Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

Liang Wan looked enviously at Wan Feng riding a bicycle: "I didn't expect you, a little dick, to actually make this mess out. I really don't know what's in your head."

"Sell it to you for eighty yuan?"

"What! You bought a car for three yuan and sold it to me for eighty yuan? Little dick, your heart is too dark." Liang Wan was furious.

Wan Feng curled his lips: "Uncle Liang Wan, you are talking nonsense, can you hear it? I change the rims and tires. Is it not money? I take it to the Gushan Machinery Factory to flatten the shelf for free? You just eat the fruit And popsicles fell from the sky, and it's all money!"

"Then tell me how much you spent?"

"It's more than thirty yuan."

In fact, Wan Feng counted all the expenses, and the total cost was less than twenty-five yuan. The main thing here was two sets of inner and outer tires, which cost more than ten yuan.

In 1980, the retail price of a Baishan was between 100 and 111. As for Feige, the permanent phoenix red flag was around 150 yuan, and a ticket was required.

In any case, it is a remarkable thing that Wan Feng can pack up a bicycle that can run for twenty yuan.

"It's only thirty yuan and you dare to sell it to me for eighty yuan? You have a bad conscience."

Wan Feng chuckled: "If you give me your daughter as a wife for nothing, I will give you this bicycle for nothing."

"I'm really ready to think about this issue. I think my Huazi can really live a good life if he follows you in the future."

That's for sure, it's just that the two sides have no fate.

Wan Feng rode his bicycle back to Wahou. Although riding a big pole was a bit of a jerk, he still felt very good.

When my uncle and aunt saw Wan Feng coming back on a strange bicycle, their eyeballs almost popped out.

Zhu Ping wanted to buy a car for a long time, but he hadn't saved enough money for several years, but this nephew got a car and returned without saying a word.

They have also seen this broken car, but never thought it could run.

"When I go to school, the car is owned by the two of you, but when I'm at home, it must be in my command."

Today is Sunday, and Wan Feng will be in command of the bicycle when he is at home on vacation. My uncle can only look at it with greedy eyes.

The children in Dongtou were even more envious, running wildly behind Wan Feng's bicycle.

"Don't follow me, I don't care if you follow me."

Wan Feng turned around twice at the east end, and turned into the ditch as soon as the handlebars were bent. He was going to a place, to be precise, a family. The family with the highest terrain, his family is almost at the top of the mountain ridge between Wahou and Shanhou.

Wan Feng arrived at the southernmost end of the ditch. When he got out of the car and was about to push the cart up the mountain, he looked up and saw many people gesticulating at the brick factory, and at the same time, some members of the commune were carrying stones and bricks to the site. .

There are also a few bicycles parked on the edge of the field.

It turned out that the cadres of the brigade came to inspect after they arrived in Wa.

This has little to do with Wan Feng, he still pushed his bicycle up the mountain.

Sunday is a happy day for most of the students, and they fly freely on Sunday like birds with wings spread.

But for Yuan Yimin, it was completely different.

Because Sunday is his father's day off, he is always terrified to have his father at home.

He doubted whether his old man would laugh. He remembered that he had never seen his old man smile since he was sensible. Even when he returned to the village, he looked indifferent.

His father works in an on-site printing factory. He only rides home on Saturday afternoon a week, and goes to the county town on Monday morning. He usually lives in the dormitory of the factory.

He also didn't know why he was scared when he saw his father, as long as his father was at home, he would not act rashly like a mouse guarding a cat.

Yuan Yimin lay in his room boredly looking at the street in a daze,

The books in front of him were just pretending. He had already finished his homework, but he didn't dare to go out to play.

He wants to go out and play to his heart's content in the vast world.

I should have rented two comic books yesterday and read them secretly.

Whenever he thinks of renting a book from a villain, he thinks of that nasty deskmate. This bastard copied my homework every day and didn't get any discounts when renting books. What a fucking bastard!

Yuan Yimin turned his fear of his father into resentment against someone.

Next time you rent a book, you must write Wan Feng as a puppy or Wan Feng as a bastard in the inconspicuous position of the villain book...

Just thinking of this, Yuan Yimin suddenly noticed a figure in front of his house, and then a person appeared at his door.

Oh shit, why am I thinking of the bastard, and the bastard is here.

Yuan Yimin jumped up from the kang, rushed out with lightning speed, and stopped Wan Feng at the gate who had parked his bicycle and was about to enter.

"Bastard! Didn't you copy my homework every day? Why did you come to my house to complain?"

Wan Feng looked at Yuan Yimin, who looked bitter and bitter, and smiled: "Comrade, didn't I tell you not to be too dark in your heart? I came to your house to sue your father? Can you stop being sentimental."

Yuan Yimin was confused: "Why did you come to my house without suing?"

"Didn't I say that I want to ask you something, it has nothing to do with you, do you have a dog?"

As soon as Wan Feng finished speaking, barks came from under his feet, and he lowered his head to see a little milk dog not much bigger than a cat cub staring at him.

The puppy had a ferocious expression, and grinned at Wan Feng, but Wan Feng grabbed it and held it up as soon as he saw a flower in front of him.

The puppy immediately tucked its tail to indicate that it had a fear of heights.

"Take me to see your old man."

"Are you sure you didn't come to sue?" Yuan Yimin asked again worriedly.

"The heart of a villain."

Yuan Hai, the father of Yuan Yimin, was sitting on the kang reading a thick book, when the door rang, his son Yuan Yimin and a student who was about the same height as his son walked in.

"Dad! This is Wan Feng, my tablemate, Zhu Xianyu's grandson. He wants to ask you something."

After Yuan Yimin's introduction, Wan Feng immediately climbed up the pole: "Hello, Uncle Yuan!"

Yuan Hai nodded and did not speak.

"Yimin said that you are the director of a printing factory, and I want to ask you something about printing."

The fire in Yuan Yimin's heart came up after Wan Feng's death. The bastard really set him up. When did he say that his father became the factory director.

"Children don't understand nonsense. I'm not the factory director, but the workshop director of the printing workshop."

The workshop director is also very good, and he can be regarded as a person with real power in the factory, although the power is a little less.

"Uncle Yuan! Can I ask you something?"

"What do you want to ask?"

"What kind of products are you printing in your printing factory now?"

Yuan Hai wondered why a child asked this? But it was rare for someone to chat with him to relieve boredom, so he answered.

"What else can be printed, the homework books you use for school, the calendar headers that every family has, and the various account books used in factories, mines and rural areas, that's all."

Wan Feng made some calculations, and these were the only things that could be printed in those days.