Tang Zhuang also had the same question. When he reached the finish line, he saw that Wan Feng's face did not change color and his heart was not beating fast, as if he had just experienced a walk instead of a 3,000-meter long-distance run.
"Is this the level of your sports school? It's not that great."
Wan Feng walked past Tang Zhuang, leaving behind a light sentence.
Tang Zhuang's eyes were blazing with anger as he looked at Wan Feng's back.
When walking past the podium, Wan Feng stopped and looked at Zhang Xushao provocatively for a few seconds.
You are not from your sports school, so you can pick anyone out to beat me. Does your face hurt this time?
Wan Feng walked back to Jiangwei School with his head held high.
Zhang Xushao's face was as ugly as it could be, how could he not know that Wan Feng was demonstrating to him.
Unexpectedly, this student who left a bad impression on him when they first met turned out to be a long-distance running talent, and he outperformed all his teammates in the school.
This time I'm really embarrassed.
If this guy is trained properly, he will at least be the national champion!
Such a strange thought suddenly popped up in Zhang Xushao's mind, but when Wan Feng looked at him with a provocative look, this thought immediately disappeared.
No matter how talented or how good you are at running, I won't look for you. Your path to becoming a national champion is blocked in my eyes!
Zhang Xushao was furious, but he had no idea that even if he wanted to find Wan Feng, he would definitely not go.
Wan Feng didn't want to be a national champion, so he returned to the school and sat down at the table.
Luan Feng took out a handkerchief from somewhere and wiped Wan Feng's sweat with a playful smile, but Wan Feng glared back at her.
"Xu Bin! Go and receive the award for me."
Xu Bin went to receive the award with a proud look on his face. When he passed by Li Guang, he deliberately said, "We got first place in the overall score. Are you jealous?"
Li Guang's face turned purple.
The poorest brigade in Warrior Commune actually got the first place in the total score of the academic group. How the hell can we explain this?
"Are you still going to run the 5,000 meters?" Li Yi asked Wan Feng. If Wan Feng did not participate in the 5,000 meters, all the competitions in Jiangwei School would be declared over. The students would be able to move freely and would go home after the opening and closing ceremonies.
Wan Feng shook his head: "I won't run anymore. I've already achieved my goal. There's no point in running anymore."
The decision was made the moment the 3,000-meter run was completed.
Just slap him in the face once, the effect of slapping him again will not be much better than the first time, so he doesn't waste his energy. He can earn three cents by buying popsicles at that time.
Upon hearing that Wan Feng would not participate in the 5,000-meter race, Li Yi began to organize the students to pack up and retreat after the closing ceremony.
The two-year sports meet finally ended. As soon as the closing ceremony was over, Jiangwei School returned to Jiangwei with the certificate for first place in the total score of the school group.
Li Yi simply said a few words and announced the disbandment.
Wan Feng, Xu Bin, Jiang Jun and Luan Feng came down from the mountain. When they passed by Xu Bin's house, Wan Feng did not go in. Xu Meilin bit her fingers and looked at him eagerly, which made his stomach hurt.
In fact, he really wanted to bring back two popsicles for her, but he couldn't.
After crossing the river beside Shutun Village, Jiang Jun said goodbye to them and set out on the road leading to Waqian Team.
Now only Wan Feng and Luan Feng are left.
"How much money did you make this afternoon?"
"Guess?" Luan Feng asked back mischievously.
"Four?"
"You guessed it right at once. It's not fun at all." Luan Feng pouted and muttered, but she turned around and was in high spirits.
"I sold four hundred and thirty sticks in total, making four dollars and thirty cents. Add the two dollars I earned this morning, and I can buy myself a new suit of clothes."
Women are all like this. When they have money, they dress themselves up beautifully and go out to attract men.
"Shall I make one for you too?"
Wan Feng didn't understand: "Make one for me? Why?"
"You forced me to earn this money, didn't you? I'm making this for you as a token of my gratitude."
"Forget it, you should keep the money. I don't care about the clothes I wear, as long as I am not naked."
As soon as Wan Feng was naked, Luan Feng's face turned red for no apparent reason.
"I have more than six dollars now, which can buy more than ten feet of cloth. It should be enough to make a set and wear one piece." Luan Feng was still looking forward to it.
"Do you have any cloth coupons?"
"No Sakura"
"Your ideal is nothing but a fantasy, it's useless."
"Whose is it? If I don't have it, doesn't anyone else have it? I remember my sister has it. I can just go and ask for some."
When Wan Feng heard that Luan Feng's sister came out again, he had to divert his attention quickly, otherwise this girl would pester him to take her to her sister's house again.
"Can you make clothes?"
Luan Feng shook her head: "No, but I can make insoles."
What's the point? You can't wear insoles as clothing.
Wan Feng thought for a moment and asked, "Do you like making clothes?"
"Yes! I've always loved making clothes and often imagine making some new and novel designs myself."
Could this guy even be a fashion designer? It doesn't look like it at all! If Luan Feng is a fashion designer, Wan Feng would rather believe that she has a future in wrestling.
"Is there anyone in the Wahou team who can make clothes?"
Luan Feng shook her head again: "No Ying"
"How about I send you to a clothing store to make clothes, and then when you learn enough, you can open your own clothing store?"
At that time, places where clothes were made in the north were called ready-made clothing shops.
Since Luan Feng likes making clothes, let her learn how to make clothes and open a clothing factory in the future.
Wan Feng remembered that in two years, some chemical fiber production lines introduced by the country from the West would completely solve the problem of domestic fabric shortages. People would also begin to have higher requirements for clothing, and the clothing processing industry would be prosperous for a long time.
If the brick and tile factory can make a profit, it won’t be a big deal to open a garment factory next year. It’s just a matter of buying a few sewing machines.
As for cloth coupons, you can collect them from all over the country. Anyway, many families have cloth coupons that they can't use at all, so they are wasted.
At that time, most cloth coupons were issued by the government based on the number of hair per person, ranging from a few feet to more than ten feet per person per year. However, most rural families could hardly use these cloth coupons because they had no money to buy them.
So this is a very shocking number.
If they open a garment factory and spend money to collect cloth coupons, they will solve the problem of cloth source and it will also provide additional income for those families who have no use for cloth coupons. It is a win-win situation.
"Great, great!" Luan Feng jumped for joy. If he had wings under his ribs, he would probably fly into the sky.
"But where can I study?" Luan Feng's happiness did not last for a minute before she fell into a state of worry.
This doesn't seem to be a difficult problem. There are people making clothes in the trading warehouse and supply and marketing cooperative of Gushan Commune. Isn't it enough to just find a master?
As for whether they accept disciples or not, that is not a difficult matter.
Money makes the world go round. Wan Feng doesn't think this is a difficult thing. He doesn't believe that anyone can resist money.
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