Zhang Guangdong arrived on the afternoon of the tenth day. A heavy snowfall in Fu County had blocked the road for two days, but it was finally open to traffic on the tenth day.
His mouth was sore.
When he arrived, Wan Feng was leading a group of classmates in sorting couplets.
A total of more than 1,300 sets of couplets were sold at yesterday's Gushan Market and today's Qingshan Market.
Wanfeng currently sells 3,500 sets of couplets, of which 3,300 are sold at the market, and the remaining 200 are sold by people who deliver them door to door in the villages.
At this rate, he will probably finish his 10,000 sets of couplets by the time of the New Year.
The team of Jiang Jun, Xu Bin and Yuan Yimin went to the Shangqiao Brigade of Yongshi Commune yesterday afternoon, which is on the other side of Nandashan Mountain. After crossing Nandashan Mountain, they only walked through two teams and sold forty sets of couplets.
However, they did not go out this afternoon because it was already past one in the afternoon when they came back from Qingshan, and it was dark after four o'clock, so there was no time left.
They were discussing going to those villages tomorrow.
Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow are November 1st and 12th, which are two days without markets.
The Tan Chun brothers went to Liutun yesterday, and then went from Liutun to Wutun in Pingshan Brigade, where they sold about thirty or forty sets.
As the saying goes, the power of example is infinite. With these few people paving the way, the students who were waiting and watching no longer hesitated. They also prepared to go to the village to try their luck tomorrow.
Now they are sorting out the couplets to be taken away tomorrow.
Forty sets would have been enough for the trio, but they all chose to bring fifty sets, just in case they sold them all!
Wan Feng's twenty-eight classmates formed nine groups, and one of the groups had four people.
These guys even divided the sphere of influence. Tomorrow we will go to which commune, which brigade, which teams. Your group will go to which commune, which brigade, which teams. Don't take the same route as others.
Wei Brigade is located at the intersection of three public communities, which would have been a lawless area in the old society.
To the west and north of the Yinna River is Gushan Commune, and to the east of Dashutun is Heijiao Commune. It doesn't matter which direction you go, so the students have a lot of routes to choose from.
Just when these guys were dividing up their territory like gangsters, Zhang Guangdong came with a weathered look on his face.
The moment he walked in, he looked as if he was about to hug Wan Feng and cry.
"Master, what happened to you? Was someone robbed in the hallway?"
"Xiao Wan, this damn heavy snow has delayed our earnings and cost us so much money. I feel like dying."
If it were someone else, Wan Feng would immediately tell him to go to hell.
But of course the uncle couldn't say that, he had to persuade him kindly.
"Master, isn't it just a delay of two days? Money is something you spend more of, less of, and if you don't have any... that won't work."
No matter what you have, don't be sick; no matter what you have, don't be poor. You must have money.
"We've prepared 150 ski jackets for you. That's enough to heal your wounds. Will they be enough to sell in the first year?"
Zhang Guangdong shook his head like a rattle. "Xiao Wan, let me tell you the truth. Your aunt has received more than 150 ski jackets in advance. I will send the goods back tomorrow and come back the day after tomorrow."
Damn it! It's useless for you to come the day after tomorrow. Nine people can only produce 35 or 36 pieces a day, plus he will only produce 70 or 80 pieces at most on the day he comes. What's the point of that?
"Uncle, don't think about the day after tomorrow yet. Think about these 150 jackets. Maybe there are 180 of them now. How can you get these jackets back? I don't think you can carry them all back by yourself."
One hundred and fifty pieces was the number as of yesterday, and more than thirty pieces were produced today. One hundred and eighty ski jackets may not be very heavy, but they occupy a very large area. Just the extra-large cloth bags in Wan Feng's house require four or five of them. Unless Zhang Guangdong is extremely powerful, he can't get them back.
"Hey, you don't have to worry about that. I've made an agreement with Master Wei from the second team you introduced me to. He's going to Bohai to pick up some goods tomorrow. I'll give him ten yuan and he'll drive to Liutun to pick me up tomorrow."
That’s no problem. Not to mention 180 pieces, even if you add a zero at the end, you can still get it back.
Wan Fengxian boiled a bucket of water and started the tractor, and delivered Zhang Guangdong's four bags, which were bigger than sacks, to Zhang Guangpu's house.
There is a swear word in the countryside: If someone goes to shit, someone will come to fart.
It was already past three o'clock when Wan Feng returned from delivering Zhang Guangdong's goods to Zhang Guangpu's house. He was surprised to find that Zhang Guangchong had also come to join in the fun.
It has been exactly five days since Zhang Guangchong took dozens of items back from the last market.
"You're out of stock too?"
"I still have the digital watch, but I don't have the clothes anymore. My wife took those things out secretly last time, and they were gone in two days."
Wan Feng sighed. Many things that had been suppressed during the Great Revolution were about to burst out. First it was scar literature, then photography and film, and now it was clothing's turn.
Fortunately, he didn't go out to sell these days and saved some for Zhang Guangchong, otherwise he would have come here in vain.
Zhang Guangchong left the next day, carrying more than a hundred pieces of clothing of various kinds, and took Wanfeng's tractor to the Yongshi Commune.
After seeing Zhang Guangchong off, Wan Feng drove a tractor to the county town to deliver goods.
The sixty suits Zhou Bingde submitted last time have finally been completed. This batch of clothes took a bit of time to complete, but at least they were finished before the New Year so they don’t have to wear them during the New Year.
On the streets of Hongya, Wan Feng can see many clothes from his garment factory. These styles should have appeared four or five years ago or even earlier, but now they appear on the streets of a small county town in southern Liaoning.
The biggest gain from Wan Feng's clothing delivery this time was a bag of flour from Zhou Bingde.
When Wan Feng asked his godmother if she could ask someone to buy him a bag of flour, Bai Liyun actually gave Wan Feng a bag of flour from her own shop.
Why does her house have a whole bag of white flour?
Wan Feng wisely chose not to ask, and just loaded it onto the tractor and drove away.
Although Bai Liyun lost a bag of flour, she did not suffer any loss. A new set of clothes for each of the four members of her family for the New Year cost more than the money for a bag of flour.
Tape recorders suddenly became popular in Hongya County, and Xia Qiulong immediately asked Wan Feng for an order of 50 units.
Wan Feng was shocked. He had so many movements in his hand, but he didn't dare to make so many and give them away.
In 1980, a batch of single-recorders commonly known as bricks, imported from Hong Kong, were sold in southern cities for 200 yuan, which caused a buying frenzy.
Although that is in the south, now some people in the north are also beginning to dare to buy this thing.
It's okay for others to start a buying frenzy, but Wan Feng doesn't dare to create a craze for the time being. After all, his products are pirated and counterfeit. If someone seriously investigates him, he will be in big trouble.
The only possible solution is to set up an audio equipment factory and produce it legitimately, but this seems difficult.
Because of this concern, Wan Feng simply rejected Xia Qiulong's request and only agreed to give him ten units.
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