Without labor, productivity cannot be maximized. Without such high productivity, the big pancake Zhang Hai just drew might turn into a pancake, or even a cornmeal pancake.
There was no contract responsibility system in rural areas, and the labor force in each production team was basically assigned to one job. Although they were busy all day long and inefficiently, there were really no extra people.
There are many unemployed young people in the city, but the possibility of asking them to go to the countryside to do hard labor in making bricks and tiles does not exist at all.
They would rather squat at the roots of a tree and watch ants climb up the tree than come to the countryside to do this hard labor.
Zhang Hai looked at Wan Feng for help, and Wan Feng also shook his head.
For the time being, he has no solution.
Now is not the time when Wahou is most short of food. It will be the time when Luan Feng’s garment factory opens in winter.
Many girls will go into garment factories, and there will be even less manpower.
Then they started to talk about all sorts of things, like how someone from a certain team was caught playing hooligan with an old woman and had to pay her with a hen; how someone from a certain team was chased for stealing and had to wet his pants; and how someone's girl was pregnant when she got married.
Wan Feng had no interest in listening to these things. He had seen countless romantic movies, so what was there to listen to about some gossip?
Get down, put on your shoes and wander into the inner room.
It was beyond Wan Feng's expectation that there was no man in the room today. No wonder it was so quiet.
Six or seven girls were sitting on the kang, embroidering in the light of the lamp, each holding an embroidery frame.
They are not afraid of damaging their eyes even under a 25-degree light bulb.
"Can't you guys just change a bigger light bulb? It should be at least 100 degrees when I embroider at night. A 25-degree bulb will blind me and no one will want to stay in my house in the future."
Qiuyu rolled her eyes and said, "Won't a big bulb waste electricity?"
"Look at what kind of calculations you're making. You embroider to make money, don't you? If each of you gives your sister a penny a night, she'll be so happy. Each of you only spends a penny, the light is brighter, and you can embroider better. The most important thing is that your eyes don't have to suffer, and your sister doesn't have to pay for the electricity. Isn't this a win-win situation?"
These people are so stupid, they are asking for trouble by sitting in the dark.
"That's right! We can at least embroider three patterns tonight and earn 12 cents. If each of us contributes a cent, we will suffer less." Someone suggested.
"Let's buy a 100-degree bulb tomorrow to replace it, so we don't have to strain our eyes in the dark." Someone responded.
Liang Hua also held an embroidered frame and pretended to embroider.
Wan Feng came up to Liang Hua and said, "Wife, can you embroider?"
Liang Hua looked at Wan Feng with his big eyes sideways without saying a word.
"Don't keep looking at me. It hurts. I'm still the same. I haven't gotten any prettier. It's useless for you to look at me."
She originally thought I was ugly, and I must never forget this.
"If you call me wife again, I'll tell Erhou."
"What does this have to do with her?"
"Isn't Erhou your wife?"
"Whose? Please stop spreading rumors."
"Now the whole village knows how good you are." There was a hint of sourness in Liang Hua's voice.
"Jinghu, we have a good relationship, but it's limited to business. We are partners. Don't believe me? Did you see us crawling into the cornfield or blocking the curtains? You didn't see it, right? If you didn't see it, it's just a rumor. And even if Erhou is my wife, you don't have to be jealous. This doesn't prevent you from being my wife too. You can do it. When the time comes, she will be the first wife and you will be the second wife. She will light the fire and you will cook. She will serve the dishes and you will pour the wine..."
"Whoever wants to be the second wife, I want to be the first wife!" Liang Hua roared angrily.
Wan Feng laughed, and his laugh was very obscene.
The girls who were embroidering were stunned at first and then burst into laughter.
Only then did Liang Hua realize that he had been tricked!
This bastard is full of evil intentions!
After the laughter died down, Wan Feng said seriously, "Laughing is laughing, but I think Qiu Bao and Qiu Yu among you should learn some skills like cutting and making clothes when you have nothing to do. They will be useful in the future."
Before Wan Feng could finish his words, the others objected: "Why can they do it but not us?"
"Qiubao and Qiuyu can be sure of being descendants of Wa, but you can't be sure. Who knows where you will marry in the future? Teaching you will be useless after you are gone."
"Whose is it? What if we just stay in the depression?" a girl named Zhaodi retorted.
"So you have a goal in Wahou? Come out and listen. I'll give you some advice."
Zhaodi thought about it and felt like she had been tricked again.
"Even if we get married in the future, we will come back here to work?" said another girl named Xiling.
"That depends on where you marry. If you marry to the seaside, there's no way you can come back." No one would believe that someone would come back to work if they married to an island fifty or sixty miles away.
Wan Feng only has this many people now. Without sufficient manpower, he has to use all kinds of people. As for where they will marry in the future, he really can't control it.
If you want to use these people, you should start training them now, otherwise it will be too late to make the veil when they are about to get into the bridal sedan.
"I'll go back and discuss it with Luan Feng. I'll let you go to her house and learn from her in a couple of days. Even if you don't know how to sew, it would be good to learn how to cut first."
"Second Granny, you should go and learn too."
When Liang Hua heard this, she raised the embroidery needle in her hand and was about to stab Wan Feng, but Wan Feng ran out of the inner room.
Look at the time, it’s past nine o’clock, it’s time to go back.
"Uncle, aren't you going to Luan Feng's house?" Wan Feng asked when he saw that Zhu Ping had no intention of leaving.
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