Wan Feng sent the red paper to Luan Feng's house.

This was the first time he had come to Luan Feng's house.

Luan Feng's father is an ordinary member of the team, and her mother is also an ordinary housewife.

When Wan Feng came, her mother happened to go to the river to wash clothes, and only Luan Feng was waiting for him at home.

Wan Feng didn't expect that after he finished delivering the paper, he even made a cameo appearance as a model, becoming Luan Feng's first customer after he became a teacher.

Luan Feng took a ruler to measure him, up and down, left and right, until he was bored.

"I said, how did you learn to measure a size, you have been measuring it for so long, can you do it?"

Luan Feng gave Wan Feng a roll of his eyes: "If the amount is not good, the fabric may be wasted when cutting, so I have to be careful and careful, and turn around!"

People are right, Wan Feng is just like a puppet at the mercy of others.

After being fiddled with for a long time, Wan Feng realized that this girl was measuring his size, and this was taking the opportunity to take advantage of him.

Everyone is a boy molesting a girl, and when he comes to him, he becomes the object of molestion.

Thirty-six plans to run for the top!

Luan Feng's house is located on the side of the road leading to the east road of the brick factory, so Wan Feng came out of Luan Feng's house and rode to the brick and tile factory.

Luan Feng finished his studies, and the bicycle returned to its original owner.

It will take a few days for the red bricks to come out of the kiln, and the people in the brick and tile factory are now focused on the production of water billets, and the people in the venue are very busy.

Wan Feng took a turn around the blank cutter, carefully looked at the quality of the billet coming out of the cutter, and then transferred to the cement tile workshop.

Zhu Ping is now in charge of the cement tile workshop, and he is leading seven or eight people to make cement tiles.

These people work with great care to avoid defective products as much as possible.

Both versions of the cement tiles designed by Wan Feng were produced in the form of 1,008 pieces, and two small stacks were stacked in the open space outside the cement factory.

It's basically a stereotyped product.

In another room, Yang Fusheng, who specializes in writing couplets during the Chinese New Year in the village, is splashing ink and copying the advertising words written by Wan Feng, and dozens of copies have been copied.

Zhang Hai got a flower glass out of nowhere, pretending to be watching the advertisement copied by Yang Fusheng.

The words on the red paper are as big as a matchbox, and he wears glasses, isn't this pretending!

You wear glasses for such a big word, and you will have to thunder and thunder when you go out without hitting the tree.

"I said Uncle Zhang Hai, you wear glasses for such a big word, you let your nephew say what is good about you?"

"Doesn't that seem to be learned? ”

"Who's showing you?"

Zhang Hai took off his eyes from the bridge of his nose and returned them to Yang Fusheng: "I get dizzy when I wear this thing." ”

This is the authentic eggplant without eggs.

"Nephew, I'm still a little worried, this thing can attract business by posting it?"

"Of course!" Wan Feng replied in the affirmative.

"Then tomorrow I'll send someone around to post it. ”

"Give me ten, I'm going to the commune tomorrow and possibly I'm going to Blue Mountain Farm, I'll post a few. ”

Zhang Hai picked up ten advertisements and gave them to Wan Feng.

Wan Feng will go to the Blue Mountain Farm tomorrow to naturally prepare to sell popsicles, and this time he has spent a lot of money on himself and Luan Feng, and the money is not only not much, but also less.

This must be made up, and there will be more places to spend money in the future, at least the sewing machine cannot be less than fifty yuan even if it is the cheapest price.

Sitting at home money will never come, Wan Feng's creed in the previous life is that pie will not fall from the sky, and he is ready to inherit this creed in this life, at least he will not be deceived if he has this creed in his heart.

Therefore, starting tomorrow, he will start a new mode of making money.

He has already found two agents in the villain's book, and he doesn't have to worry about it at all, the only thing he can use is to put aside a few days to collect the money and then clean up the broken glass.

Recently, there has been less broken glass collected, and he can only send it to the glass wire factory for more than half a month.

So he plans to take advantage of the holiday to find a donkey by selling popsicles and riding a donkey to find a donkey, looking for new business opportunities.

After carrying the advertisement and walking out of the house, Wan Feng pushed his bicycle along the east road and prepared to go home, but as soon as he turned his head, he looked at the mountain beam between the two teams in front of Wahouwa.

If he remembered correctly, he remembered that Jiang Jun's family lived on the other side of this mountain beam, and he decided to go to Jiang Jun to have a look anyway.

This goods are on vacation, and if you are idle, you may relapse from the old disease, and a few days ago, didn't this product steal the melon of the old Liangtou!

Thinking of this, Wan Feng's eyes lit up, and he didn't even think about putting his bicycle in the open space outside the workshop.

"Uncle, ride your bike back when you get off work. ”

After Zhu Ping agreed in the house, Wan Feng pulled his legs and ran towards the mountain beam.

The direction of this mountain beam is from south to north, the further north it goes, the lower the terrain, and when it reaches the junction between the depression and the east end, there is only a small cliff about seven or eight meters high, and the road leading to the outside behind the depression passes under this small cliff.

To the north, the ridge is becoming less and less productive, but to the south, it is a bit steep, with trees and arable land on the top of the mountain.

Lao Liangtou's home is on a flat area on the top of this mountain.

There is only one lonely three-room house here, where Lao Liangtou and his wife live.

This old man fiddled with melons and fruits in the Waqian team when he was middle-aged, and later fiddled with melons and fruits by himself when he was old, which can be regarded as fiddling with melons and fruits for a lifetime.

It is still far from Lao Liangtou's house, and the unique fragrance of muskmelon comes from the air.

Wan Feng took a deep breath, too intoxicated.

In his last life, his favorite food was muskmelon, but he didn't eat enough of it, but he didn't feel much about watermelon and other melons.

When approaching the territory of Lao Liangtou, Wan Feng found that the area of the hill on the top of the mountain was about three acres, surrounded by crops such as sorghum millet and melons.

A spirited old man rushed out of the house with a dung fork, and the wind rushed in front of Wan Feng, and the dung fork stared at Wan Feng majestically.

"Stop!

This is taking oneself for a thief.

Seeing Lao Liang's appearance as if he was facing a great enemy, Wan Feng wanted to laugh very much, but when he thought about laughing, it didn't match the current atmosphere, so he held back.

"Old man, I want to see if your melon is ripe?"

"If you're not cooked, let's go. ”

As for the deceitful ghost, by the fragrance of the air, the melons in this garden are already partially ripe.

"Hey, you old man, I sent you money but you drove me away, it's really not a good thing to take the God of Wealth seriously. ”

The old man's eyes rolled: "Little yolk Zi's tone is not small, and you are still the God of Wealth? ”

If you don't give this old man some color, he thinks we're here to ask for food.

Wan Feng took out a handful of colorful tickets from his pocket: "Old man, take a few of your best melons and taste them." ”