No. 42, Lijia Street, Zhennan District, Goudong County.
This is the address of Li Taixian’s uncle’s house.
"How many districts are there in Goudong County?" Wan Feng asked casually after putting away the address.
"Five districts, divided into east, west, south, north and the central part of the town."
Town east, town south, town west, town north, town center.
Oh my god, who is so childish to come up with such a district name? It is simple, convenient and easy to remember.
"My uncle's house is not far from the black market. The black market seems to be in a deserted park with a small hill next to it."
"You can't remember the exact address, but you want to live in the mountain."
"That hill is very interesting, round and bulging, with a bulge on top, which looks a lot like a woman's." Li Taixian showed a lewd smile.
Wan Feng was stunned. How hungry this guy was that he could even associate a mountain with a woman.
"Okay, I'll go there on Sunday."
"How about I go with you?"
"Are you going to see that hill?"
"Hehehe!" Li Taixian laughed, a sound as shrill as grinding iron.
Wan Feng immediately gave up the idea of going with this guy. If this guy ran to the hilltop to take a bite again, wouldn't he be embarrassed along with him?
"Did you introduce those masters?"
"Yes, their job is to teach you people how to make shoes. Once you've learned, you can leave. They pay two dollars a day per person."
These people were all hired by the shoe factory, and the glue-making master here was also hired by the shoe factory.
"They have no interest in working with us?"
Li Taixian shook his head: "These people are already quite old and don't want to come out."
It is understandable that it is hard to leave one's hometown.
If you don't want to come, then don't come. It's fine as long as you can teach these women in the back yard.
The next day, Wan Feng delivered the shoe samples he had carefully selected to the hands of the masters through Zhang Hai.
The old masters were stunned, and then they started beating their chests and stamping their feet.
If the Lifang Rubber Shoe Factory had had shoes like this, there would have been no possibility of it going bankrupt.
But there's no point in beating your chest and stamping your feet. The equipment is already with them, and there's no hope of getting it back.
These masters were quite dedicated and started working after suffering some pain. After all, the Queen hired them for two dollars a day.
In one day, these masters worked out the course content and started teaching in the vacant factory building of the machinery factory.
The young girls and wives in their thirties in Wahou picked up pen and paper again after leaving school for many years. Zhang Hai ordered that they would not be paid if they did not learn it.
The master talked about the names of the various parts of the rubber shoes, the sewing methods of the uppers and the bonding of glue, leaving out no details.
These women all had sad faces. Some of them could barely remember how to write their own names, but only God knew whether they could remember anything else.
It stands to reason that combining theory with practice will deepen the students' understanding and mastery of the knowledge, but the team's headquarters building is currently being used as a dormitory for the workers of the First Construction Team, and equipment cannot be installed.
Zhang Hai wanted to install these equipment in the idle factory buildings in the machinery factory yard, but Wan Feng disagreed.
Those factories will have other equipment installed in the future. They are all supporting enterprises related to the industry. Why are you building a shoe factory in there?
The third floor walls of the building have now been built, and in a few days the concrete pouring will begin. After the building is topped off, only the finishing work remains.
The exterior walls will be painted and the interior will be cleaned up. Even if the work cannot be completed on May Day, it will not take more than a few days.
The team headquarters will be ready in another month, there's no need to mess around.
Everything was developing according to plan after the depression, but Wan Feng was a little depressed.
Today was the first time he rode a motorcycle to school. He was feeling very impressive, but he was stopped at the school gate.
The old man on night watch stopped him on the grounds that motor vehicles were not allowed to enter the campus, and he refused to let his motorcycle in no matter what.
Chen Wenxin and Xu Ying, the two women who came in a cheap car, were smiling like ugly melons and cracked dates.
Wan Feng had no choice but to ride his motorcycle to the entrance of the supply and marketing cooperative restaurant.
The people he was most familiar with here were the people in the restaurant, after all, he ate here every day at noon.
After locking the car, Wan Feng walked into the school again with his schoolbag on his back. When he passed the message room, he stuck his head in.
"Old man, do you have a granddaughter?"
The old night watchman was very straightforward: "Yes!"
"Isn't it beautiful?"
“Very beautiful.”
Wan Feng immediately perked up: "Do you study in our school? What grade are you in?"
The damn thing is that he, who is only in the third grade of junior high school, was also planning to go for a bath, but the old man didn’t let his motorcycle in.
"Not in our school, but in the first grade of the Central Primary School."
First grade!
Fuck! I'd rather be a child bride.
Wan Feng turned around and left in frustration.
The old man was still wondering: Why is this kid asking about his granddaughter?
Wan Feng walked into the school angrily.
The Warrior School has three rows of houses. Originally, the first-grade classrooms were all in the middle row of houses, and the back row of houses were the classrooms for the second and third grades.
During the winter vacation, for some reason, the second-year student was moved to the middle row of houses and the first-year student was moved to the last row.
In this way, the first and third grades were put together.
The middle row of houses has no doorways, so to get to the back you can only go around from both ends of the middle house.
Wan Feng had just walked around the middle row of houses with his schoolbag when he saw a group of students gathered in front of the door of Class 3, Grade 1, chattering about something.
Wan Feng didn't take it seriously, but when he passed by this group of people, he unexpectedly heard Xu Ying making a fuss.
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