Zhang Guangyuan came on the afternoon of the tenth day of the new year, and a heavy snowfall in Fuxian County closed the road for two days, and the road was finally opened to traffic on the tenth day of the new year.

His mouth was sore with sores.

When he came, Wan Feng was leading a group of classmates sorting couplets.

Yesterday's Gushan Market and today's Qingshan Market sold more than 1,300 sets of couplets.

At present, the number of couplets sold by Wanfeng is 3,500 sets, of which 3,300 sets are sold in the bazaar, and the remaining 200 sets are sold by people who send them door-to-door in Xiatunzi.

At this rate, his 10,000 sets of couplets are estimated to be about the same as in his childhood.

The combination of Jiang Jun and Xu Bin and Yuan Yimin went yesterday afternoon in the direction of the Shangqiao Brigade of the Warrior Commune, which was on the other side of Nandashan.

However, they did not go out this afternoon, because it was past one o'clock in the afternoon after returning from Qingshan, and it was dark after four o'clock, and it was too late.

They were talking about going to those tunzi tomorrow.

Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow are the eleventh and the twelfth, two days without a fair.

The combination of the Tan Chun brothers went to Liutun yesterday, and then from Liutun to Wutun of the Pingshan Brigade, they also sold about thirty or forty sets.

As the saying goes, the power of example is endless, and with these few people opening the way, those students who are waiting and watching will not hesitate, and they are ready to go down to the tunzi tomorrow to try their luck.

Now they're sorting the couplets they're going to take with them tomorrow.

Forty sets were enough for the trio, but they all chose to bring fifty sets, in case they all sold out!

Wan Feng's twenty-eight classmates formed nine groups, and there were four people in one group.

These guys have even divided their spheres of influence, which squads of which commune and which brigade we will go to tomorrow, and which squad of which commune and which brigade that your group will go to, don't go too heavy.

The Wei Brigade is located in the three public circles, and it may be a three-way area in the old society.

Because the west and north of the Nahe River are Gushan Commune, and the east of Dashutun is Heijiao Commune, which can go in any direction, so these students choose a lot of routes.

Just when these guys were drawing the territory like the old boys, Zhang Guangyuan came with a frosty face.

When he entered the door, he almost hugged Wan Feng and cried.

"Uncle Shi, what's wrong with you? The aisle was robbed?"

"Xiao Wan, this damn snow has delayed how much money we have to make, and I have the heart to die. ”

If it were someone else, Wan Feng would tell him immediately, then you should die.

But of course Uncle Shi can't say that, and he has to persuade him with good words.

"Uncle Shi, isn't it just a delay of two days, there is more money and more money to spend less, no... That's not going to work. ”

There is no disease, there is no money, there must be money.

"We've got you a hundred and fifty ski shirts, which is enough to heal your wounds, will you sell them for the first year?"

Zhang Guangyuan shook his head like a rattle: "Xiao Wan, let me tell you the truth, your aunt has more than one hundred and fifty pieces of ski shirts in her hand, and I will send the goods back tomorrow and come the day after tomorrow." ”

Hold the grass! It's useless for you to come the day after tomorrow, nine people can produce thirty-five or six pieces a day, plus seventy or eighty pieces at most on the day he comes, what is this good for?

"Uncle Shi, don't think about the day after tomorrow, you still think about these one hundred and fifty pieces, maybe it should be one hundred and eighty pieces now, how do you pour these ski shirts back, I don't think you can carry these clothes back alone." ”

One hundred and fifty pieces is the number of yesterday, and today there are more than thirty pieces of output, one hundred and eighty pieces of ski shirts are not necessarily heavy, but the area occupied is very large, just the extra-large cloth pockets of Wan Feng's house need four or five, Zhang Guangyuan unless he has three heads and six arms, he can't get it back at all.

"Hehe, you don't have to worry about it, I discussed it with Master Wei of the second team you introduced to me, tomorrow he will go to Bohai to pull goods, I will give him ten yuan and he will drive the car to Liutun tomorrow to pick me up." ”

That's no problem, don't say one hundred and eighty pieces, and add a zero to pull it back.

Wan Feng boiled a bucket of water and started the tractor, and sent Zhang Guangyuan's four bags bigger than sacks to Zhang Guangpu's house.

There is a foul saying in the countryside that a shit is a fart to fart.

When Wan Feng delivered Zhang Guangyuan's goods to Zhang Guangpu's house and came back, it was already past three o'clock, and he was surprised to find that Zhang Guangchong had come to join in the fun.

It has been exactly five days since Zhang Guangchong took dozens of pieces back from the last bazaar.

"You're out of stock?"

"The electronic watch is still there, but the clothes are gone, and my wife took out the little thing last time, and it was gone in two days. ”

Wan Feng sighed, many things that were suppressed during the Great Revolution were about to explode, first scar literature, then photography films, and now it was the turn of clothing.

Fortunately, he didn't go out to sell it in the past few days and saved some for Zhang Guangchong, otherwise he would have to come for nothing.

Zhang Guangchong left the next day, taking more than a hundred pieces of various costumes to make Wanfeng's tractor to the car of the Warrior Commune.

And Wan Feng drove a tractor to the county seat after sending Zhang Guangchong away, and he went to deliver the goods.

Zhou Bingde's sixty suits last time were finally completed, and this batch of clothes dragged on for a bit of a long time, but they were driven out a year ago, so they didn't delay wearing them for the New Year.

On the streets of Red Cliff, Wan Feng could see a lot of clothes from his garment factory, which should have appeared in the four or five years or even later, but now appeared on the streets of a small county town in southern Liaoning.

The biggest gain of Wan Feng's delivery of clothes this time was to get a bag of white noodles from Zhou Bingde.

When Wan Feng asked his godmother if he could ask someone to buy him a bag of white noodles, Bai Liyun actually gave Wan Feng a bag of white noodles from his family's mansion.

Why does her family have a whole bag of white noodles?

Wan Feng wisely chose not to ask, put it on the tractor and pulled it away.

Although Bai Liyun lost a bag of flour, he didn't suffer a loss, his family of four had more than one bag of noodles for a new set of clothes for the New Year.

The tape recorder suddenly became hot in Hongya County, and Xia Qiulong opened his mouth and asked Wan Feng for the output of fifty units.

Wan Feng startled the boss, he had so many movements in his hands, but he didn't dare to do so much and release them.

In the 80s, a batch of single-recorders commonly known as bricks imported from Hong Kong in the southern cities were sold for 200 yuan in the southern cities, which actually created a rush to buy.

Although it was the South, there are now people in the North who are starting to dare to buy it.

It's no problem for people to form a rush to buy, but Wan Feng doesn't dare to make a trend for the time being, no matter how he says that this is a pirated copycat, once someone wants to seriously check him, he really can't eat and walk around.

The only thing that can be done is to set up an audio equipment factory and produce it in the name of justice, but this seems to be difficult.

Because of this worry, Wan Feng simply rejected Xia Qiulong's request and only promised to give ten units.