Of course Wan Feng couldn't look at Luan Feng. It would be boring if he looked at her every day. What was the point?
But it would seem even more boring if I didn't look at her. No one else was as pretty as Luan Feng, and they were all in the same team. It would be embarrassing to see each other all the time, let alone make some comments.
However, it is worth watching Chen Wenxin mixed in. She has developed well this year and has begun to have the qualifications to be a little fairy. It's a pity that we can't see her shaking her butt in a long skirt. I wonder what it would look like if she shook her butt?
Chen Wenxin was admitted as an exception because of her pretty appearance and young age, and was even in the first three rows. I heard that she danced the yangge very well.
The eighth day of the first lunar month is the day when the brigade goes to work. The yangko troupe will perform in the brigade yard to express New Year's greetings and to wish for good weather, good harvests, etc.
In fact, to use Wan Feng's explanation, he is just showing off. Look, I made a lot of money last year. Are you envious?
If they want to show off, they have to look presentable, so this year the Wahou Yangko Team is very large, with twenty people on stilts leading the way in the front, and more than thirty or forty people dancing the Yangko at the back. All the young men in Wahou who are nimble were recruited.
Even so, there were still people who were eyeing Wan Feng, saying that he had a talent for dancing and wanted him to join a yangko troupe to dance yangko.
Wan Feng shook his head like a stormy sea and firmly refused.
You want me to act like a monkey for you? There are no doors or windows!
The stilts and yangge dance are performed in the front, and the suona and gongs and drums are played in the back.
Zhang Hai beat the drum, Liang Wan and Wang Xiping played the flute... Kouhu played the suona, Yang Qilang's third brother beat the gong, Luan Changyuan played the cymbals, and there were two people carrying the drums.
Zhang Hai beat the drum with great vigor and his arms danced with great power.
Wan Feng followed them listlessly, his eyes always on Zhang Hai's waving arms. He was very worried that Zhang Hai would throw the two drumsticks away.
It wouldn't be a big deal if the two drumsticks flew out, but it would be fun if he threw both arms out.
A group of people also gathered at the gate of the compound. They were from Xiaoshutun. As soon as the yangko team passed the ditch at the north end of Xiaoshutun village, the two thousand-bang whips at the gate of the brigade began to crackle.
The yangko team twisted into the yard amid the sound of firecrackers, and circled around the brigade's yard, singing and dancing, creating a very lively atmosphere.
Wan Feng looked around and finally saw Xu Meilin also gathered in the crowd, trying hard to stand on tiptoe and stretch her neck.
She is so small that she can't even see by standing on a stool.
"Xiaolin, come here." Wan Feng called Xu Meilin twice.
When Xu Meilin saw Wan Feng, she ran over from behind the crowd and said, "Brother Feng, I can't see!"
Wan Feng led her to Liang Wan, who was playing the trumpet, from where they could see the scene.
"How much money did your mother give you for the New Year?"
"Er Mao!"
"Ah! Only two cents?"
"My brother also gave me fifty cents."
It’s only 70 cents.
Damn, how could my partner in my previous life have such a cold New Year's Eve?
Wan Feng reached into his pocket and found that there was still one red envelope left. He took it out and put it into Xu Meilin's hand.
Xu Meilin had never seen a red envelope before. She opened the seal and took a peek. It contained a large bill that she had never seen before.
She had seen one-yuan and two-yuan notes, and she also recognized the five-yuan note that Brother Feng had given her, but this one was obviously different from those notes.
Is this a ten-yuan note?
Brother Feng gave her ten yuan!
"Don't tell your mom and dad, don't even tell your brother. Keep it for yourself and buy something nice to eat."
Xu Meilin nodded firmly, like a strong-willed warrior.
Wan Feng doesn't even like to watch American blockbusters and is even tired of Japanese romance movies. It would be strange if he didn't yawn after watching this group of demons dancing for dozens of minutes.
Just when his mouth was yawning to the maximum, Wan Feng turned around accidentally and saw a person at the entrance of the brigade.
So his mouth remained open like a hippopotamus, but unfortunately there was no bird to clean his teeth.
The next moment Wan Feng left the crowd and came to the man who was looking around.
"Happy New Year!"
Li Taixian saw a smile on Wan Feng's face.
"Looking at the smile on your face, I think you have good news for me. Come, let's talk at the foot of the wall."
Wan Feng pulled Li Taixian to the foot of a wall where the sun was shining and the wind was sheltered. He took out a pack of Da Zhongjiu cigarettes, tore it open, took out a cigarette and handed it to Li Taixian, and then he also put one in his mouth.
"Aren't you going to buy equipment from our Lifang Rubber Shoe Factory? I've asked around, and the equipment is 5,000 yuan per set, plus 2,000 yuan for some raw materials and unsold products in the warehouse, for a total of 7,000 yuan."
This price was about the same as Wan Feng's estimate, or even a little lower. He estimated it would be at least around eight or nine cents.
"Where's the person I want?"
"I've also found a glue mixer. He wants 60 yuan a month, including food and lodging. Otherwise, he won't come. The shoe shaper wants 40 yuan a month."
In fact, the most critical thing in producing rubber shoes is the blending of the shoe glue. If the glue on a pair of shoes is not up to standard and keeps coming apart, how can the product be sold?
As for other things, Wan Feng didn't take them seriously.
He is knowledgeable about shoe patterns and shoe shapes and can design them himself. As for sewing the uppers, it is even easier. Although the machines for sewing uppers and sewing machines look different, the principles are similar and you can sew them with a little bit of familiarity.
As long as the glue mouth problem is solved, the rest will be no problem.
"How many Jiefang trucks do you think it would take to pull all that equipment and materials?"
Li Taixian scratched his head. "I'm not entirely sure about that. I estimate that if we try to pull them all back at once, we'll probably need at least ten or eight vehicles."
The car is not a problem. If all else fails, it’s no big deal to hire Eryun’s car.
"Go back and tell the glue mixer that money is not a problem. If he's willing, he can settle down in Wahou."
Li Taixian sneered: "Our Lifang is at least a large commune. Will he settle down here?"
"Don't look down on us, Wahou. I tell you, within five years you'll find Wahou is just as good as the commune. Within ten years, Wahou might even look like Qingshan Town. By then, it will be very difficult to settle here."
Li Taixian simply didn't believe Wan Feng's big promises. It was possible to reach the scale of the commune, but it was impossible to achieve the style of Qingshan Town. After all, that was a proper town.
Li Taixian did not stay in Wahou, he was in a hurry to go back.
Wan Feng lent him his bicycle and asked him to ride it to Gushan Commune to find a man named Xiao Jun, and then drop the bicycle off at his house.
Finally, Wan Feng told Li Taixian that he would send a car to pick up the equipment after the 15th, and asked him not to go out before the 20th of the first lunar month.
He also had to ask Zhang Hai's attitude towards this matter. This rubber shoe factory was not his own but was run for the Wahou collective, so naturally he had to see Zhang Hai's opinion.
Of course, if Zhang Hai doesn't want him, he doesn't rule out the possibility of running the business himself.
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