After unloading the truck, Wan Feng settled the fare with Master Wei and waved goodbye to him.
As soon as the car disappeared at the entrance of the village, Wan Feng felt that his ear had fallen into the clutches of a devil.
"I'm already worried about how to digest all that artificial cotton at home, and you've brought back two truckloads of it. Did you get your head licked by a donkey on this trip to Bohai?"
Wan Feng broke out in a cold sweat. His head hadn't been licked by a donkey, but it had been licked by Jia Chunyan. What did Luan Feng mean by that? Did she know? Should he confess to her?
A gust of cold wind blew and Wan Feng shivered.
You're crazy! Confess to her! She definitely doesn't know. This must be a coincidence. Besides, there's no way you can tell anyone about this. Even your own mother can't tell it. You have to keep it secret.
Wan Feng slapped Luan Feng's hand down and said, "You know nothing! Now that we've found a new market, why are you still looking at those artificial cottons? Come here, let me introduce you to my uncle Zhang Guangdong, my master's younger brother."
"Hello, Uncle Zhang!" Luan Feng immediately put away her ferocious look and transformed into a lady.
It's just not clear what rayon has to do with this guy.
"The clothing I brought to Bohai this time was sold through him. His wife, also known as my aunt, sold the five ski jackets we sent in just three hours, and she even got a high price for them."
"Really?" Luan Feng was surprised.
Among the clothes she makes now, apart from the custom-made suits, the most profitable ones are the ski jackets. She makes a few cents for a pair of pants, a few dollars for a piece of clothing, and more than three dollars for a ski jacket. She still likes making ski jackets very much, as they don't require much more effort than making clothes.
"He came with me this time to pick up the goods, but he has to catch the last bus back tomorrow, so you should go back now and arrange for a few people to make ski jackets."
"Okay!" Luan Feng turned around and ran back to the workshop to immediately assign people to make ski jackets.
The material warehouse was filled to the brim with this artificial cotton, leaving only a passage for people to pass through.
"Zhang Xian, take those three sewing machines to the finished goods warehouse. I'll install them later."
Wan Feng took Zhang Guangdong from the material warehouse into the sewing workshop.
As soon as Zhang Guangdong entered the sewing room, he was so surprised that his tongue stuck out.
"I didn't expect you to be so big. You've turned this place into a small garment factory."
"It won't work now. The scale is still small. To be a real garment factory, it needs at least a hundred machines, and we are still far from that."
Zhang Guangdong stuck out his tongue. This guy may be young, but he has great ambitions.
After Wan Feng took Zhang Guangdong around the workshop, he asked Zhang Xian to take him to Zhang Guangpu's house. With such heavy snow today, Zhang Guangpu should not go to Qingshan and would most likely be at home.
After Zhang Guangdong and Zhang Xian left, Wan Feng went to the finished product warehouse to install the sewing machines.
Because now clothes are sold in batches as soon as they are made, there is no backlog at all, so this finished product warehouse has become a grocery store, with a lot of messy things but not a single piece of clothing.
Except for Jiang Min who was still making suits, Luan Feng mobilized all the veterans to make ski jackets, and the six apprentices from Waqian and Xiaoshutun were assigned to make trousers.
They are not very good at making clothes, but they have no problem making pants.
Zhang Guangdong has to return tomorrow, and the only things left at home are the three ski jackets she made in a careless manner this morning. It's impossible to do anything with them.
From now until ten o'clock in the evening, she has to rush out at least twenty ski jackets, which means three per person. This task is not too difficult.
The women were busy making clothes, while Wan Feng began to install the three sewing machines. By dark, the three sewing machines were installed and moved into the sewing room.
The sewing room is finally full now. Although there is still space for more than ten sewing machines, Wan Feng thinks that this is all for this year.
Now there are enough machines, but not enough people.
Luan Feng, Jiang Min, Zhu Yan, Jiang Xue, the original three who joined with machines, and Li Erman and three others who came later, make up a total of ten people. It will take a few days for the six girls from Waqian and Xiaoshutun to officially become apprentices. If Gu Qiaoling is included, there are only seventeen people in the group, and there are still five machines idle.
Do I need to draw these five people myself?
"Your second mother-in-law asked you to take the exam tomorrow, don't forget." Luan Feng said seriously.
These words sounded full of charm coming from her mouth.
"Ah! The exam is coming up so soon?"
"Today is January 4th, and it's only a month until New Year's Eve. How fast is it?"
Damn, it’s already the twelfth lunar month!
Wan Feng went out and used Luan Feng's cart to push his three huge shoulder bags to his grandmother's house.
He was sweating profusely after just this short distance of more than 600 meters, which shows how heavy the three large backpacks were.
The box he used to have was no longer able to hold all his goods.
Before going to purchase goods this time, he had the foresight to ask Wang He to make him a large box. It was made of half-inch thick wooden boards with eight iron-wrapped corners, and the front was locked with a large brass iron lock.
This comes in handy.
This big box can hold 2,300 electronic watches, and the original small box can only hold more than 3,000 watches. The remaining 500 watches have to be temporarily placed in grandma's big cabinet.
He had to put the tape recorder and other miscellaneous things in his bag and lock it with a small padlock, and he threw the dozen or so decks of playing cards into the pot pit and burned them as grass, of course, when grandma wasn't paying attention.
We can't let this stuff get out, it will cause big trouble.
After dinner, Wan Feng and his uncle came to Liang Wan's house.
Ever since Jiang Xue went back to Luan Feng's house to make clothes, his uncle also resumed his habit of playing in the ditch at night.
There were quite a few members of the Liang Wan family gathered tonight, playing poker around the table, a game of rolling balls that Wan Feng had taught them, so naturally they couldn't win any money.
Liang Wan, Chen Cang, Zhang Hai, and Wu Cheng were arguing with their faces flushed with anger about whether it was you who beat the worse fighter or me. Yang Qilang and several other young men were adding steel and fueling the fire, fearing that the world would not be in chaos.
Seeing the small feet in his eyes, Zhu Ping pushed Wu Cheng aside and said, "Give it to me. Whoever you play poker with must be pissed off to death."
Wu Cheng was not happy with this: "It seems like you made a very fragrant aroma, but why do you always get picked at the bottom of the aroma?"
When Zhang Hai saw Wan Feng coming, he threw the poker in his hand to Yang Qilang and pulled Liang Wan off the table.
"You guys move the table to the end of the kang and play, we'll chat."
The table was moved to the end of the kang, and Wan Fengshangkeng and Zhang Hai were talking nonsense.
"Nephew, all the good land in the team has been distributed, and there's still some thin land in the South and West Ridges left that no one wants. What do you think we should do?"
"How many can there be?"
"There are probably several hundred acres. These lands are all on the mountain. If we don't conserve water in the summer, the per-acre yield is very low. No one wants them."
Of course, no one wants land with low yields, but we can't just let it go to waste.
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