It turned out that she was delivering something to her master, which was considered a serious matter, so Wan Feng gave up resisting.
"What?"
"We really can't make enough of the ten pairs of pants you've cut, so we asked the craftsman to help us make them. This is the labor fee." At the same time, he handed Wan Feng two dollars.
Wan Feng rode his bike to Gushan and called Yan Shufang out at the door of Gushan Supply and Marketing Cooperative.
"Aunt Yan, these are the pants your apprentice asked you to help make. They're all pre-cut. There are ten pairs in total. This is the processing fee."
"Ah, so much work?" Yan Shufang was a little surprised.
Wan Feng handed the baggage and money to Yan Shufang.
"These aren't made by individuals; they're finished products that are processed and sold on the street."
Yan Shufang blinked: "Is this okay? No one will catch us?"
"You have to sell it yourself. As long as your two apprentices can do it, it's fine. Aunt Yan, then I'll go back."
After that, he prepared to turn around and leave.
"Wan, wait a moment, do you have anything to do this afternoon?"
Wan Feng shook his head: "Nothing."
"Then you wait here for a while. Our team happens to be free today. I'll ask someone in the team to help. It should only take about an hour."
Wan Feng blinked: "That money has all been earned by others, your disciple left this specifically for you to earn."
"We're all colleagues, and we all have good relationships. Whoever makes money makes money. Feng'er had a good relationship with everyone when she was here. Isn't this faster?"
That's great, it will greatly increase the speed.
Since he had to wait a while, Wan Feng went to Xiao Jun's bookstall.
It was around two o'clock in the afternoon. There were about a dozen children gathered behind Xiao Jun's bookstall, each holding a book in their hands and reading with great interest.
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