Rebirth of the 80s New Farmer

Jiang Min nodded: "It's okay."

"The rural areas are not as good as your cities and towns. You still have some supply of rice and white noodles for at least a month. Our staple food here is cornmeal. You can only suffer a little bit of grievance."

"I don't pick this one, as long as I can eat enough."

"If you feel homesick, go back and have a look. It's also convenient to go back and forth now. There are tractors in the team that go to the street twice a day. Go back in the morning and come back in the afternoon."

"I know, Feng'er told me, I'm not homesick yet."

This is obviously a lie. People who leave home miss home the most during the first few days away from home, and as time goes by, their homesickness gradually fades away.

Luan Feng came in from the stove with a plate for copying eggs, a pair of chopsticks and a corn tortilla on the plate.

"The pancakes are hot. My mother posted them at noon. Eat them quickly."

"If your mother sees you copying eggs, she will beat you to death."

Chicken butt was a small bank for countless rural families back then, and many families relied on it to return some life-improving substances, and they were simply reluctant to eat it.

Luan Feng is good, at least four eggs were reimbursed for this plate.

"My mother won't beat me. If I give her money, it's over."

When people have money, their words are rough.

Wan Feng took out 30 yuan from his pocket and threw it on the kang: "Today's clothing money."

Then pick up the chopsticks and start eating.

Unexpectedly, Luan Feng's eggs were copied well, except that the taste was almost good, and the taste was quite passable.

"Is it tasty?"

Wan Feng nodded: "Not bad, not bad, I thought it would be good if you cooked it well, but I didn't expect it to taste so good."

Luan Feng blushed with excitement when Wan Feng praised her.

Luan Feng took out a small notebook and asked Wan Feng as if memorizing an interview: "The color and color of the cloth this time is really good, it doesn't look like a waste product at all, it doesn't need to be washed just like new cloth."

"This batch of cloth was laid down by the textile factory yesterday. Strictly speaking, it is new cloth. It is not printed and dyed. I checked it and found that there are some extremely small damaged cloths. It will not delay the making of clothing at all, as long as there is a slight delay in cutting. Just pay attention."

"what is the amount?"

"440 seven feet."

Luan Feng took it down seriously, maybe Jiang Min didn't ask the price because he was present.

After memorizing, he took out a small schoolbag from the back room, counted nine pieces of Great Unity and the 30 yuan Wan Feng threw on the kang, and pushed them together to Wan Feng.

"I guess you don't have much money on you. It's okay for a man to have no money outside. This is the first batch of cloth cost, money for cloth tickets and sewing machine money. As for the profit, it will be calculated to you in a few days. Didn't you say that relatives' relatives' wealth is wealth, you'd better figure it out."

Jiang Min giggled on the sewing machine, she thought Wan Feng and Luan Feng were very interesting, like children playing house.

The first batch of cloth cost more than 50 yuan to buy the cloth, 41 yuan for the cloth ticket and 120 for the sewing machine, a total of [-] yuan.

Unexpectedly, the little rich woman saved so much money, which was a bit beyond Wan Feng's expectation.

"I still have some money, do you have enough money?"

From the renting of villain books to the messy things in the middle, although he didn't make a lot of money, he still got 200 million peaks. He made more than [-] yuan from selling melons alone.

Although he had no income for a while and spent a lot of money, he still had some money.

"Hold on, I still have enough turnover, even if it's not enough, why don't we sell it every day?"

Now that Luan Feng had enough turnover, Wan Feng took the money without hesitation.

Chapter 200 I can be sure that Jiang Min really failed his studies

Wan Feng made suggestions while eating.

"The two of you must set aside an hour and a half for rest at noon, Luan Feng, you take the lead, don't just be stupid, you will be tired if you work hard, and if you get sick from being tired, you will have to get injections and If you take medicine, you will regret it."

"Okay, what you said makes sense and we will accept it humbly." Luan Feng's voice was very drawn out.

From the fact that his voice was so long, Wan Feng didn't think these two guys would listen to him. Anyway, his suggestion was that there was nothing he could do about it, so he couldn't just watch these two guys sleep, right?

That's not a problem either.

Wan Feng finished his meal while talking, and Luan Feng cleared away the dishes.

"How's the sale of Mrs. Xia in the street?"

"It sold well, but there are only two pairs of pants left that have not been sold."

"It's sold so well." Luan Feng exclaimed, and sold eight pieces of clothing in one afternoon, earning four yuan!

The clothes were sold in the past few days, and she also knew how much money she and Wan Feng made a day. A piece of clothing was sold to Mrs. Xia at the wholesale price, and she and Wan Feng had an average profit of [-] cents, and each person shared more than [-] cents.

And Mrs. Xia actually earns more than the two of them!

Even Jiang Min stopped what she was doing. Although she didn't know how much Aunt Xia could earn from selling a piece of clothing, she thought it would be quite a lot.

"**, wait a few days for your father's condition to improve and he can take care of himself. Let your mother sell some during the holidays and get some extra money."

Jiang Min nodded.

With a model worker like Jiang Min, the Jiang family must help. Once Jiang Min's worries are relieved in the future, this chick will work in the garment factory wholeheartedly.

This is a very good deal.

It's a pity that she has an urban hukou, if only the rural hukou is good, let her find a partner here...

Is your mind getting darker?

Luan Feng suddenly waved at Jiang Min: "Sister Min, come on!"

So Jiang Min took the ruler and came to Wan Feng's side, and directly confused Wan Feng.

"What?"

"Measure the size." Jiang Min said sullenly without any emotion.

"Why do you measure me? I don't make clothes."

Luan Feng stared: "No resistance or struggle is allowed. Our policy is to be lenient when confessing, and strict when resisting. Sister Min, measure!"

How to measure the size is like interrogating a prisoner.

Jiang Min first measured his upper body, left and right, and reported the numbers while Luan Feng took notes.