It is true that clothes make the man, and just this piece of clothing made the grandmother, who is nearly sixty years old, look so young.
Zhu Yan also took out her half-length mirror, which was more than a foot long, and looked at her grandmother from left to right.
"You silly boy, stop taking pictures. Okay, I still have to feed the pigs." Grandma hurriedly took off her clothes and went out with the pig food bucket. When she was leaving the house, Wan Feng saw Grandma wipe her eye sockets with her hands.
"Grandpa, I'll make you a new dress during the Chinese New Year."
Grandpa just smiled, expressing neither opposition nor agreement.
"I have nothing," sighed my uncle.
Wan Feng took out a few cantaloupes from his pocket: "Well! You have this."
As soon as Zhu Ping saw that it was a cantaloupe, he took one and started cracking it. You see, this is what heartless people are like.
"Auntie, have you given all those clothes to others?"
"Why should I give it to you? These shameless guys have already snatched it all. They didn't even eat their lunch and went to Luan Feng's house to queue up to sew the bars."
If all the women in Wahou wear this kind of fake sportswear, it will definitely create a shock wave in the Jiangwei team. Wan Feng doesn't believe that the women in other teams can withstand the trend of having their fame snatched away by the people in Wahou. They will definitely join in the fun, and then Luan Feng can make a fortune even if she sews bars.
I guess it won't be a problem to make back the money I spent on the sewing machine.
When this trend spreads to the entire commune and even to Gushan Commune and Heijiao Commune, what a huge market it will be.
Of course, people don’t necessarily come to Luan Feng for processing, after all, there are garment shops in every commune.
But at least Luan Feng has made a name for himself in this area.
What if it were possible to make your own clothes?
If Luan Feng processes the clothes herself and sells them, will she be able to capture the market?
If Wan Feng remembered correctly, Ding Qishan of Xiliu Market had already achieved a certain scale in the production of trousers in 1980, and the prototype of Xiliu Market had also appeared.
By 1982, Xiliu had a clothing trading market officially approved by the state.
If a clothing processing factory is opened in Wahou, the products can not only meet local demand but also be taken to Xiliu Market to clear the inventory.
Once opened, it will not only solve the poverty problem of Jiangwei Brigade, but also greatly boost the local economy and even benefit the local people.
This is definitely a feasible plan.
Hongya County has a textile printing and dyeing factory that can supply cloth. Luan Feng can train the personnel. The girls and wives in Wahou are not young either. By the end of the year, they will have learned everything and have plenty of clothing styles in their heads.
The only thing missing is cloth coupons. Without cloth coupons, you can’t buy cloth. Without cloth, these plans are just castles in the air.
Cloth coupons will not become invalid until December 1983, so there is still a two-year window. Where can we find large quantities of cloth coupons?
Wan Feng thought of the black market. He wondered if there were such a large number of cloth coupons in the black market in Hongya County?
Xia Qiulong had to help him solve this problem.
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When Wan Feng arrived at the melon field early in the morning, he unexpectedly found that the person driving the carriage was Liang Wan.
"Uncle Liang Wan, you should be pulling bricks and tiles, right?"
"Old Yuan's truck has gone to pick up bricks and tiles. We are familiar with the route, so of course we'll go after you first."
This old man knew that there were advantages to following Wan Feng, so of course he came to pull the melons with a fuss. Old Yuan was so stupid that he had no idea what was going on.
Old Liang has already harvested the melons and mobilized all the family members last night. According to him, he got up at two o'clock in the middle of the night to take the whole family to harvest the melons.
How did he find the melon at two in the morning? Is he a night owl?
Lao Liangtou's wife, son and daughter-in-law started loading the car. Lao Liangtou personally stacked the melons neatly layer by layer on the car.
Half an hour later, more than 600 kilograms of melons were loaded onto the truck.
After Wan Feng paid the money, Liang Wanta whipped the carriage and left the melon field.
Bricks and tiles were loaded faster than melons. When Liang Wan's carriage arrived at Cuitun Avenue, Lao Yuan's carriage loaded with bricks and tiles had been waiting on the side of the road for half an hour.
"Uncle San, why didn't you even bring a stevedore?"
Liang Wan's carriage was in front and Lao Yuan's carriage was behind, chatting as they walked.
"Hey, Zhang Hai, I get an extra centimeter for loading and unloading by myself, so I do it myself."
People die for money, birds die for food. They all value money more than their lives.
It takes Wanfeng an hour to get from Wahou to the county town by bicycle, but about two hours by horse carriage.
"It's about to rain. We might get drenched today." Liang Wan said nonsense while cracking his whip.
Isn't this bullshit? There is no sign of rain in such a clear sky.
"Uncle Liang Wan, you drank alcohol this morning, so why are you talking nonsense before seven o'clock?"
Liang Wan's eyes widened. "There was a heavy rainstorm in the two northern mountains a few days ago. Many places were flooded. This is true."
If it is true, why is there any evidence?
This logic is ridiculous. What does it matter if it rains in Beishan? Wanfeng doesn't think it will rain anyway.
It was mid-morning when the carriage arrived at the square in front of the county hospital.
Xia Qiulong, Liu He, Wu and two other young men whom Wan Feng knew but could not remember their names were already waiting here. They would take Lao Yuan to the construction site designated by Yijian to unload the goods.
After Wan Feng gave them a brief introduction to each other, Xia Qiulong and Wu left with Lao Yuan's car. The two young men whose names Wan Feng couldn't remember stayed to help Wan Feng look after the place.
Now it’s time to simply sell melons.
Now Wan Feng is a little suspicious whether Lao Liangtou’s cantaloupe is mixed with a kind of addictive gene, such as opium elements. Otherwise, how could there be people addicted to eating cantaloupe?
The line of people waiting to buy melons today is much larger than before, with more than 30 people in total.
People have a kind of blind obedience mentality. There were more than 30 people waiting for Wanfeng melons here. When Wanfeng's carriage stopped, they rushed over and surrounded the carriage, creating a scene of panic buying.
People who were originally walking down the street to see a doctor would come over to join in the fun and see what was going on when they saw this scene.
Some people left when they saw that the person was selling melons, while others asked the buyer what he thought of the melons.
Those who buy melons have all eaten Wanfeng’s melons, so they naturally speak the truth.
"This kid's melons are from his own family. His grandfather is an expert at growing melons. The melons he grows are always delicious. I've bought several of them."
As word of mouth spread, more and more people gathered in front of the carriage, keeping Wan Feng so busy that he wished he had three hands...
This scene lasted for more than an hour. At half past nine, only a layer of melons remained under the car, which was estimated to be less than 100 kilograms.
The place in front of me is empty, finally there is no one here.
Taking advantage of his free time, Wan Feng picked up the remaining melons and piled them up.
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