Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

Hua'er stayed there for half a minute, then jumped up and danced around her mother: "It's so beautiful, it's so beautiful."

Is this the rhythm to fly?

"Mom, let me wear it too."

Turning his face away, he saw Wan Feng with a look of contempt.

"What are you looking at?"

"You don't have to be ashamed to wear your mother's clothes!" Wan Feng was not polite at all, and of course he would turn back if he saw his face.

"Huh!" Hua'er snorted and turned to her mother with a wry smile.

Zhou Bingde's wife looked at her daughter uneasily, but she took off her clothes anyway.

Hua'er quickly put on her body.

I have to admit that Hua'er really looks like Hua'er in this dress. If her waist is a little thinner and she walks around the street twice, maybe many people will bump into electric poles.

Hua'er turned around and looked pretty in the mirror, her smiling face looked like a chrysanthemum in September.

"Mom, does it look good?"

Zhou Bingde's wife curled her lips: "What's the use of asking me, you can ask Xiao Wan, he is a man, and a man is only good-looking if he says he is good-looking."

"What kind of man is he? He's only a child."

Be despised! Although I look like a child, I have a mature heart, okay?

Hua'er turned around two more times, maybe because she felt that no one was applauding, there was always something missing, so she finally turned to Wan Feng.

"Hey! Does it look good?"

This little girl even changed her surname for him, whose surname is Wei?

"Looks good, you really look like two kinds of flowers in this dress now."

Hua'er was a little confused, why did two kinds of flowers come out: "What kind of flowers do they look like?"

"Your face is now like a chrysanthemum, and the whole body is a tree that is swaying in the wind... the dogtail grass!"

Anyway, she didn't know what the chrysanthemum represented.

Hua'er didn't respond to the chrysanthemum, but the bristlegrass made her look stiff, but then she picked up the black pants and continued to run to the big mirror, comparing and turning around.

Seeing Wan Feng's toothache, the gene of love for beauty in the bones of women all over the world is incurable.

Hua'er lingered in front of the mirror for five full minutes, finally took off her clothes reluctantly, and then sighed.

"When will I have a nice dress?"

Zhou Bingde's wife carefully put away her clothes, got up and took out a big unity.

"Xiao Wan, how much is it? Auntie will give you the money."

Wan Feng quickly stood up: "Auntie, didn't I promise to give it to you, isn't it a slap in the face if you want to pay me?"

"No, I still have to give the money if the clothes aunt is satisfied." After speaking, he stuffed Wan Feng.

"Auntie, my uncle has accepted me as a godson, and you are my godmother. This dress is my honor to you."

Zhou Bingde's wife was stunned: "When did you adopt me as a godson?"

"Yesterday, he said he wanted to take me in as his godson, but when I asked him for gifts, he refused."

Hua'er giggled on the side.

"This old guy has always been out of tune in his work. He doesn't accept me. From now on, you are my godson."

Why did he escape the fate of being a godson to others? Xia Qiulong is his own godfather, and here comes another one. Does this count as a family slave with three surnames?

During the Three Kingdoms period, Lu Bu became a family slave of the three surnames because of this. Isn't he just like Lu Bu?

"Godmother!" Although it felt like a shameful thing, Wan Feng still called godmother.

"Hey! We will be a family from now on, and Hua'er will be your god-sister from now on."

Hua'er approached Wan Feng with a smile and said, "Brother."

Wan Feng rolled his eyes: "What are you doing?"

"Can you design a dress for me, my godmother? Just treat it as a meeting gift for my godmother."

This sister-in-law's face is probably thick-skinned.

"Sister Gan, you should be the one who gave me a meeting gift, right? You are an adult after all."

"Son, don't listen to your sister. She has been working for more than a year, and I haven't seen her pay a penny. She still asks me for money every day. Don't talk to her."

"Mom, am I my own?"

"I picked it up on the side of the road!"

Hua'er twisted her waist and went out humming,

Then there was a clanging sound outside, and the laundry tub had suffered.

"Godmother, I still have something to go to the textile printing and dyeing factory, so I won't stay here today."

"Let's eat here at noon."

"No, there's something urgent, and I have to go back after I'm done."

Wan Feng came out of the room, and saw Hua'er sitting on the stool in a bit of embarrassment, her trousers below her knees were still dripping like they had been washed.

It is estimated that she came out to vent her air with the washtub, and the washtub fought back, and the water in it splashed her pants.

Wan Feng squatted beside Hua'er: "Sister, don't be angry when Mom said you picked it up by the avenue, she told me, in fact, you didn't pick it up by the avenue, but picked it up in the trash can when she was taking out the trash .”

Hua'er turned her head and stared at Wan Feng viciously.

"Don't look at me with this kind of eyes. I don't have any clothes. I have this, do you want it?"

Wan Feng took out two bottles of cosmetics from his satchel as if by magic.

"Megajing! Kong Fengchun!" Hua'er exclaimed and stretched out her hand.

"Take your paws away and smile! Don't laugh? If you don't laugh, who will give it to you? I didn't pick it up, but paid for it."

Hua'er wasn't ready to laugh, but she had a premonition in her heart: "If you don't laugh, this godbrother who doesn't know where will definitely not give it to her."

For two bottles of high-end cosmetics, Hua'er decides to sell her smile.

So, grinned.

With this smile, the world turns and the stars move, and the situation fades away.

"It's better not to smile. It's uglier than crying. There's no sincerity at all. Give me a bottle."

Wan Feng patted a bottle of Kong Fengchun in Hua'er's hand, put the other bottle back in his satchel, stood up and left.

Hua'er was stunned, is there any reason to give away one bottle after taking out two bottles?

Who is this? What is this?

Leaving the Zhou family, Wanfeng rushed to the textile printing and dyeing factory in strides, unexpectedly Xia Qiulong was already waiting here.

The two entered the factory and found Yan Shishi, who entered the defective product warehouse.

"There is a new defective product that was sent in yesterday. Go and have a look, it's very interesting inside."

After Wan Feng put the four boxes of Pegasus into Yan Shishi's pocket, Yan Shishi said this.

There were about a dozen pieces of defective products delivered yesterday, stacked on a previously vacant shelf, and there were about six or seven bundles of gingham in different colors.

This is exactly what Wan Feng is looking for today.

These bolts of gingham cloth are not off-print cloth, but damaged cloth. There is no problem with the color, but it is damaged during the period.

Wan Feng and Xia Qiulong shook it open and found that the damage rate was quite low. It took several meters to find one or two small damages.

"This kind of cloth is thrown into the defective products? Isn't this a prodigal?"

"The cloth comes off one by one. Do you ask the workers to cut off the damaged parts little by little and then connect them? That's not enough trouble."

Wan Feng thought the same.

These six or seven bundles of patterned cloth are more than 400 feet long, and Wan Feng's cloth ticket is more than 200 feet long. According to the conversion given by the factory, it is enough to buy these patterned cloths.

Seeing the reluctance in the eyes of the other Bu Wanfengs, it seems that we should buy cloth tickets again.