Rebirth of the 80s New Farmer

"After this year, he will be sixteen."

Wan Feng raised himself by two years. Originally, he wanted to say two years older, but he was afraid that people would not believe him.

There may not be much difference between 13 years old and sixteen, but 13 years old and that are definitely not the same thing.

"Sixteen? It doesn't look like it."

"Does it look like eighteen or nineteen years old?"

"Hehe, don't you really wish you were eighteen or nineteen?"

"Why do you want to be eighteen or nineteen?"

"I'm in a hurry to marry a wife."

Does Lao Tzu have this idea?

There are also several warehouses of the clothing factory. The Arabic numerals 1234 are painted on the wooden doors. At the same time, each door is painted with white paint.

Jia Chunyan led Wan Feng to a warehouse in the corner, opened the small door on the main door and entered, and turned on the lights in the warehouse.

The warehouse is seven or eight meters wide and more than ten meters long. There are some dusty cloths piled up outside, and some pedal sewing machines are placed next to each other in the corner inside.

It's not bad, at least the heads of these sewing machines are lying in the case, and there are a lot of bundles on it, each bundle is more than one meter in diameter, and it's gray and dusty.

"Under the rayon is the sewing machine. I can't remember whether there are eleven or twelve. You can go over and do it yourself. Be gentle or you won't be ashamed."

Jia Chunyan walked in the door and stopped after two steps. She pointed to the corner and said to Wan Feng.

Wan Feng was a little excited. Eleven or twelve sewing machines, no matter how you deal with them, you can deal with three or four. Although they are not too many, they can also solve the urgent need.

Those big bundles of things were not too heavy, Wan Feng picked up a bundle and threw it aside.

Shen is not sinking but there is a lot of dust, Wan Feng quickly held his breath.

There seemed to be a flash of lightning in his head when he hugged the second bundle: rayon!

Isn't this what he was anxiously looking for?

It is said that good luck never comes singly, and misfortunes never come singly, but this is obviously a double blessing. Could it be that I am going to be lucky again today?

Wan Feng glanced back and found that there were still a lot of these bundles of rayon, standing scattered on the wooden boards.

Not afraid of mice making nests.

Judging from the state of this placement, this thing is obviously left in the cold palace.

"Sister Jia, why do you just throw away this rayon like this, don't you want it?"

"Slippery, call me sister? Call me aunt."

"Doesn't it look old to be called aunt? It's a pity that you are so beautiful to be called aunt. Then I can call you aunt?"

"Then you should call me sister." While speaking, Jia Chunyan walked in from the door.

"You just said that my sister is good-looking? Is it true?" Jia Chunyan bent slightly and looked at Wan Feng with a smile.

Is this trying to tease Lao Tzu?I am so young, you have to stretch out your hand?It's not as good as a beast.

"It's beautiful, it's really beautiful, especially your eyes, for some reason, it's like being electrified when you look at it." It seems that there is no need to go to the stomach for such words, just pick up a sentence.

Jia Chunyan was able to laugh like a flower branch trembling in winter, and reached out to touch Wan Feng's face.

"Hehehe, your little mouth can really talk, but it's a pity it's too small."

I don't know if she meant Wan Feng was young or something else.

Who said I was young?Although I am young, there are still some things that are very spectacular, but I can't show them to you.

"These rayon cottons originally came in last winter to make cotton-padded work clothes for some factories, but after making samples, they found that these things were not warm, and those factories were unwilling to buy them, saying that wearing such work clothes in winter would make their hands and feet feel clumsy, so they were eliminated. It's over." Jia Chunyan teased Wan Feng and finally got down to business.

"Do you know how much these things cost per meter?"

Jia Chunyan thought for a while: "It seems that this thing was not planned to come in at the beginning, it was decided by the factory manager to come back from other places, it seems to be a piece of five or sixty-one meters, because some of the factory managers who did not deal with the factory manager entered this batch of goods. ..."

Jia Chunyan seemed to feel that she had talked too much, and her words stopped here.

It must be that people in the factory who are not on the same side as Factory Director Liu took the opportunity to create conflicts, so there is nothing to be afraid of.

Don't all the units have such a mutual check and balance relationship!

"Isn't it a pity to just throw these things here?" Wan Feng said in a regretful tone.

"That can't be helped. Although the padded jacket made of this thing looks a lot more delicate, it is really not as warm as the cotton lining, so it can only be thrown here and slowly rotted."

Wan Feng didn't say anything more, moved the rayon on the sewing machine aside, and lifted a piece of tarpaulin covering the sewing machine, revealing more than a dozen old-looking sewing machines underneath.

I counted a total of thirteen units.

Wan Feng opened the case cover of a sewing machine and pulled the sewing machine out of the case.

It's a Bee brand sewing machine.

This seems to be produced by a factory in Shanghai in the early 70s.

"Are all these sewing machines of the same brand?"

"It's all from bees. These are the first batch of sewing machines when the quilt factory was first built. They were replaced due to wear and tear."

Sewing machines of the same brand are all easy to handle, and there is no inconsistency of accessories. Wan Feng believes that no matter how bad it is, he can make three or four sets. There are accessories in the bee machine market. .

Chapter 397 It's Not Interesting If It's Not Cheap

Wan Feng pulled out a few more sewing machines from the case, and they were indeed all sewing machines of the same brand.

Some of these sewing machines can still rotate while others cannot. The specific cause of the disease remains to be checked.

"How do you see it?"

"It's okay, does this have to be decided by the factory manager?"

"Of course the factory manager has to decide. Do you think I can decide?"

Of course you can't decide, you probably can only stick your butt out!

Wan Feng fantasized about Jia Chunyan pouting in his heart.

Oops, there was a little physical reaction.