When they walked to the mouth of the ditch, Zhu Yan and Jiang Xue turned to Luan Feng's house, and Wan Feng and Zhu Ping walked into the ditch and came to Liang Wanjia.

The most significant change in Liang Wanjia now is that those stinky boys have been deported, because they are delaying the girls' embroidery here.

So the girls gathered a lot of them, and they all embroidered in the back room.

After being complained by Wan Feng last time, the light bulb decisively became 100 degrees, illuminating the room as if it were day.

The patterns embroidered by these girls have become large and small, the largest pattern diameter has reached two inches, and the smallest is the Fengfeng brand trademark, which is more than an inch long and a finger wide.

This trademark is embroidered with a penny, that is, the two words are embroidered directly with thread, and people with fast hands can embroider five or six in an hour.

"I said Xiao Wan's nephew, what do the two words on the trademark Luan Feng mean?" a woman named Cuihua asked deliberately.

"I don't know, I don't know those two words. Wan Feng opened his eyes and said nonsense.

"Look at how well Luan Feng treats you, the two words in your names are close together, it's just intimate. ”

She can use idioms for her clever mouth, Wan Feng is wondering if to sing her a song about sauerkraut on emerald flowers.

There were several dishes on the table in the outhouse, and sure enough, there were two plates of fish.

The most common in the Yina River are willow roots, white drifters, red red seeds, sand lake road seeds and old man fish, the fish is not good but the taste is good, and the fragrance is overflowing.

Zhang Hai, Liang Wan, Accountant, Zhu Ping, and an old man Wan Feng didn't know, who seemed to be about fifty years old.

He should be Wang Xiping.

Wan Feng is the youngest and can only accompany him in the last seat.

There were several large bowls on the table, and Zhang Hai took out a five-pound plastic pot from behind him and poured wine into one bowl after another.

Sure enough, it's draft beer, but five people have five catties of draft beer, and one pound per person, so what is this good for? There are not enough people with good drinks.

Wan Feng also got a bowl.

"Come on, let's do one first, after drinking this beer, there's still a bottle of white, and the chick cock will pick up the bowl!"

"Ah, I'm still drinking, let my brother-in-law drink it for me, I'm still young. ”

"If you don't come to that set, you have to drink the first bowl small. ”

Who are these people, children don't let go, it's just not as good as a beast, it's not as good as a beast!

"Let's just say okay, I'll just drink a bowl and I won't drink a drop more. ”

After speaking, Wan Feng picked up the bowl and touched it with the adult, and poured it down.

The adults poured another bowl, but this time they didn't pour it for Wan Feng.

After two bowls of wine, some things to be laid out on the wine table kicked off.

"Third uncle, the team has to clean up the duck bend and raise fish, in our team to raise fish, you are experts in fish farming, the second uncle went to his daughter's house and was not at home, and now he can only rely on you. Zhang Hai started first.

Wang Xiping took a bite of the dish and put down his chopsticks and said: "The place where the duck bend is good, there were fish raised there during the Great Leap Forward, and then they were abandoned when the tail was cut." ”

"Ah! There were fish there before, how could I not know?" Zhang Hai was a little surprised.

"Cut! At that time, you were still wearing open crotch pants to show off little Gigi, you know a fart. Wang Xiping said with disdain.

Zhang Hai is Chinese New Year's Eve years old today, and he was indeed wearing open crotch pants at the time of the Great Leap Forward.

"Third uncle, you and my second uncle are also idle at home now, the team is going to use duck bend fish farming to set up a fish farming team, and is going to let you be the captain of the fish breeding team, now you look at what to do with this duck bend fish farming?"

Wang Xiping did not refuse Zhang Hai's suggestion, after the salt field was yellow, the two brothers were idle at home, and they had nothing to do all day, this is not a blessing, and for them old croppers, doing nothing is the biggest torture.

The most common thing these old people say is: It's uncomfortable if you don't work for a day.

Wan Feng didn't feel cold about this, and secretly despised it, in his opinion, it was good to not do any work at all.

His biggest ideal is to live a life where I can open my mouth for food, stretch out my hands for clothes, and spend as much money as I want.

Although knowing that it is simply impossible.

"Duck Bend is estimated to be silted to death for so many years, if you want to raise fish, you have to put the water and clean up the silt at the bottom of the pond, at least there must be enough water depth. ”

"This is not a problem, I will find a way to clean it up in the winter when I am free, you can always talk about fish farming. ”

Wang Xiping took a sip of wine.

"I remember that Duck Bend seems to have an area of more than 20 acres, right?"

"Twenty-five acres. Zhang Hai added.

"If this is to raise fish may raise the fish, an acre of fish pond can produce more than 1,000 catties a year, if the rotation can be caught four times a year, that is, three or four thousand catties, people in the south can be caught five times because of the temperature, we can't do it here." ”

According to Wang Xiping's statement, Wan Feng quickly calculated an account in his heart.

Twenty-five acres of pond can have an output of 80,000 catties if calculated according to the yield of three or four thousand catties per mu.

If I remember correctly, there will be a slight increase in the price of fish next year, and the retail price will probably reach about one dime.

Even if the 80,000 catties of fish can only be bought for 10,000 yuan according to the retail price, and it is estimated that it can earn 6,000 yuan after deducting the cost of labor.

But can you sell the fish one by one? That's not possible, you have to give it to the fishmongers in the market, and then you have to subtract about one-third.

Then there is only 4,000 yuan of income left.

The laborers after the full depression can share thirty or forty yuan per person, plus the convenience of eating fish.

Wan Feng immediately lost a lot of interest, which was too little.

If you put it in other production teams, this one alone can pull up thirty or forty yuan, and it is estimated that you can be happy, but in Wan Feng's eyes, this is better than nothing.

Therefore, what Wang Xiping said next is the polyculture of grass carp, silver carp, and bighead carp, and how many fish are put in an acre of land, and how much fish feed is put into Wan Feng did not listen carefully.

It's not interesting, the money is too little.

Anyway, he is a layman in fish farming, and he doesn't need to do it.

When people were discussing fish farming, Wan Feng designed his big fish brand trademark in his heart, and his trademark was also eyebrow-raising when people were discussing it.

After drinking, Wan Feng and Zhu Ping came to Luan Feng's house again.

Luan Feng's family is still a busy scene, one of the three people who joined the mountain team also came to make money, and the other two are estimated to be far away and will not come at night.

Zhu Yan Jiang Xue was cutting in the back room, Jiang Min was making wedding dresses, and Luan Feng was receiving people who came to mend holes and sew white bars on clothes.

Wan Feng didn't say anything when he entered the house, he took a pen and paper and drew a big fish swallowing a hook.

Recently, due to his frequent painting, his painting level has improved significantly, and this big fish has been vividly painted by him.

Luan Feng stretched out his head and took a look: "What are you painting here?"

"The trademark of the suit, tomorrow tell those embroiderers to embroider some of this, the big fish with a red thread, the fish hook and the four words of the Fengfeng costume below with a black thread, remember?"

"I don't remember!" Luan Feng replied very dryly.

Wan Feng sighed, and had to mark it with a pen.