mother was not at home, Jiang Min was here, like a big, shining light bulb.
It seems that letting Jiang Min live in Luan Feng's house is a strategic mistake.
You cannot behave like an animal when there is a light bulb present. You must divert your attention, because if you don't divert your attention, you might not even dare to stand up.
The man who stood up with the tent on his head was thrown into the house of his grandmother.
"Luan Feng, how many finished products have you made so far?"
When Wan Feng asked a serious question, Luan Feng stopped smiling.
"I made seven or eight pairs of pants myself, and maybe six pairs of children's clothes."
Seventeen or eighteen pairs of pants and six pieces of clothing. These things should be sold out in one go. We can't just pile them up at home.
Calculate the cost and try selling it on the street tomorrow.
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