Tang Zhuang also had this question. When he arrived at the finish line, his face did not change when he saw Wan Feng, and his heart did not beat. It was as if what he had just experienced was not a three-thousand-meter long-distance run but a walk.

"Is this the level of your sports school? It's not that good at all."

Wan Feng walked past Tangzhuang, leaving a fleeting word behind him.

Tangzhuang's eyes burned when he faced Wan Feng's back.

When Wan Feng walked past the rostrum, he stopped and looked at Zhang Xushao provocatively for a few seconds.

Didn't you say that just one of the people from your sports school can beat me to the punch? Does your face hurt this time?

Wan Feng walked back to the location of Jiangwei School with his head held high.

Zhang Xushao's face looked as ugly as possible. How could he not know that Wan Feng was demonstrating to him?

Unexpectedly, the student who left a bad impression on him at the first meeting turned out to be a genius in long-distance running, and he made all the team members in the school lose their temper.

This time I am very embarrassed.

If this guy is trained properly, he could be a national champion at the very least!

Such a thought came to Zhang Xushao's mind strangely, but when Wan Feng looked at him with provocative eyes, the thought immediately disappeared.

No matter how powerful you are and how fast you can run, I won't look for you. Your path to becoming a national champion is blocked by me!

Zhang Xushao felt furious, but he didn't know that even if he looked for Wan Feng, he would definitely not go.

Wan Feng didn't want to be a national champion, so he returned to the school station and sat down on the table.

Luan Feng took out a handkerchief from somewhere and wiped Wan Feng's sweat with a playful smile, but Wan Feng glared back.

"Xu Bin! Go and receive the award for me."

Xu Bin went to receive the award with a proud look on his face. When he passed by Li Guang, he deliberately said: "We have the first overall score, are you jealous?"

Li Guang's face turned purple.

The poorest team in the Warrior Commune actually won the first place in the primary school group. How can you explain this?

"Are you still running the 5,000 meters?" Li Yi asked Wan Feng. If Wan Feng did not participate in the 5,000 meters, all events in Wei School would be over. The students could move freely and go home after the opening and closing ceremonies.

Wan Feng shook his head: "I won't run anymore. My goal has been achieved. There is no point in running anymore."

This decision was made the moment I finished the 3,000-meter run.

Just slap him in the face once, and the effect of another slap will not be much stronger than the first time. He doesn't want to waste his efforts. If he has time, he can still earn thirty cents by buying popsicles.

Hearing that Wan Feng would not participate in the 5,000-meter race, Li Yi began to organize the students to pack their things and retreat after the closing ceremony.

The two-day sports meeting finally came to an end. After the closing ceremony, Jiangwei School returned to Jiangwei with the certificate of first place in the primary school group.

Li Yi said a few simple words and then announced the disbandment.

Wan Feng, Xu Bin, Jiang Jun, and Luan Feng came down from the mountain. When they passed Xu Bin's house, Wan Feng didn't go in. Xu Meilin bit her fingers and stared at him with an expression that made him feel sick to his stomach.

In fact, he really wanted to bring two popsicles back to her, but he couldn't bring them back.

After crossing the small river beside Xiaoshutun Village, Jiang Jun also said goodbye to them and set off on the path leading to the Waqian team.

Now only Wan Feng and Luan Feng are left.

"How much money did you make this afternoon?"

"What do you think?" Luan Feng asked playfully.

"Four dollars?"

"You guessed it right away, it's not fun at all." Luan Feng pouted and muttered, but as soon as she turned her face, she became happy.

"I sold a total of 430 pieces. I earned four yuan and thirty cents plus two yuan in the morning. I can buy a new set of clothes."

Women are like this. When they have money, they dress themselves up and go out to attract bees and butterflies.

"Shall I make one for you too?"

Wan Feng didn't understand: "Make one for me? Why?"

"Didn't you force me to earn this money? I can make you one as a token of my gratitude."

"Come on, you should keep the money. I'm not particular about clothes, as long as my buttocks are bare."

As soon as Wan Feng mentioned bare buttocks, Luan Feng's face turned red inexplicably.

"I now have more than six yuan, which can buy more than ten feet of cloth. It should be enough to make a set and bring one piece with me." Luan Feng was still looking forward to it.

"Do you have any cloth tickets?"

"No."

"Your ideal is just a fantasy and is of no use at all."

"Who said that? If I don't have it, others don't have it. I remember that my sister's house had it. I went to get some and it was there."

When Wan Feng heard that Luan Feng's sister had come out again, he had to quickly divert his attention, otherwise this guy would pester him to take her to her sister's house again.

"Can you make clothes?"

Luan Feng shook his head: "No, but I can make insoles."

What's the use of this? Insoles can't be worn as clothes.

Wan Feng thought for a while: "Then do you like making clothes?"

"I like it! I always like to make clothes, and I often fantasize about making some novel styles."

Does this guy have the qualifications to be a fashion designer? It doesn't look like it no matter how you look at it! If Luan Feng is a fashion designer, Wan Feng would rather believe that she has a future in wrestling.

"Is there anyone in the Wahou team who can make clothes?"

Luan Feng shook his head again: "No."

"You said I would send you to a tailor shop to make clothes. How about you open your own tailor shop after you learn how to do it?"

At that time, the places where clothes were made were called garment shops in the north.

Since Luan Feng likes to make clothes, let her learn to make clothes and open a clothing factory or something in the future.

Wan Feng remembers that in the next two years, some chemical fiber production lines introduced from the West will completely solve the domestic fabric shortage problem. People will also begin to have higher requirements for clothing, and the clothing processing industry will be prosperous for a long time.

If the brick and tile factory can make a profit, it won't be a big deal to open a clothing factory next year. Why don't we just buy a few sewing machines?

As for the cloth tickets, you can go to Sixiang and Bali to collect them. Anyway, there are many people whose cloth tickets are simply useless and wasted.

At that time, most of the cloth tickets were issued by the state based on human hair, ranging from a few feet to more than ten feet per person per year. However, most rural families could hardly use these cloth tickets because they had no money to buy them.

So this is an amazing number.

If they open a garment factory and spend money to collect cloth stamps, it solves the problem of fabric sources and provides additional income to families whose cloth stamps are useless. This is a win-win situation.

"Okay, okay!" Luan Feng jumped up with joy. If she had wings under her ribs, she would have flown into the sky.

"But where to study?" Luan Feng's joy did not last for a few seconds before she fell into sorrow.

This doesn't seem to be a problem. There are clothes makers in Gushan Commune's trading warehouse and supply and marketing cooperative. Wouldn't it be enough to just go and find a master?

As for whether they will accept disciples or not, it is not a difficult matter.
Chapter completed!