Even after class, Wan Feng didn't miss out on drawing the trademark. After he finished, he explained, "The big fish should be red, the lettering should be black, and it should be about an inch long and a finger wide. Just singe the four sides with a flame. You can trace the pattern yourself. I won't worry about how you trace it onto the fabric."
Chen Wenxin nodded.
"Let's settle the bill. If you're willing to give me the amount you've embroidered the next morning, I'll pay you."
Chen Wenxin's grades were pretty good in the class. Although she never ranked first, she was always among the top ten. It would be a shame if a girl like this didn't continue her studies now.
She is different from Luan Feng. Even if that guy studies, it is a pure waste of money and youth. He returns the lessons to the teacher before school is over. It is a relief for her to stop studying early.
Luan Feng is not stupid, on the contrary she is very smart, but she is not good at studying, and it is useless to beat her to death.
However, for a rural girl, it is good enough to have a sixth-grade cultural level, even though she only studied half of the six years.
All the homeroom teachers are talking nonsense. Zhou Wen was talking about the new semester and new atmosphere on the podium again.
Just because he wrote these big words on the blackboard, it brings about a new atmosphere?
Grandma!
The fact that Chen Wenxin didn't study began to linger in Wan Feng's mind.
Can I not study? How much money am I wasting by being trapped in this classroom? I'm not planning on going to college anyway, and even if I did, I'd have a hard time.
If you can't get into a key high school, you can only go to a vocational high school.
He knew exactly what kind of people he would be in that vocational high school. In his first year, he was full of ideals, hoping to learn something and do something. In his second year, he became mentally numb and confused. And in his third year, he had learned all kinds of messy things: smoking, drinking, gambling, dating, gang fights, and stealing...
Moreover, at that time, it was like a single-plank bridge for thousands of people to cross to enter universities. How could you expect to get into university in such an environment and such a school?
It’s better to be practical and make money first.
Isn’t this the contradiction? Can you make money by staying in school?
If you want to make money, you have to get out of school and not waste your time here.
This idea is a bit wrong, isn't it completely negative energy? In this life, we should be full of positive energy.
This is contradictory again!
Wan Feng spent the whole morning in this dilemma, and when he got out of school at noon, he still hadn't figured out what to choose.
After school at noon, I went to the carpenter shop and handed the drawings of my design to Wang He, and also made notes on some places, and then decided to pick them up after school in the afternoon.
After returning home for lunch, I went to Luan Feng's house to get a piece of cloth.
Jiang Min was very surprised to see Wan Feng: "Hey! Can't you only come at night after school starts? Why are you here at noon? Ah, is it..."
"Bullshit, I'm here to get a piece of cloth." Wan Feng interrupted Jiang Min with just one sentence.
Luan Feng chased after Wan Feng with a bowl of rice in her hand: "What are you going to do with the cloth? Does the school need the cloth?"
"One of my classmates is so poor that she's about to drop out of school. I found her some work, like embroidering labels. If she can just keep studying, maybe she'll become a university student."
"Male or female?" Luan Feng immediately asked.
This is where all my thoughts are focused.
"Can a man embroider? Stupid!" Jiang Min said steadily from the side.
"Are those two again..."
Wan Feng rolled his eyes and Luan Feng swallowed the rest of his words.
You don't need any good cloth to embroider a trademark; the defective cloth that has been washed off can be used for this purpose.
Wan Feng grabbed two pieces of cloth about two meters long and put them in his pocket.
"Don't just listen to music, work hard."
"The songs on the record aren't as good as yours. Hey! Can you sing one now?"
"I have to go to school. I don't have time to sing. What the hell?"
Open the door and run. If you don't run, Luan Feng's claws will reach out and it will be difficult to run away.
As soon as he ran out of Luan Feng's house and onto the main road, he saw Zhang Hai coming out of the team headquarters on his bicycle. As soon as he saw Wan Feng, he shouted, "Don't run, you bastard."
Wan Feng stopped by the roadside until Zhang Hai came to him.
"Where are you going?"
"Go to the brigade for a meeting. There's a message from above. I'll carry you."
This is good and saves a lot of walking.
Wan Feng jumped onto the shelf and just as he jumped into the car, he heard Zhang Hai sighing.
You jerk, why are you sighing for no reason?
"Uncle Zhang Hai, you have a serious problem. You're always sighing for no reason. It's really despicable."
"Nephew, how can I not be worried? The autumn harvest is coming soon, and we have both rice and corn. We are already short on manpower. If we send some people to harvest the crops in the mountains, the brick and tile factory's output will be greatly affected."
Wan Feng had no other choice. During the autumn harvest, the people within a radius of dozens of miles were harvesting the crops. Not only could he not hire people, but he couldn't do it even if he wanted to.
"I can't help you with this, you have to figure it out yourself."
"Rice is okay, at least the acreage is small, but corn is troublesome. You have to break it, pull it, and peel it. Especially peeling it. If you don't peel it in time, it will get hot. You have to peel all the husks off before you can store it in the warehouse and then thresh it for the public tax. So much corn requires a lot of peeling, which takes up a lot of labor."
Corn husks? Wan Feng can solve this problem. It's not difficult.
"Uncle Zhang Hai, I can't solve other problems, but husking corn is no problem. One person can husk 4,000 kilograms of corn at a time."
"What? A man who peeled 4,000 kilograms of corn in one go? Do you think I drank too much this afternoon? I'm telling you, I didn't drink a drop of alcohol. I'm completely sober."
Wan Feng believes that people should never brag unless it is absolutely necessary, as they may end up being slapped in the face.
Zhang Hai had just finished blowing the conch, and perhaps out of excitement or anger, his hand suddenly shook and his bicycle went straight into the ditch on the side of the road.
Wan Feng saw that something was wrong and jumped down and grabbed the car rack.
If the front wheel moved forward another fist, it would fall into the ditch.
There was no water in the ditch, but there was mud.
"Uncle, is this what you call being sober? If I didn't hold you back, you'd be like a sow taking a bath—covered in mud."
"This is a mistake, just to let you brag!"
"You can't get up and blame your pants for taking a ride. What does this have to do with me? Besides, how do you think I look like a braggart?"
"How can you make one person dig out 4,000 kilograms of corn per hour? Isn't that just bragging?"
"Haha, how can a sparrow understand the ambition of a swan? Let me think about this this afternoon. I'll tell you when I'm done."
After parting with Zhang Hai at the brigade gate, Wan Feng came to the school.
The campus is very quiet at noon. Students who come to school take naps in the classroom on their own initiative. The nap will not be cancelled until ten and a half months.
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