Chapter 174 What's Yours Is Mine And What Is Mine Is Mine

Zhang Hai's speech is over. The purpose of his speech is to publish some accounts to boost morale. Strive to make the accounts transparent so that members can work wholeheartedly without any lumps in their hearts.

It can be seen that Zhang Hai really wants to lead Wa's descendants to live a good life.

After the members started to work, Zhang Hai and the accountant came to Wan Feng.

"I decided to expand the scale of the brick kiln and tile factory while I still have two dollars in my hand."

Wan Feng did not express any objection to this suggestion. Yijian relied on doubling the size of the brick and tile factory without worrying about product sales. With such favorable conditions, of course, the scale of production must be expanded.

"Then how much do you want to expand?"

"When the bricks from this kiln come out of the kiln, I want to expand the six-hole kiln. I figured it out. If we have bricks, we can complete the expansion and put it into production within a month at most."

Wan Feng nodded.

"The production workshop of the tile factory will be expanded again, and the minimum scale can meet 1,200 pieces a day. As for the square of the drying yard, we can build a shed with several layers of iron frames for the cultivation of tiles. what do you think?"

This time Wan Feng looked at Zhang Hai with admiration, and he would use his brain to make progress.

In fact, Wan Feng thought about this problem yesterday when Xiao Dexiang came, but he didn't say anything about the high cost of using iron welding to make the shelf.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Hai also thought of this.

"But the cost of the iron frame is not low."

"I know, we can get some parts first, and then replace them one by one, and it will be fine slowly."

"Very good!" Wan Feng only said two words.

"I'll start working as soon as the bricks from the kiln come out."

Zhang Hai was busy again, but Wan Feng had nothing to do.

Suddenly, Wan Feng didn't know what to do.

Selling fish is now a fishing ban, and that’s the Argentinian football star—it’s gone; the cantaloupe is down, and although Lao Liangtou has planted some watermelon, there’s not much for him to eat;

to sell popsicles...

Think about it or forget it, the profit of more than two yuan a day from selling that thing with one finger is a waste of time.

So in the next few days, Wan Feng was almost in a situation of doing nothing except drawing some samples for Luan Feng.

The only good news is that he used his free time these days to improve his swimming skills to the breaststroke stage, and he is no longer a dog in one posture.

Beginning of autumn will begin on August 7th, and the water in the river will immediately become cold as soon as the beginning of autumn, so he spends a lot of time in the water these days, trying to improve his swimming skills before the beginning of autumn.

Luan Feng's business has been developing step by step. Ever since bad patches suddenly turned into various beautiful patterns, and people with monotonous clothes discovered that patches can also be turned into beautiful highlights, the various patches she made up every day turned out to be beautiful patterns. her main income for the day.

Fifteen to twenty cents can make an old dress look new, and more clothes will be added after the beginning of autumn, so the housewives in Wahou rummaged through a lot of old clothes and sent them to Luanfeng Here it is reworked.

And this trend soon began to spread, spreading to the entire Jiangwei brigade in just a few days.

Even some women who are too stinky to go to heaven have to sew a pattern on it if they are not holes, such as sewing small trees on the cuffs, small flowers on the neckline, and a big flower on the chest...

Wan Feng was once again defeated by the women's spirit of pursuing beauty, and he thought that you can't embroider at home by yourself? It's really stupid to spend this wrong money.

Of course, you can only think about this in your heart, and it would be silly to say it.

Luan Feng's house is now full of people, and the girls and daughters-in-law of each team can't even open the door.

When there are more women, men will naturally come to join in the fun, and many guys also booed. They also want to catch up with the fashion and make some signs on themselves.

Ever since Han Wenhai and Li Laowu made Pippi Xia and Ye Liangchen in the middle of their hats, you can see that almost all the guys wearing Weiwei hats gave Luan Feng fifteen cents to make their hats colorful of.

The most interesting thing is that a guy actually sewed a turtle pattern on his green hat.

Wan Feng chased this guy and praised him for his creativity and chased him for more than 100 meters...

"I'm exhausted." Luan Feng looked up at the night sky and sighed faintly.

"I'm tired too." Wan Feng also sighed.

"You have been idle for the past two days, wandering around, you are so tired."

"You've been lying on my back for a long time. Are you over two hundred catties now? Do you think I'm tired? Get up."

"Heck, no."

Wan Feng turned over and rolled Luan Feng off his back.

The woman just couldn't give a smile. He clearly agreed that he would lie down on the beach and let her lie down for a minute, but after lying down for more than ten minutes, he still couldn't get down.

Wan Feng lay on his back on the beach, trying to catch his breath, but Luan Feng turned over and lay on his chest again.

"Would you like to stay away from me, please?"

"People are eager to stick together when they are in love, you freak still push it out."

"If you stick together all the time, you will go crazy."

"Guess how many patches I sewed today?" Luan Feng asked, resting her head on Wan Feng's chest.

"Where can I guess, I'm not a fortune teller."

"I sewed out a hundred and twenty-three patches today."

Wan Feng was taken aback, what the hell, there are so many things, and patching is so promising?

Each patch is calculated at 15 cents, and the one hundred and twenty-three patches are almost 20 yuan. After removing the various costs of each patch, Luan Feng earned a minimum of more than ten yuan, which is almost catching up. He sold melons in a carriage.

"I made more than fifteen yuan today." Luan Feng couldn't help saying in a low voice, her hot breath made Wan Feng itchy.

"So many!" This was beyond Wan Feng's expectation.

"I even made two pairs of trousers for nothing today."

Sew more than a hundred patches and make two pairs of pants? Who is this girl fighting with?

"Including the money I made for sewing a few days ago, I've already earned back the money for the sewing machine and I still have some left over. I didn't bring it with me when I came out at night because I was afraid that I might lose it. I'll give it to you tomorrow."

I have finally made progress, knowing that money will still be lost in my pocket, this is a gratifying phenomenon.

"It hurts to talk about money. What's yours is mine. What's mine is mine, and what's yours is still mine."

At first Luan Feng agreed, but after thinking about it carefully, it was wrong, and knocked Wan Feng with his fist: "Bad guy, what do you mean yours is yours, and mine is yours too?"

"Aren't you mine sooner or later? Don't you agree? Oh, then I have to think about our relationship. "

Luan Feng giggled: "You always have something to deal with, and it's a pleasure to be with you. You always have some unexpected words that people don't expect."

People should be happy for the rest of their lives, and live a happy life.

It's a pity that there is never a happy time in this world, and then Wan Feng suddenly said something that made Luan Feng fall from heaven to hell.