Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

"She didn't run away, but her father didn't agree with us."

The fact that Zhu Ping was able to tell Wan Feng such a thing meant that he did not regard his nephew as an outsider from the bottom of his heart.

But it is also possible that he just wants to find someone to talk about the distress in his heart.

It is said that people who are in a bad mood hope that someone will listen to their troubles. In fact, this is a mentality that one person's pain is not as painful as everyone's pain. The person concerned wants to share his pain with others.

"I thought it was something, it's not a problem."

Zhu Ping's eyes widened as big as ping pong balls: "Isn't this a big deal? To me it's a big deal."

"A big deal? How big is it? Is it a delay in eating or a delay in wearing it?"

"That's because you are young and you still don't understand."

I am young? Where am I? It's not small in any way except for its small size, even the peeing utensils are not smaller than you... It doesn't seem like there is anything worth showing off.

"Uncle, you listen to me, you don't have to do anything, you should do whatever you want, you should eat and play, and in autumn you will have nothing to do."

"This is impossible!"

"What's impossible, as long as my future little aunt doesn't change her mind, her father won't be able to make any colorful waves at all."

"Your little aunt is sure to be fine."

"It's good that she's fine. If her father is in a hurry, you can ask my little aunt to tell her father that she will take over, and her father will have a snot if he promises."

Jiang Yuan is only in his fifties this year, so he is not willing to retire now, not to mention that the policy does not allow it. Then again, even if he retires, it is impossible for his daughter to take over the work. He still has two sons, and there is an older brother above the blacksmith.

Wan Feng knew all these things clearly.

In case Jiang Xue made a fuss about wanting to succeed Jiang Yuan, she would have to worry to death, and at that time, she wished to marry her off as soon as possible to make her ears clean.

Besides, Jiang Xue is now in her twenties, and at the time when the countryside was already worried about getting married, Jiang Yuan couldn't be relied on at all.

Zhu Ping obviously couldn't understand the twists and turns here, and looked puzzled.

"You heard me right, your future father-in-law will agree by autumn."

After Wan Feng finished speaking, he stepped out of the house. He couldn't explain any more, because it would be easy to go wrong if he explained again.

He has a lot of things to do, how can he have time to chat, Yang Hong is probably already waiting for him in the brigade courtyard at this time.

In the afternoon, he was going to send broken glass to Cuitun. This time, he had accumulated a lot of glass, which might not fit in the carriage, so he thought of the tractor of the brigade.

It took him a lot of trouble yesterday afternoon to get the tractors of the brigade, and four or five people in the brigade headquarters cost him three yuan in bribes yesterday afternoon.

A bottle of wine with cakes, biscuits and peanuts made the brigade secretary's face turn as red as a monkey's butt.

Yang Hong doesn't smoke or drink, so Wan Feng can only buy a catty of peach cakes and throw them to him.

He also spent his last two taels of food stamps, so don't even think about buying a snack in the future.

Wanfeng hired Xu Jingmin and his brother Xu Jingren to load the truck, and each paid 50 cents for loading and unloading.

No matter what, I feel that the income of this glass trip will be greatly reduced, and it has already cost almost five yuan.

The 22 tractor was a 22-horsepower small-horsepower tractor produced by Shenyang Tractor Factory back then. It had a three-meter-long, two-meter-wide, fifty-centimeter-high truck body, and was approved to carry two tons of cargo.

The glass of Wanfeng almost filled a bucket.

Although the tractor ran dusty, it was much faster than a horse-drawn carriage, and suddenly arrived at the courtyard of Cuitun Drawing Factory.

It took about half an hour to unload the truck and weigh it. More than 3,000 catties of glass were exchanged for Wan Feng's income of 23 yuan.

Then it entered the routine nonsense session, Wan Feng lit a cigarette for Song Yuancheng and asked a question.

"I found out about Sun Wu that you asked me to inquire about last time.

To be precise, he will be reeducated through labor for seven months, from June 1st to January of the next year, and it will be almost Chinese New Year when he comes out. "

Liu Sheng'an must be dealt with, so Sun Wu is always a real threat to Wan Feng, he must know the exact date of this guy's release in order to take precautions.

"Uncle Song, you said that this guy has never dealt with personnel matters, and many people dare not speak out against him. Is there no one he is afraid of in the Warriors Commune?"

"Yes! Do you think when this kid came to our Liu Tun to make a fuss?"

This Wanfeng is really not clear.

"Haven't you been to your Liu Tun?"

Song Yuancheng squinted his eyes and seemed to recall: "If I remember correctly, it should be the year before last. This guy and three or four bastards, there is Wang San from Wangtun, Li Er from Lizhuang, and one who doesn't know where he came from. He went to our Liutun to find a man named Bi Yongjun. Zhang Guangpu took care of him, and the four of them never messed with Zhang Guangpu, so he beat him away. Since then, Sun Wu never went to our Liutun.”

It turned out that Zhang Guangpu's deeds against three or four people were Sun Wu.

Wan Feng's head was running like lightning for more than a minute, and an idea took shape in his heart.

"Is Zhang Guangpu in your village now?"

"It's a strange question for you to ask. Where can he go if he is not in the village?"

"Didn't he often go back to Bohai City?"

"It's in winter. He doesn't leave when the farming season is busy. Hey! Why do you ask this?"

Wan Feng took a deep breath: "I'm going to get to know him. Do you have time tonight? Come with me to his house. Do you have friendship with him?"

Song Yuancheng glanced at Wan Feng in bewilderment and suddenly realized: "Why are you looking for him? Oh! You don't have the idea of ​​learning two tricks from him, do you?"

Wan Feng laughed too: "Actually, that's what I thought."

"This is too bad. Some people in our village want to learn a few tricks from him, but he never teaches them."

"They are them and I am me, there is no comparison."

"Well, what time do you come at night, don't be too late, my family lives on the street with his family, and we have a good friendship."

"When does his family usually finish eating?"

Song Yuancheng thought for a moment: "It must be seven o'clock after dinner at this time."

It's normal. Rural families eat dinner around this time in summer, and it's still dark at seven o'clock in this season.

"Does he smoke or drink? How many children are there?"

"Drink some wine, don't seem to smoke. There are two children, a son and a daughter. The son is five years old and the daughter is seven years old."

In these few words, Wan Feng had a rough picture of Zhang Guangpu's family in his mind.

Drinking and not smoking has two children, a boy and a girl. As for Zhang Guangpu's wife, Wan Feng, I didn't ask, so it's not a very important clue.

"Okay, at seven o'clock in the evening, you will wait for me in Liutun Village first."

Returning to the headquarters of the Jiangwei brigade on a chug-chug tractor, Wan Feng walked into the brigade supply and marketing cooperative.

I glanced at the counter and couldn't help but feel a little headache.

Don't look at the faded posters above the counter that read the eight characters of developing the economy and ensuring supply, but in fact the products on the counter are very single and scarce.

There is no guarantee of supply at all.