Rebirth of the 80s New Farmer

She is selecting cloth for cutting.

The cloth Wan Feng bought had to be screened when it was used. Although they were all defective, there was still a considerable percentage of a piece of cloth that was faultless.

For example, dyed off-print cloth has off-print parts but also non-off-print parts.

Those cloths that are not out of print are good cloths, and they can be selected and used separately to maximize the benefits.

There are also those damaged cloths, and there are also damaged places and undamaged places.

Screen out the damaged ones for other uses, and those that are not damaged are qualified cloth.

It was only then that Wan Feng discovered that Jiang Min's hands and feet were very nimble. She quickly cut a piece of cloth to the size she needed, and then cut out a pair of pants in a very short time.

The use of cloth is very reasonable, and there is almost no extra waste.

This careless Luan Feng is not as good as her.

"Hey! Come here!"

As soon as he thought of Luan Feng, Luan Feng waved at him.

This is really a tacit understanding.

Luan Feng took a cloth bundle.

Wan Feng had a bad premonition: "I still have something to do, and I have to do it."

"Nothing is allowed." Luan Feng stared.

"Oh my stomach hurts, I'm going to number one."

"Don't go!"

A few girls who didn't know which team they were from looked at Wan Feng and smiled.

This bitch should be spanked, she must be spanked if she doesn't save a man's face in front of others.

Tonight or tomorrow night?

Think about it again, Jiang Min is living at her house now, and probably won't even have time for dating in the future.

Wan Feng was unhappy: "You are communist."

"I don't care about Sith or Nance, send me these things to my master, and let her help make them."

It turned out that it was a serious matter to give something to her master, so Wan Feng gave up his resistance.

"what?"

"We really can't make the ten pairs of trousers that have been cut. Let the master do it for you. This is manual money." At the same time, he handed over two yuan to Wan Feng.

Wan Feng rode to Gushan and called Yan Shufang out at the gate of Gushan Supply and Marketing Cooperative.

"Aunt Yan, these are the pants your apprentice asked you to help make. They are all cut and there are ten pairs in total. This is the processing fee."

"Ah, so much work?" Yan Shufang was a little surprised.

Wan Feng handed over the burden and money to Yan Shufang.

"These are not made by individuals, but processed finished products, which are to be sold on the street."

Yan Shufang blinked: "Is this possible, no one caught?"

"You have to be careful to sell this one yourself. Your apprentice said that it can be done in two days, Aunt Yan, then I will go back."

After speaking, he was ready to turn and leave.

"Xiao Wan, wait a minute, do you have anything to do this afternoon?"

Wan Feng shook his head: "It's nothing."

"Then you wait here for a while. Our team happens to have nothing to do today. I'll ask the people in the team to help. It will take about an hour."

Wan Feng blinked: "Didn't that money be earned by others? Your apprentice reserved it for you so that you can earn it."

"We are all colleagues, and we all have a good relationship. Whoever makes money is not making money. When Feng'er was here, he had a good relationship with everyone. Isn't it fast?"

This is good, so the speed will be greatly increased.

Since he had to wait for a while, Wan Feng turned to Xiao Jun's bookstall.

It was around two o'clock in the afternoon, and there were about a dozen children in a circle behind Xiao Jun's bookstall, each holding a small book in his hand and looking down at it with gusto.

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Xiao Jun sat on his back against a tree, held a comic book in his hand and held it high, his right leg was pressed against his left leg and his legs were crossed, his feet were shaking like a convulsion.

It seems that I am in a good mood.

This guy was probably fascinated by it, and he didn't even notice that Wan Feng walked beside him.

"The ants are all in the pants."

"Ah!" Xiao Jun screamed, throwing away the comic book in his hand.

"You look like a bear, such a big person is afraid of ants, can you do it?"

"I'm so afraid of ants, you kid just use this to scare me."

"How many times have you been bitten by ants in an hour?"

"That's not true, but I don't know what's going on, but I tremble all over when I see ants."

"That's good. The other day I introduced you to our team's second donkey. He also trembles every day. The two of you will definitely pee in the same pot."

"Is he also afraid of ants?"

"No, his cerebral thrombosis makes everyone tremble."

"Go, brain thrombosis, what are you talking about. Why are you here today if it's not a market?"

Wan Feng sat down on a flat stone next to Xiao Jun: "Do something at the clothing store of the supply and marketing cooperative."

Xiao Jun seemed to have suddenly remembered something, and a mysterious smile appeared on his face. The content of the smile was a bit complicated, including lewdness.

Did he take the wrong medicine or did he pee on the bed last night?

Xiao Jun lowered his voice, mysteriously like a secret agent: "I heard that the beautiful girl who learned how to make clothes in the clothing department of the supply and marketing cooperative a few days ago is your wife?"

Fuck, this news has spread to Gushan?