Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

The current Zhu Er Er is a youth version who has just graduated from middle school and is just working in the market, and has not yet made a name for himself.

"Even if you are the second pig, you still have to pay for eating popsicles."

"Do you want money?"

What kind of hero is this? Paralyzed and bullied me, a kid who sells popsicles for two cents, how much fame can he expect to achieve with such a high starting point?

"Brother! You don't even have a dime, what are you doing? I think it's better for you to go home and farm."

Wan Feng didn't mean any sarcasm when he said this. You, a person who is going to mess around, bullies a kid who sells popsicles, you don't look promising.

The realm is too low.

"What did you say? I'll kick you if you force me one more time, get out!"

Wan Feng really wanted to use the wooden box containing popsicles in his hand to knock on Zhu Er Er's forehead, but after thinking about it, he still didn't do it.

If a good man doesn't suffer from immediate losses, he will become a fool if he really does it himself.

Think about it or forget it, isn't it just a dime for six popsicles?

Pooh! Unlucky for me, these six popsicles should be fed to the dogs.

The remaining twenty-seven popsicles were sold by Wan Feng, who kept seven. He remembered that Xu Bin's 100-meter team should be over, so he had to go back and have a look.

Wan Feng returned to Jiangwei School with the wooden box in his arms, and saw people from Jiangwei School cheering.

"Xu Bin is the first in the 100-meter class." Jiang Jun had just finished his introduction when he saw Xu Bin come back with a homework book and a pencil as a prize.

When passing Huaguang School, he deliberately displayed the prize in his hand like a red flag.

"Cut! What's so great about just getting first place." Someone from Huaguang School said unconvinced.

The first person will be rewarded, so Xu Bin got the cooling material: a popsicle.

Naturally, the teaching director and Li Yi have good cooling products, and Wan Feng still has four popsicles left.

"Who's next to play?"

"It's me!" Jiang Jun stood up feeling good about himself.

"anything else?"

"I'll be there in a while." Xu Ying also signed up.

Wan Feng distributed a popsicle by himself.

"Listen! If you can't run first, you have to spit out the popsicle when you come back."

There was a burst of laughter.

The remaining two popsicles, Wan Feng, were handed over to Li Yi, whoever appeared on the stage would give them to them, and if they melted, they would be destroyed.

Jiang Jun is indeed a bit talented in the long jump event. His thin physique, which makes tears come to his eyes, has jumped 5.15 meters in one leap.

In front of the rest of the students whose grades are around 4.67 meters, he stands out from the crowd.

Jiangwei School now has two firsts, and Jiangwei School with 12 points has unknowingly ranked seventh among the eleven primary schools.

Jiangwei School's next gold spot is Xu Ying. In Wan Feng's mind, Xu Ying won the first place in the elementary school group without any problem.

A primary school girl who can throw a javelin 21 meters, if she can't win the first place, she will be a ghost.

In the last two days of training, he went to Xu Ying's training ground to compete with her several times in a serious manner, but it was frustrating that he never won a game.

Xu Ying gave him a nickname: no bird uses a boy.

Wan Feng was so angry that he almost took out the bird to show her.

Wan Feng added the name of the female boss who sold human-flesh steamed buns on Shizipo in Shuihuli to her head: Mother Tiger.

Just because of this name, Xu Ying chased him three times in the Jiangwei school playground.

Wan Feng took Xu Bin and Jiang Jun who had finished the competition in the morning, and Tan Chun who had no project in the morning, and left the school after asking the dean for leave.

The excuse for asking for leave is that they are going to earn lunch money.

Xue Yongjiu's head was muddled, and Wan Feng vowed to let them go out if he wanted to eat something good at noon.

He didn't understand what Wan Feng relied on to make money for food.

Is it just those little popsicles?

There is no one to take care of the meals at noon at the sports meeting. The students of each student either bring their own meals, buy meals at the commune, or go home to eat. There are only three ways to go.

Jiangwei School chose the third way, going home for dinner.

The guy who drives the tractor is covered in dirt, and the guy who sits in the car squats, not to mention suffering in the hot weather. There is no rest time for this back and forth, which is not conducive to good grades.

Therefore, Wan Feng wanted to earn money for lunch, so that the school's poor students who usually don't know what meat looks like hold a tooth festival.

Of course, including myself, it seems that I have been eating corn tortillas for the past few months, and my stomach has become boiled water without any oily water.

The teaching director Xue Yongjiu was skeptical about Wan Feng's idea, but agreed after telling Wan Feng not to have anything happen.

Wan Feng brought four people to the 130 truck of Lanshan Popsicle Factory.

"Aunt Hua, how many popsicles did you pull in this cart?"

Now Wan Feng already knows that his aunt's surname is Hua, which is a very rare name.

"More than three thousand sticks."

"How many are left now?"

Hua Wanrong glanced at the ledger in his hand and replied, "Probably less than two thousand."

"Can I pack it?"

Hua Wanrong didn't seem to understand Wan Feng's words: "You made it?"

"Yes! It means that your popsicles are only reserved for us and will not be sold to others."

Hua Wanrong rolled his eyes: "Can you sell them all?"

"Don't worry, it will be sold out around eleven o'clock. At noon, you..." Wan Feng counted the number of people in the car. There were four people including the driver.

"How about I take care of the meal for the four of you at noon?"

Hua Wanrong pouted: "What can you treat us to?"

"How about a restaurant?"

"Can you afford a restaurant?"

Wan Feng chuckled: "Believe me, I'm right, it's settled like this, brother copycats."

This time Wan Feng didn't take 30 sticks anymore, he just put 50 sticks in the wooden box. Tan Chungao naturally packed 50 sticks in the wooden box, as for Xu Bin and Jiang Jun, they could only get 50 sticks. Forty, Wan Feng was worried that they would not be able to carry them.

"Brother Ma! Don't be idle, you also go in and help us sell."

"What good can I do for you?" Ma Huan quit.

"If you want to eat a big meal at noon, you can sell it for us. If you don't go at noon, I will give you a bun. This beautiful sister doesn't have to go. You can pack popsicles for us when we come back."

There was another girl in the car. Although she was of average appearance, Wan Feng also put the beauty hat on her head.

Wan Feng said that the beautiful sister made the girl so happy that her single eyelids became double eyelids, her small eyes shone like a flashlight, and even the pimples on her face glowed red.

Ma Huan had no choice but to pack fifty popsicles into the box.

"Let's agree that there is no discount for two cents a piece. When we come back, we will not be allowed to lose a penny. If anyone is corrupt, he will be spanked. This is directly related to whether we eat meat or soup at noon."

Five people each carried a box filled with popsicles and walked into the school square.