"Wear more clothes tomorrow, cotton-padded jackets, cotton pants, cotton shoes, gloves, and hats, so you don't get cold. Those behind the depression and the mountain will gather here at 6:50 tomorrow. Those in front of the depression will gather at your squad headquarters. Xu Bin will gather in the brigade courtyard with the rest of the team. Okay, go home."
After his classmates left, Wan Feng found a piece of tarpaulin and some dry straw from Luan Feng's warehouse, and finally went to the brick factory to tell the night watchman to boil a pot of water for him the next morning.
After finishing these things, he wanted to check the clothes that Luan Feng had prepared for him to go to the market tomorrow.
Luan Feng led Wan Feng into the finished product warehouse, where the service equipment was finally stored.
"Here's what I prepared for you tomorrow morning: ten pairs of trousers, ten men's jackets of various kinds, and ten women's dresses of various kinds. Are you satisfied, my big man?"
Luan Feng asked with a cute smile on her face.
“It seems like something is missing!”
"What? You still think it's not enough? This is all I have, go find whoever you want!" Luan Feng curled his lips, as if to say, "If you're not happy, what can I do to you?"
This guy thinks so many clothes are not enough. Can he sell them all?
"Are these the only ski jackets you prepared for Zhang Guangdong?"
There were about thirty ski jackets of several colors hanging on the clothes rack against the wall.
"There are more than ten pieces in the workshop that haven't been completed yet."
"If Zhang Guangdong can ship the goods quickly, he might come tomorrow. This little stuff won't be enough for anything."
"It can't be that soon. He just left yesterday morning and he can come tomorrow? That's impossible!"
"If he had gone back yesterday, his wife would have sold the goods right away, and he might have come today."
"Nonsense! I'm not going to chat with you any more. I have to get back to work."
Luan Feng threw down a few words and went back to the workshop, and came back like a ghost in two minutes.
"Do you have eyes that catch fire?" Then he bent down and looked left and right at Wan Feng's face, and tried to flip up Wan Feng's eyelids with his hands.
Wan Feng raised his hand and knocked away the claws that were waving in front of her: "What's wrong with you?"
Luan Feng pulled Wan Feng into the sewing room and saw Zhang Guangdong.
Wan Feng couldn't believe his eyes: "Master! Is he really back or did he never leave in the first place?"
"I left and came back." Zhang Guangdong's words are as incomplete as some poems.
When Zhang Guangdong left, he didn't expect that he would come back the next day. Yesterday, he got on the bus at 8 a.m., arrived in Bohai at 1 p.m., and got home at 1:30 p.m.
When he got home and was having dinner, his wife Xu Yun went out with a bag of clothes on her back.
Zhang Guangdong fell asleep after drinking a little wine at home and felt tired. He slept until after five in the afternoon. When he woke up, he found his wife was cooking dinner and the bag containing the ski jacket was thrown next to him.
"Why is this bag empty? Where's the ski jacket inside?"
"Sold." Xu Yun said only two words.
These two words made Zhang Guangdong stunned for a long time: "You mean you sold them all?"
"Yeah, they were sold out around four o'clock."
Zhang Guangdong was dumbfounded: "Are you sure they were all sold and not stolen?"
Xu Yun turned around and gave Zhang Guangdong a blank look: "Do you think anyone in Sigou would dare to steal our things?"
This is true. The Zhang family is an old family in Sigou. They have built up a reputation over the years and no one would dare to target them unless they are a blind thief.
Xu Yun pulled out a handful of money and threw it onto the kang: "Count it, are these all the money you sold this afternoon?"
Zhang Guangdong counted the money and found out that there were six hundred and thirty yuan.
"That's not right. I only brought back 25 pieces of clothing. How could I possibly sell them for 630 yuan? You're overselling them again?"
Twenty-five ski jackets should be sold at 18 yuan each, so the price should be 450 yuan. So what happened to the extra 180 yuan?
"That's the money they paid in advance for the reservation."
Is there such a thing?
"Do you know them?"
Xu Yun shook her head: "I don't know them, but they know me."
"Will you be able to remember who they are by then?"
Xu Yun was angry and put the food on the table. "Is your wife an idiot? She can't even remember who she is. Eat and go to Hongya again tomorrow!"
Zhang Guangdong was dumbfounded again: "Ah! I have to go there every day? Then I won't have anything else to do this twelfth lunar month."
"You're making over a hundred bucks a day, so why aren't you keeping your eyes peeled? What else do you want to do? Teach wrestling? You haven't made a cent from that. This winter, you'll just be buying stock for me, and you won't have to do anything else."
So, Zhang Guangdong is now standing in front of Wan Feng.
Wan Feng laughed. It was not a pleasant experience to take a bus back and forth in the cold winter.
Even if those old buses are equipped with heaters inside, they are not much warmer than the outside. It's a shame.
"This is the money for the 25 ski jackets." Zhang Guangdong took out 300 yuan and gave it to Wan Feng. For the time being, his goods would be sold first and paid later.
Wan Feng took it and gave it to Luan Feng, who happily put it in his arms.
Yesterday and today so far, there were nine people in the workshop producing ski jackets. So far, more than 50 ski jackets have been produced, but more than 10 are still in the final stages of production.
"Fifty pieces are not enough. Can you produce a few more?" Zhang Guangdong put forward his own conditions. He didn't want to run back and forth every day, so he wanted to bring as much as possible in each trip.
Luan Feng calculated: "There are six hours from now until ten o'clock in the evening. In addition to eating, there are still five hours. Each person can still make two pieces."
Nine people make eighteen pieces, plus one person makes almost seventy pieces, which Zhang Guangdong thinks is an acceptable number.
"Then my brother and I will come and get it at nine o'clock."
More than seventy ski jackets could not be put into one bag, and even two cloth pockets had to be stuffed hard to fit them. These things were enough for Zhang Guangdong to transport to Bohai.
When the Zhang Guangpu brothers arrived at nine o'clock in the evening, they pushed a small cart, and pushed back two bulging cloth pockets filled with a total of seventy ski jackets.
It is about seven miles from Liutun to the Yongshi Commune Station. Wan Feng had no time to think about how Zhang Guangdong would get the two bags to the station, because today he had to take his soldiers to Heijiao to attend the market.
He still has a lot of goods that need to be sold.
He arrived at the brick factory at 6:30 in the morning, added water to the baking car and started the tractor.
A total of six people from Shanhou and Wahou participated in this New Year money-making activity. They gathered at Luan Feng's house early. When Wan Feng drove the tractor over, they tied the tarpaulin that Wan Feng had prepared yesterday to the front guardrail of the trailer to block the wind, and then spread the straw under the car.
Those students who went to the market could only sit in the trailer.
The 22-meter trailer seemed a little small for twenty-eight people.
Four people can be squeezed on the wings of the two driving wheels of the cab, and the remaining 24 people can only squeeze in the trailer, which is very crowded.
Wan Feng drove very slowly along the way. It would be ridiculous to drive fast with so many people in the car.
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