Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

Although Wan Feng had never collected stamps in his previous life, he had read many books on stamp collecting. Basically, he had some impressions of some valuable stamps in later generations, such as the most valuable big stamps and small stamps of the motherland and the dragons of the Qing Dynasty. ticket.

But those things are hard to come by. It might be harder to get them, but it’s not too difficult to get a monkey ticket.

"Comrade, is this the only version? Can you show it to me?"

"Buy it or not? If you don't buy it, what are you looking at?"

"Of course I will."

The saleswoman looked at Wan Feng with the eyes of a class enemy, and the pimples on her face all expressed a meaning: Can you afford it?

Since this woman looked down on poor and lower-middle peasants, Wan Feng didn't mind calling her acne in his heart.

Wan Feng had no choice but to take out a sheet of Da Tuan from his pocket and wave it in front of Acne.

Seeing no rabbits, no hawks, no ghosts, no hanging strings, when Achilles saw the great unity ticket in Wan Feng's hand, he finally moved his butt off the stool, reluctantly came to the counter, and stretched out his hand from the counter. He took out the stamp and threw it in front of Wan Feng.

"The one that just came today has two editions in total. If you want to buy it, hurry up, and we'll split it up and sell it later."

Hearing that there were two versions, Wan Feng felt overjoyed and automatically forgave that old face with pimples and repelling people thousands of miles away.

so close! It wouldn't be worth that much if it were taken apart.

After confirming that it was exactly what he had in mind, Wan Feng took out a ticket for a machine tool worker and a ticket for a female tractor driver from his pocket.

"I want it all."

Acne looked at Wan Feng like an idiot, probably wondering why this idiot bought so many stamps?

While he was looking for money, Wan Feng took out the kraft paper bag he made in advance from his schoolbag, and carefully put the stamps in it.

This is his first long-term investment, and the time span of investment is as long as thirty years.

He didn't know if he could keep this edition of stamps properly during these thirty years. If he could keep them perfectly until thirty years later, he would have more than two million dollars in property out of thin air.

He remembered that in 2015, the entire page of Gengshen monkey tickets reached 1.05 million.

Even if there is an accident in the middle, it will only lose a dozen yuan of investment.

If he can keep this edition of stamps properly until 2015, it will be worth two million.

Although the time span in the middle is too long, he thinks it is worth investing in. After all, there are few things in this world that can have an appreciation of 150,000 times.

In his previous life, he hadn't saved more than 300,000 yuan until the day of the car accident.

The advantage is that its investment is small, an investment of more than ten yuan.

The disadvantage is that it is more difficult to store.

However, Wan Feng is confident that this investment will be carried out to the end.

Although the monkey ticket has appreciated by more than 150,000 times, after all, it will be decades later, and his business must continue for now.

So his next destination is naturally Xinhua Bookstore.

Today is a cloudy day, and the tumbling clouds are always reminding him that he has things to hurry up.

After leaving the post office, he went straight to Xinhua Bookstore.

Xinhua Bookstore and the post office are on the same street, only two to three hundred meters away.

Wan Feng walked briskly into the Xinhua Bookstore.

In the 1980s, it was the eve of the opening up of all industries, and the cultural aspect was the first field where a hundred flowers began to bloom. People who experienced the cultural desert during the Cultural Revolution rushed into the Xinhua Bookstore like hungry people rushed to bread, so the Xinhua Bookstore at that time was almost overcrowded.

The comic book counter that Wan Feng went to was even more crowded, even children came here to enjoy their eyesight.

It is also a pleasure to read the book cover without seeing the content.

Wan Feng didn't go into the crowd, he only bought stamps with him, so if he was squeezed into a forced shape, the gain would outweigh the loss.

He didn't come to the counter until it was almost noon and the children in front of the counter were almost gone.

He didn't pick and choose comic books, as long as he didn't have them, he took them all. Soon he picked more than 80 comic books, which cost him another ten yuan.

When he walked out of the gate of Xinhua Bookstore with his bulging schoolbag on his back, the store was about to close for a rest.

There was a bus passing Xiaogushan at 11:30 noon, and Wan Feng took this bus to go home. It was around 12 o'clock when he arrived at Xiaogushan, and it was already past 12:30 when he walked back to his grandma's house out of breath.

The first thing he did when he returned to his grandma's house was not to number the comic strips, but to decorate the monkey ticket.

He wrapped the stamps layer by layer with kraft paper and sandwiched them between two planed planks in advance, wrapped several layers of kraft paper outside, and tied them with string.

This thing cannot be placed in a place with high humidity, and it must be protected from being bitten by mice.

There are two cabinets for clothes in my grandma's house, and this edition of stamps is placed on the bottom of the cabinets.

This is also the best preservation method Wan Feng can find.

As soon as he finished stamping, he hurried to Xiaoshutun to serve those children who rented books.

Including the new book, he now has 170 comic books, and although he has not rented out all of them, he has rented out more than 130 books.

After evaluation, Wan Feng felt that these books should be enough for him to turn around for a year, and he didn't plan to add any more books in a short time.

Wan Feng's first Sunday at Jiangwei School passed away.

Since the battle with Brother Tan Sheng was over, there was a brief period of peace in the fifth grade. Tan Sheng was no longer as arrogant and domineering as before, and he was much more honest.

Wan Feng is not a militant, on the contrary, he was a bit cowardly and was often bullied by others in his last life. If he hadn't been well versed in the principle of being kind and being bullied in this life, he would not have become vicious in wars.

His heart's wish in this life is to be a rich man, a rich man who will be better than Bill Gates in the future, and he is determined not to live a rigid life for the rest of his life.

It's just that now is not the time for him to flex his muscles. One is that he is still young and has many physical problems that he can't adapt to. What's more, the reform and opening up has just started now, and everything is like the morning after the night has just dissipated, and many conditions are not yet mature.

But Wan Feng is not in a hurry, even if he graduates from high school, he will have time to do everything. If there were no accidents in the middle, he should have graduated from high school in the summer of 1986, failed to enter university, was assigned to drive a tractor in the Construction Corps, and returned to the Hongya Warriors Commune with his family in the winter of a year later.

That's when he showed his talents.

What he is doing now is laying the foundation in advance. It is best to save the start-up capital when he starts his own business.

This amount does not need to be too large, and the goal he set is 10,000 yuan.

By 1988, he needed at least 10,000 yuan in starting capital.