Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

Returning to school after lunch, Wan Feng took a look at the program brochure, and was disappointed to find that the long-distance running event was only 1,500 meters, not even 3,000 meters.

He had no choice but to add another 800 meters after reporting 1,500 meters.

Now that the school was about to hold a sports meeting, the campus was immediately replaced by an atmosphere of developing sports. There were countless people running like sharpening their guns on the playground, and even the afternoon classes became dispensable.

Of course Wan Feng wouldn't go running around on the playground. There are only two days before the sports meeting. up.

Besides, he has full confidence in his long-distance running ability, not to mention that he didn't give up training, even if he didn't practice, he wouldn't feel that anyone was his opponent.

Every morning when he works out on the beach by the river, he usually starts with a long run around the beach.

Perhaps the students' attention was attracted by the sports meeting, but in the afternoon after school, there were fewer book deliveries and more rented books.

For Wan Feng, this is not good news. The only good news is probably that today's comic book has not been destroyed.

Has Liu Shengguang's attention also shifted to the sports meeting?

About half of the books I have accumulated today are about seventy or eighty books, and the wooden box is almost full.

Sports games usually bring endless business opportunities. Wan Feng spent a long time thinking about how to make money in this Jiangwei School sports meeting.

Thinking about it, there seems to be no other way to make money except selling popsicles.

Of course, he can also take his comic books to school to rent on the spot, and rent them for reading in the school playground.

However, considering the impact of this problem, the idea was dismissed.

There is a Lanshan Farm between the Yongshi Commune and Hongya County, and there is a small popsicle factory in the Lanshan Farm. At that time, the popsicle factory’s products were mainly sold to the county, and only commune-level supply and marketing cooperatives appeared in the rural market.

He had the impression of this matter before. A few days ago, when he was repairing bicycles in Gushan, he deliberately verified it when he was buying popsicles at the supply and marketing agency.

The distance from Jiangwei Brigade to Blue Mountain Farm is about fifteen miles, and Wan Feng felt that he could make gestures.

The next day, he found a wooden box at his grandma's house. Without white paint, he used white paper to paste the outside of the box. He also cut out two red popsicles with red paper and pasted them on the back of the box.

Then Grandma Guan asked for a quilt to put in the box.

After an hour of fussing, a simple soil incubator was done.

He has carefully studied the school's competition program. It is estimated that the sports meeting will be held for one and a half days. He was almost a soy saucer that day.

Wan Feng devoted himself to turning the soy sauce maker into a popsicle seller, so why didn't he earn one yuan or two in one noon.

In a blink of an eye, two days passed.

Saturday, May 24, 1980.

At eight o'clock in the morning, the sports meeting of Jiangwei School was successfully held.

After the dean finished his opening speech on stage, the sonorous athletes' march reverberated over the school.

The first two square teams were composed of students with white shirts and blue trousers specially selected by the school. They walked neatly to the head of the entering team with red scarves around their necks. The following clothes will be green and yellow, and there are clothes of any color.

Wan Feng was wearing short-sleeves, and he was walking casually in the line, looking up at the bright sun in the sky from time to time, and at the same time, his heart was full of joy.

Sun, you just need to keep this state until two o’clock in the afternoon. During this time period, he guarantees that he can dispose of all his goods. After two o’clock, it doesn’t matter to him whether it is windy, rainy or hailstone.

The entrance ceremony is over, and then there are various competitions, and the registered students all enter the field with brilliance on their faces.

Wan Feng went to say hello to Zhou Xiaowen.

Although it is a sports meeting, students are not allowed to run around by themselves.

"Where are you going?" Zhou Xiaowen didn't seem to understand Wan Feng's words, and asked with blinking eyes.

"I'm going out for a while, and I'll be back in about an hour."

"You can't get lost, can you?"

"Teacher, do you think I look lost?"

Zhou Xiaowen thought for a while: "Then you go and come back quickly, and nothing happens."

With the promise of the head teacher, Wan Feng went down the mountain to Xu Bin's house like a wild horse running wild.

He came here on his bicycle in the morning, so of course he couldn't ride to school and just put it here.

Riding on his bicycle, Wan Feng ran towards the Warriors Commune.

From Yongshi Commune via Wu Family Brigade, Pingshan Brigade, Wei Brigade to Heijiao Commune's Huanghui Brigade, a township road built last year connects Warrior Commune and Heijiao Commune.

Compared with the country roads at that time, this road was considered a slippery road at that time.

This road is eight miles from Jiangwei to the government seat of the Yongshi Commune, and six miles from Yongshi to Lanshan. This is the road Wan Feng will take.

Wanfeng walked this road for nearly forty minutes, and he arrived at Blue Mountain Farm at nearly nine o'clock.

Blue Mountain Farm is a state-owned farm, one of only two state-owned farms in Hongya County. At that time, Blue Mountain Farm was a place with a high level of local industry, and there were many small factories of various kinds.

For example, machinery factory, grass product factory, printing and dyeing factory, popsicle factory, dairy factory, and the plastic material factory that is under construction this year.

Blue Mountain Farm is a very affluent place in Hongya County, and it is very famous within a hundred miles.

By asking for directions, he found the Blue Mountain Farm Popsicle Factory under a small hill.

The popsicle factory is very deserted during this time period. Their busy period is before 8 o'clock in the morning, and the store stalls in the city come to pick up the goods in the morning. After this wave of peaks, the people in charge of selling the popsicle factory have nothing to do.

There was only a middle-aged woman in her thirties in the billing room, looking listless as if she hadn't woken up, when she saw Wan Feng coming in, she raised her eyelids and looked at Wan Feng.

"Auntie! I want to buy popsicles."

"How much to buy?" The tone of the middle-aged woman is probably colder than any popsicle.

"Auntie, this is my first time here, how do you sell the popsicles in your factory?"

"One penny, one hundred and twenty."

Wan Feng understands this, that is, if you spend a hundred popsicles at the popsicle factory, the popsicle factory will pay you 120 popsicles.

Wan Feng made some calculations: "Then I'll buy a hundred first." He took out a dollar while speaking.

The person who received the money quickly wrote a hundred words on a white note and threw it to Wan Feng: "Go to the warehouse to pick up the goods, there are people there."

The delivery warehouse of the popsicle factory is at the back of the factory, facing away from the sun. The reason why it faces away from the sun is because it is easy to keep warm.

Wan Feng came here pushing his bicycle.