Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

As for the staple food, Wanfeng was in trouble. The staple food required food stamps, and it didn't matter how much money he had.

A steamed bun is a quarter, and you need two taels of food stamps.

A five-cent bowl of rice also requires food stamps. There are more than 20 of them, and each bowl needs at least four or five catties of food stamps. Where can I get this?

Wan Feng brought this question up, so everyone started to collect food stamps. The two teachers had the most food stamps, probably more than two catties of local food stamps, and Hua Wanrong had more than half a catty of food stamps.

Wan Feng discounted these food stamps for them at black market prices.

At that time, the local food stamps on the black market were 15 cents to 20 cents a catty, and the national food stamps were 20 cents to 25 cents a catty. Wan Feng paid them all at the rate of 30 cents a catty.

But these food stamps are still not enough.

But that was the only way to go, Wan Feng bought all the rice with these food stamps.

Fortunately, a bowl of rice at that time was still full of food. It was the kind of large bowl, and the top bowl was divided into two flat bowls, which was enough.

The speed of the restaurant is still very fast, they even prepared two tables of dishes within half an hour!

Now it's finally time to eat.

Before the meal, Wan Feng also said a few words, which meant that the athletes should not eat too much when they eat. If they have a bad stomach in the afternoon and cannot participate in the competition, the loss outweighs the gain.

This kind of possibility is very likely to happen. It is good for these rural children to eat enough at home, and the food at home is not oily. This time it is strange not to eat Hesse while catching a big meal.

For children in rural areas, even during the Chinese New Year, they don't have such a big table at home. If there is so much oil and water in their stomachs that usually don't have much oil and water, they may really spoil their stomachs.

Wan Feng had an extra pack of cigarettes at this table. After all, there were many adults. As for the wine, Wan Feng didn't want it, except for the driver and the teacher.

There are no drinks, and those who are thirsty can only drink boiled water.

"Aunt Hua, are you coming this afternoon?" Wan Feng asked Hua Wanrong during dinner.

"Can it still be sold in the afternoon?" Hua Wanrong was uncertain.

"Let's put it this way, there is no problem with 3,000 sticks, and I don't know if there are more."

Hua Wanrong thought for a while: "If we can sell 3,000 sticks, we'll come here, but we won't make it for you in the afternoon, we also want to sell some."

When they came out to sell popsicles, each person was given a subsidy of 30 cents per day in the popsicle factory. If they didn't come in the afternoon, they would only get 15 cents.

It wasn't that Hua Wanrong was looking at the other fifteen cents, but that she quickly discovered the business opportunities inside after seeing Wan Feng and the others' performance in selling popsicles.

If they sell it themselves and only quote the ex-factory price when they go back, will the extra profit be their own?

Wan Feng naturally knew what Hua Wanrong was thinking, so he chuckled: "That's not a problem, you sell yours, we sell ours, and besides, I have a project this afternoon, so I can't always sell this."

This meal was a turbulent meal, and the sun and the moon were dark. It is not an exaggeration to describe it as wind and clouds, but the final scene was a bit ugly. All the plates were clean as if they were new.

Wan Feng was convinced that the waiter could even save the work of washing the dishes.

The students all ate until their faces were flushed, and their mouths were shiny with oil.

Fortunately, there were not enough food stamps to buy enough staple food, otherwise these students would have to eat to support themselves.

It was just over twelve o'clock after dinner.

Hua Wanrong and the others went back to collect goods.

Yang Hong pulled the students back to school with a tractor, and the students found a shaded place to rest.

They also have an hour break.

Wan Feng, Tan Chun, Xu Bin, and Jiang Jun gathered under a big tree on the avenue to settle their accounts. After eating, they would naturally divide up the remaining money. This was their labor income. Wan Feng didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

Of course, in order not to make others jealous,

They hide away from school people.

"There are fourteen dishes per table for this meal. The price of the dishes ranges from 8 cents at the lowest to 50 cents at the most expensive. The total cost is 8 yuan and 20 cents. Thirteen bowls of rice cost 65 cents, plus 20 cents for Pegasus cigarettes. Eight, a total of nine yuan and ten cents was spent. After dinner, I bought a box of cigarettes for the teacher and spent another fifty-six cents. There is still a balance of twelve yuan and thirty cents. Now start to divide the money, three yuan and ten cents per person."

Wan Feng gave three yuan and ten cents to each of them.

Tan Chun, Jiang Jun, and Xu Bin were all ecstatic. They had never had so much money of their own when they grew up.

"I didn't expect to make so much money in business. I will do business in the future." Jiang Jun lay on the ground and uttered bold words.

Has this kid finally found his purpose in life?

For this purpose, it is better to do business honestly than to be a thief in the future.

Wan Feng felt very relieved, he never thought that he would save a person by accident.

"I also think it's very interesting to do business." Tan Chun also expressed his experience.

"Now the external conditions are not yet mature. In three or four years, all kinds of policies will support business. By then, you will just graduate from middle school. You can start a small business first. When you have accumulated a certain amount of funds, you can start a business." If you start a business and become the boss, then you will be awesome.”

Wan Feng drew a beautiful blueprint for them.

"How awesome can you be?" Xu Bin asked from the sidelines.

"Haha, even if you think about it now, you can't imagine the day when every family will have a building, a motorcycle, and a TV, and you will no longer have to pick up your relatives' old clothes to wear, and you will no longer wear clothes with patches. It will feel nauseous."

The car TV in the building is still too abstract for these people, but it makes them feel disgusted when they see meat, which makes them unable to understand.

"Why is it disgusting?"

"Eating too much of anything will make you sick and tired. Are you not tired of eating meat every day?"

"I don't get tired of it, even if I eat it all at once." Xu Bin replied very unpromisingly.

"So do we." Not to be outdone, Tan Chun and Jiang Jun were eager to express their views.

That's because you haven't lived that kind of life yet, and one day you'll know that I'm not fooling you.

Just like the tortilla that everyone hates now, how many people will be closer than their parents after seeing it forty years later.

Wan Feng didn't explain anymore because the explanation was unclear.

The one-hour break passed quickly.

Among the people in Wan Feng's small circle, Jiang Jun has finished only one race, and Xu Bin has two more, namely 200 meters and 400 meters. He has the 200 meters preliminaries and finals in the afternoon.

Both Wan Feng and Tan Chun participated in the 800-meter race in the afternoon.

When Hua Wanrong and the others arrived again with a cart of popsicles, it was already around one o'clock in the afternoon, and the afternoon competition on the first day of the sports meeting had already kicked off.

The competitions in the morning are all for the elementary school group, and the competition for the middle school group in the afternoon will also start, and people from the sports school will also appear.