Rebirth of the 80s New Farmer

Chapter 547
The issue of having children is still too far away, there is no need to discuss it now, when Wan Feng returns in the future, the Beiliao area has already started to implement late marriage and late childbearing.

I don’t know whether it’s a national policy issue or people’s ideas have changed. Anyway, people in the coastal area are getting older and older. In the middle of the 90s, it turns out that the age of marriage is generally around 28 or [-] years old, not in cities but in rural areas. Probably also relatively rare.

"Planting a few trees in front of the door requires flowering trees. In summer, the trees will be full of flowers, so beautiful. In the future, I will open a field in front of the door to plant melons. Then I can smell the fragrance of melons when I lie at home."

In a blink of an eye, Luan Feng forgot about Wan Feng's question of finding someone else to have a child, and began to be busy dreaming.

"Cut! If you grow a piece of melon, those children will have something to do, maybe even the melon seedlings can be stolen."

Luan Feng obviously didn't think about this question, she blinked her eyes in a daze, and said after a long time: "Then I will raise two more dogs, whoever dares to steal will bite!"

Wan Feng didn't bother to talk about Luan Feng's lofty plans: "Let's go! Stop dreaming."

Luan Feng followed behind Wan Feng and chattered: "Why am I dreaming? My thoughts are so simple and beautiful, but you keep hitting me."

"Hehe, if I hadn't hit you all the time, you would have flown into the sky like a kite."

Luan Feng took a few steps and kicked behind Wan Feng: "Who is going to the sky?"

Wan Feng, who had been on guard for a long time, dodged.

"Don't hide, let me kick you, a man should have a big heart."

A broad mind does not mean being honest and honest. Bethune, who served the people wholeheartedly, was not necessarily willing to do so.

"That's right, a man should have a broad mind in order to embrace more women."

Luan Feng was dumbfounded and then flew into a rage: "What? You bloody little scoundrel, you still want to hug more women? I want you to hug more...don't run away!"

don't run?Idiots don't run!

Wan Feng ran freely like the wind, and disappeared in the village in a blink of an eye. Luan Feng was so angry that he stomped violently behind him, and after stomping a few times, he burst out laughing.

Not to mention that the little bastard answered the sentence perfectly, how did this guy come up with his head?

But it's just limited to thinking about it, wanting to hug more women, hum!Unless my wife is dead.

Seeing that Luan Feng didn't chase him any more, Wan Feng stopped running, and walked leisurely through Xigouli to the shoe factory.

The workers in the shoe factory are busy busy. The first batch of apprentice workers are leading the second batch of new workers. In a few days, these new workers will be apprentices. At that time, the shoe factory can increase the night shift.

With two shifts, the monthly output of the shoe factory can reach the scale of [-] pairs.

It's a pity that the staff is still tense, otherwise it would be nice to add another production line.

In front of the sales department, there are more than ten people picking up the goods. These are all shoe sellers who go to the market in the morning.

Due to the increase in surrounding markets, some people who do not farm land have become professional marketers. They take shoes from shoe factories or clothes from clothing factories to go to various markets. You can earn three or five yuan.

These small traders don't get many goods at one time. They take more than ten pairs of a style, usually fifty or sixty pairs.

Wan Feng quietly watched these vendors take their goods and leave happily.

"Uncle, how much can these people who go to the market get in a day?"

Luan Changyuan, Wan Feng's future father-in-law, was in charge of sales. After the production team was disbanded, Luan Changyuan was assigned by Zhang Hai to be in charge of sales in the shoe factory, and Luan Feng's grandfather became the gatekeeper of the shoe factory.

"We now produce about 230 pairs a day, which is barely enough for these vendors to get the goods, and there is hardly any surplus."

No surplus?

This is not acceptable, products cannot always be in the low-end market, when will this become a famous brand?It is necessary to enter the market in big cities, but the current output seems to be unable to maintain the local market, and there is no surplus product to enter the shopping malls in big cities.

It is necessary to open another production line. Before people understand the importance of doing business, we will create a brand and form brand awareness in people's ideas. In the future, we will have the confidence to compete with those big foreign brands.

Wan Feng turned around and entered the technical department.

It is said that there is only one retired master from Lifang in the technical department, and the rest of the trainers from Lifang left after they were able to work independently. The old master surnamed Hong thinks this place is quite energetic. I stayed and took care of some technical matters.

The shoe factory paid him 40 yuan a month, which is considered the highest salary.

"Master Hong, where did you buy these shoe-making machines? Do you always know?"

"Isn't there a nameplate on the machine? Go and have a look and you'll know."

Wan Feng slapped his head, his cleverness was misunderstood by his cleverness.

So I went into the workshop and found a nameplate that was a bit blurry on a cutting machine.

The machinery factory is in Shenyang.

Before the 80s, more than half of the country's industrial machinery products were produced in the three northeastern provinces, so Wan Feng was not surprised when he saw that the shoe-making machine was produced by Shenyang.

"How much did you pay for this production line?"

Master Hong shook his head: "I don't know about this. It's my turn to know what the commune invests in."

Wan Feng looked at several types of machines on this production line, and estimated that they would cost eight thousand.

When this production line came up, Wan Feng was going to make some high-end products, mainly to enter shopping malls in big cities.

Naturally, higher-end items have higher prices. Wan Feng tentatively set the price in his mind as the ex-factory price is around four yuan, and the retail price is five to six yuan.

Wan Feng copied the phone number of the factory from the nameplate of the product, and was going to call the brigade.

The team should press a phone, it is really inconvenient not to have a phone.

But now it costs 6000 yuan to install a phone at his own expense, is Zhang Hai willing to spend this money?

It would be great if the commune could give An one. This should encourage Zhang Hai to go to the commune to ask for it, maybe it will come soon.

"What are you thinking about, kid?"

Wan Feng, who was in a trance, heard Zhang Hai's voice.

"Hey, Uncle Zhang Hai, you said that we now have two factories, but we don't even have a telephone. It's too inconvenient to contact for business. Do you think the commune should install a telephone for us? What?"

Zhang Hai thought for a while and nodded: "It's really inconvenient. If something happens, you can't always go to the brigade."

"I think you should go to Secretary Liang and ask for a phone with all your silliness. Now your task is to ask for a phone and try to install it for us before winter begins."

"Can you speak nicely, kid? What do you mean by sloppy face? This is an aboveboard demand. I will go to the commune to ask for it tomorrow. If Secretary Liang doesn't give it to me, I will go to his house for dinner."

Isn't this called a dead skin?

(End of this chapter)