Xia Qiulong moved a wheelchair into the house, and Jiang Hongguo started assembling it without stopping. He installed the guide wheels first, and put the two guide wheels on in seconds, and then installed the push wheels.
"Brother Jiang, are these four shelves enough for you to assemble this week?"
"I won't do this either. It might not be enough."
This sentence makes a lot of sense, but if you think about it carefully, it means nothing.
"Well, regardless of whether you can use them or not, I'll go back and place an order for five and make them first. If they're not enough, go to the roadside and tell the tractor that delivers bricks to our village. If you tell us this morning, they might deliver it this afternoon. I have other things to do, so I won't stay here."
"Leaving so soon? Don't you want to have lunch before leaving, brother?"
"You still want to eat lunch? I'm busier than the president right now, so I don't need to eat."
After leaving Jianghong State, Xia Qiulong asked doubtfully, "Brother, what is the president? Why are you busier than the president?"
Wan Feng was stunned, then he remembered that Xia Qiulong and the others had no idea what the president was.
"The president is the biggest bucket of water." Wan Feng laughed and left, leaving Xia Qiulong confused in the wind: Why is the big bucket of water so busy?
Wan Feng had four things to do this morning, so he had to move quickly and not stay long in each place.
Now he has done two things. He and Xin Li delivered the truck frame to Jiang Hongguo. Now he is doing the third thing, which is to deliver some of the clothes made for the wives of officials to Bai Liyun's house.
There was no need for Xia Qiulong to accompany him when delivering the clothes, and he didn't need a bodyguard.
Wan Feng cautiously stuck his head into the open gate of Bai Liyun's house. His biggest wish was not to see Zhou Binghua, and even better was not to see Huaer washing clothes.
Because the clothes he promised to give to Huaer did not come true and he forgot about it.
You can't blame him for this, everyone has forgotten something!
Luck always favors those who are prepared. Wan Feng did not see the flowers because he was fully prepared.
The yard was empty.
Wan Feng breathed a sigh of relief, finally he didn't have to deal with Huaer's unreasonable behavior.
"Godmother!" Wan Feng called out when he entered the house. Wouldn't it be unlucky if his godmother was dating someone at home and he rushed in?
Although I know that this situation will never happen, I am not willing to give up.
Facts proved that Wan Feng's mentality was too dark. There was only one person in the room. Bai Liyun was combing her hair by the window and putting on makeup in front of the mirror.
"Wan! You're here!"
"Godmother, where is Sister Huaer?"
"I ran out early in the morning to watch a movie with my coworkers."
This is good, completely clean.
Wan Feng walked into the house, took off the backpack from his shoulder, and took out eight sets of clothes from it.
"Godmother, I gave eight sets of clothes and made eight sets."
"Huh? You've only made this much. This is only one-third."
"When making these clothes, you have to be very careful and not sloppy. We have people who specialize in making these clothes for you. They can make one set at a time, which is better than making eight sets."
In fact, Jiang Min did not specialize in making these clothes. She sometimes helped to sew pants.
Wan Feng is just trying to flatter himself and prove that I didn't lie when making clothes for you. They can't see it anyway.
"Yes, yes! The people in my circle are all well-known and influential. It doesn't matter if it's a little expensive, as long as it's done well. Let me take a look."
"This is Cao Yuling's, this is Guan Xianghua's, this is Yu Xiaoyan's..." There was a note in each set of clothes with the name of the owner written on it.
Bai Liyun checked the eight sets of clothes that Wan Feng brought and put them away with a relieved look.
"Don't mention it, those sluts wanted to come eight times just to see if the clothes were ready."
"I'll try to get them all delivered next week. Actually, I've got a few more sets made at home, but they haven't been ironed yet. Oh, and I saw my godfather at the construction site on Wednesday afternoon. He was going to a meeting, and he looked so dashing in his new suit. Godmother, when he gets home tonight, I'll make sure to keep a close eye on him and interrogate him if necessary. He might even have his wife following him."
Wan Feng always wanted to slander Zhou Bingde in front of Bai Liyun. For some reason, he always felt that Zhou Bingde would be happy if Bai Liyun took care of him.
But he also knew that it was a waste of effort. People at that time, even those in officialdom, were still very simple. Having a meal was considered a simple pleasure, and they generally didn't dare to have an affair.
Problems with work style are more serious than mistakes in eating.
"Go! Stop poking fun at me."
Bahuo means to sow discord.
"Now that you mentioned suits, I remember that your godfather was wearing that very suit at the meeting. He became the focus of the whole audience. Many cadres asked where your godfather made it and how much it cost. He has a lot of suits to make, so let me ask."
As long as you throw the hook, there will always be a big fish that takes it. The Big Fish brand suits are not called that for nothing.
"Godmother, making a suit like this would cost at least thirty, because it takes so much work. There are so many steps involved in making a suit."
"Okay, Godmother knows. I'll charge you thirty-five for each set."
That’s five more dollars!
"Please remember to ask for their clothing sizes. When Sister Huaer comes back, tell her that the dress I promised her is still a little unfinished. I'll bring it to her next week."
The third thing is also completed, and the last and most important thing is left.
Wan Feng and Yang Hong agreed to ask him to wait for him in Miaoling. Now a problem arises: how can he get to Miaoling?
This is Nandapo. The reason why it is called Nandapo is naturally because it is on the south side of Hongya. The key is that Miaoling is in the northwest corner of Hongya. Although the Hongya County at that time was not one-fifth the size of the county in later generations, the distance from Nandapo to Miaoling was no less than four miles.
If he walked this distance, it would be too late to wait for Yang Hong's tractor.
Xia Qiulong had already ridden his bike to the construction site, so it was no longer possible for him to carry him to Miaoling.
Wan Feng stood on the street and looked around in confusion, when he saw a young man riding a bicycle towards him with his arms and legs bared.
What are you doing with so many people on the street? Wan Feng stood by the road, watching the guy rushing towards him. When he saw the bicycle was about to reach him, Wan Feng fell down.
"My legs! My legs!" Wan Feng sat on the ground, hugging his legs and looking in pain.
The young man on the scooter was startled and hurriedly ran to Wan Feng: "Oh, there's no child in the crash!"
"My legs won't move. I want to go home."
"Where do you live? Can I take you back?"
"Okay! My family lives in Shuangtuimo."
"Can you stand up now?"
Of course I can stand up. How can I get on the bus without standing up?
Wan Feng supported his body with one leg, barely stood up, and then got on the seat with seemingly great effort.
"Are you seated?"
"Sit down."
The young man stepped on the pedal with his left foot, pushed off the ground with his right foot, and then stepped forward to get on the seat.
When faced with difficulties, the difference between smart people and fools is revealed.
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