Zhang Hai was lying on the kang, drawing something on a kang table.
Wan Feng walked into his house and threw his leather shoes onto the kang: "Try it on."
Zhang Hai looked at the paper bag in confusion: "What's that?"
Wan Feng held the bottom of the paper bag and turned it upside down. A pair of shiny leather shoes fell out with a clatter.
Zhang Hai's eyes immediately flashed like fireflies: "For me? Does this count as corrupting officials?"
"Do you want it? If you don't want it, I'll give it to someone else. It's useless to talk nonsense."
"Only a fool would."
Zhang Hai picked up the shoes and put them on: "Oh, they're a little too big."
Damn, this guy is not short, but I didn’t expect his feet are not big. The size 43 shoes are still too big!
"A thick pair of socks with multiple layers of cotton padding is fine."
"That makes sense."
Zhang Hai put his leather shoes aside and pushed the blueprint he had drawn on the table in front of Wan Feng.
"Take a look and give me some advice."
The picture was drawn with crayons used by elementary school students, and the colorful colors are very eye-catching.
Wan Feng felt a surge of shock in his heart as he looked at Zhang Hai's drawing.
Could this be the long-lost Picasso's "Crazy Style" painting? When did this guy learn the true art from that foreigner?
If Lao Bi knew about Zhang Hai’s paintings in the afterlife, would he be so angry that he would come back to life?
"Tell me what are you drawing?"
"This is an aerial view of the future development of our Wahou Production Team. This circle represents the total area of the Wahou team. This wavy line is the Yinna River. These two vertical bars are the East Ridge and the West Ridge. Here are the fish ponds, here are the future industrial sites, here are the greenhouses and orchards to be built, and here is the brick and tile factory..."
Oh shit, this turns out to be an aerial view of the development plan of the Wahou Production Team. Wan Feng thought it was a plate of sunflowers bitten by insects!
Only then did Wan Feng understand Zhang Hai's grand blueprint.
"West Ridge will be used for greenhouses and orchards in the future. South Ridge can also be considered in the same way, but what will be done with East Ridge? It's in a shady location and it seems like it can't be used for anything."
Dongling is what Wanfeng calls Xiaonanshan, because from the perspective of Dongtou, Dongling is on the south side of Dongtou, but from the perspective of the ditch, it is on the east side.
Zhang Hai was worried about Dongling.
The west slope of Dongling, where Luan Feng's family lives, is in the shade. No matter in summer or winter, the sun usually shines on the west slope after eight o'clock. No one is willing to come here even to build a house. The harvest from growing crops on this slope is not as good as that from other plots of land.
Luan Feng's family is the only one in Dongling. Wan Feng has no idea why Luan Changyuan built his house here with the mentality of planting a separate tree.
"Since it's useless, why not plant some ordinary trees and some flowers and plants in the future, and develop Dongling into a small park as a place for entertainment and leisure for the people of Wa. What do you think?"
Zhang Hai was stunned: "As an entertainment venue, isn't this a bit ridiculous?"
Do rural areas need entertainment venues?
"That's absolutely true. In the future, the East Ridge will be developed into a place for people to go up and exercise. The confluence of the East Ridge and the South Ridge and the entire South Ridge will be built with houses."
Zhang Hai was confused again: "We are farmers. We work every day. Why do we need to exercise? Besides, I am planning to plant fruit trees on that barren slope in Nanling. Who will live in all those houses you built?"
"Who will they house? Uncle Zhang Hai, you have to be prepared for tens of thousands of people to flock to Jiangwei in the future. With so many people coming, you're going to let them live in shacks?"
Once Waihou becomes famous and has various industries, it will bring in a large number of migrant population. If Wan Feng's prediction is correct, the population of Jiangwei will increase tenfold or even a hundredfold within ten years.
Not to mention tens of thousands of people, perhaps tens of thousands of people may pour in, and the number of floating population every day may be thousands.
At that time, the area from the team headquarters to Luan Feng's home near the dirt road will become the golden land behind the depression.
The southern part of the unfinished building will become the most luxurious hotel in Wahou in the future.
However, Wan Feng could not explain all this in detail to Zhang Hai, and even if he did, he would not understand.
As for physical exercise, people's lives have changed since then. How can one have a big belly without physical exercise?
By then, how could the limited land in Dongling be enough? Maybe the big bend in the mountain on the Nandashan side will be developed into a park.
But that will be decades later.
Zhang Hai thought that what Wan Feng said was nonsense. With tens of thousands of people pouring into this poor place of Wahou, he didn't know whether others believed it or not, but he didn't believe it anyway. Even if it came from the mouth of Wan Feng, whom he always obeyed, he wouldn't believe it.
Luan Feng suddenly announced a holiday on the afternoon of the 25th day of the twelfth lunar month.
She paid everyone their final month's wages and also gave everyone a New Year's gift package.
The gifts in the gift package include a box of pearl cream, hand cream, foundation cream, a small mirror, a bunch of exquisite key chains, and those hard plastic bracelets.
These are all things that women like.
Then Wan Feng drove a tractor to take them home.
Erman, Lanzhi, Xinghua and Hao Qing were sitting in the front of the car, leaving Zhang Xian alone in the bed.
When the car reached the other side of the sand, Zhang Xian and Hao Qing got off the car, and Wan Feng turned east to Xia Sun's house.
"Three sisters, how much money have you earned in the past few months?"
These three women have been working for Luan Feng for three or four months, and now they earn thirty to forty yuan each month.
"We're all about the same, around 150 yuan."
"More than four months is not a small amount. If it's a year, six or seven hundred should be no problem, right?"
"It should be no problem. Sister Lanzhi will probably reach fifty in a month in a few days. The two of us may be slower."
"You guys are on vacation now. Did your wooden lovers give you any gifts?"
Wan Feng has taken care of those three girls. Please give them something during the New Year. If you don’t have anything, just give them some money. Don’t let them think that we guys in Wahou are all wooden.
The three women fell silent, looking at each other.
"Look at you two, you're still hiding something at this point. My eldest aunt might have even gone to your respective families to propose marriage."
"Er Man said first that she was the first one to hook up with the descendants of Wa."
Er Man immediately quit: "Why should I speak first? You two should speak first."
Judging from their reactions, Jiang Wen, Jiang Xishui and Yuan Zhuzi all gave gifts, but we don’t know what they were.
"Okay, you don't have to say anything. I get it. Now let's talk about the important issue. Your respective families may not agree. You should be mentally prepared. If they agree, everything will be fine. If they don't agree, what should you do?"
The three women had never considered this question.
"Yeah, what if my family doesn't agree? I can't just smuggle the package into someone else's house. How can I hold my head up high in this life then?"
Going to the man's house with a bag in your hand refers to a marriage where your wife's parents do not agree with your wife going to the man's house without your permission, which is a bit like elopement.
In the era when marriages were arranged by parents and matchmakers, this kind of marriage was not recognized by the public. Even if you had a marriage certificate, it would be considered immoral and would be criticized by both the man's family and your wife's family.
Wan Feng also doesn't want this to happen.
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