Luan Feng hurried out of the house, holding a piece of clothing in her hand.
"Take this coat with you. It's getting cold now, so don't catch a cold." She put the coat on Wan Feng.
Wan Feng waved his hand and pushed the clothes aside. What's wrong with this woman? She asked him to wear thick clothes. Is he not having a fever?
"It's just a little cooler in the morning and evening, but it'll still be hot when the sun comes out. What are you doing with clothes? Take them back!"
"Isn't it cold in the car?"
"You won't be cold in the car. Take it away."
"Hmph! I mean well, but I'm not gentle at all." Luan Fengsheng complained.
"Who said I wasn't gentle? I was very gentle when I examined you."
Luan Feng blushed: "Rogue!"
"Come here, I want to ask you something."
Luan Feng came up to Wan Feng and asked, "What's the matter?"
"Have you ever told anyone else about you and me, like Jiang Min?"
"What are you telling others?" Luan Feng was more confused than Zheng
"It's about me touching your speaker two nights ago."
"Hotspeaker? Where do I even have a horn?"
This woman is so stupid sometimes.
Wan Feng made a "rubbing" motion on his chest with his hands.
Luan Feng understood and her face flushed: "Bah! You are talking nonsense, what kind of words are you talking about!"
Then his eyes widened: "I am so stupid to tell others such a thing! How dare you ask me, you bastard? I will ignore you."
After that, she turned around and went home with her beautiful waist twisted.
Wan Feng was relieved. He had no chance to be the protagonist in the rural erotic history. Not only the protagonist, but also the supporting roles were gone.
He knew that Luan Feng was the kind of person who was confused about small matters but clear about big ones, so how could he let himself be the protagonist?
Yang Hong's tractor, loaded with bricks, came rumbling over and stopped in front of Wan Feng.
Wan Feng pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and threw it to Yang Hong: "Master Yang, we have to go to Gushan today to pull a few cart frames."
Yang Hong tore open the cigarette given by Wan Feng and put it in his mouth. Xiao Jun, who was sitting on the wing of the car, struck a match and lit it for Yang Hong.
Yang Hong said in a daze: "No problem, it's still a machinery factory."
"Um!"
Wan Feng answered as he threw the bag of clothes onto the truck bed and jumped into the truck.
Xiao Jun also got off the wing and got on the trailer, and the two of them sat down against the guardrail.
The tractor started up again.
"You've been working on this for three days now, right? How's it going?" Wan Feng took out a handful of melon seeds from his pocket and gave them to Xiao Jun. The two guys chatted while eating melon seeds.
Xiao Jun stretched out his right hand: "How are you? Look at the blisters on your hands."
Blisters when installing bricks usually appear on the tips of the index finger, middle finger and ring finger, with the middle finger being the most seriously affected, mainly due to pinching with brick clamps.
"Is it really work if it doesn't cause blisters? If you rub it twice more, there won't be blisters anymore." Wan Feng said nonsense.
"What! I have to wear it out twice? Oh my god..."
"Don't call mom, it's useless. Your mom can't hear you. How can your body handle it?"
"It's OK. The first two days were tough. Today I'm much faster. I loaded a thousand bricks in less than forty minutes."
"When you can load a thousand bricks in half an hour, you'll be considered a pro. Did Master Yang teach you anything about tractors?"
"I told him some of them when we were chatting, but I couldn't remember most of them." Xiao Jun felt a little embarrassed.
This is normal, unless you are a genius.
But are there people who follow tractors to pull bricks?
"It will be fine slowly. Did you buy something to eat for your target?"
"I bought some candy for ten cents a day ago, and I bought a steamed bun on the street yesterday."
“How’s the effect?”
"He loves me better than his father."
The two men let out a lewd laugh.
At half past seven, Yang Hong parked the tractor in front of the gate of Gushan Machinery Factory.
Xiao Dexiang gave the bicycle frame and pass to the gatekeeper and placed them at the factory gate.
After Wan Feng and Xiao Jun loaded the four frames onto the truck bed, the tractor turned around and headed towards the county town.
Around 20 minutes later, the tractor arrived at the place agreed with Xia Qiulong. Xia Qiulong and his wife were already waiting there, along with a cart.
"Brother, I knew you would come today. Look how smart I am!" Xia Qiulong did not forget to brag about himself while welcoming Wan Feng.
What's so smart about this? Even a fool knows that he can come to the county town on Sunday.
Xia Qiulong took all the things under the car, and Wan Feng said goodbye to Xiao Jun and jumped out of the car.
"How much?" Xin Li asked straight to the point. The quantity of the goods was what she cared about most now. Although these two were a little more, it was still not enough.
"Eighty."
"Oh! It's too little. Even if you have 200 now, I can sell them." Xin Li sighed and counted out 120 yuan to Wan Feng.
"There's nothing we can do about it. We're already working overtime. Eight out of ten sewing machines are working on trousers."
"What about the other two?"
"One is an apprentice, and the other is making wedding gowns and other clothes for others. They can't sell them out, except for these clothes."
Wan Feng took out a few clothes from another bag and showed them to Xin Li. These were clothes made for Bai Liyun's circle of friends.
"Wow! That's really nice. Why don't you make some for me to sell?"
"I'm afraid you won't be able to sell them. These are clothes that are only worth ten or twenty yuan. Can you sell them?"
Xin Li thought carefully for a minute and shook her head: "Even if it can be sold, it will take a long time. After all, it's too expensive."
"Sister-in-law, you can push the clothes back on the cart yourself. Let my brother help me deliver these carts to Jiang Hongguo."
Wan Feng and Xia Qiulong each carried a bicycle frame in one hand and walked towards Jiang Hongguo.
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