Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

These words are very philosophical, Wan Feng really can't eat her, but he can...

wrong! You can't think about it along this road, and something will happen. He is still young, and it is too early to do some things at the age of thirteen.

"Luan Feng! Didn't I tell you not to come here at night? If something happens to you, you idiot, your father and brother will definitely kill me."

"Heck! It turns out that you also have something to be afraid of. I thought you were not afraid of anything."

"Don't talk nonsense, what are you going to do?"

"I want to learn to wrestle with you."

Luan Feng's request startled Wan Feng, learning to wrestle? A girl learning to wrestle, what kind of style is this.

"No! What you should learn is to embroider clothes and shoe soles instead of wrestling. This stuff is not for girls."

This is absolutely unacceptable, if there is such a guy who disturbs him every day, will he still want to be clean, and if this guy has learned to wrestle, he will have to roll around with him every day.

This is very dangerous, even rolling on the beach is the same as rolling on the sheets, maybe three rolls and two rolls before the gun goes off.

There is not even a condom, and if this shot hits the bull's-eye, it will be snotty.

"Hmph! I knew you wouldn't agree, you just don't take me seriously."

"You are human and not a thing."

"Hey! Is the sports meeting fun?"

A woman's head is as accurate as an advertisement for later generations, and her attention is shifted from one field to another in the blink of an eye, without even turning a corner in between.

Fortunately, her topic has not left the field of sports.

"By the way, you didn't go to the Jiangwei school sports meeting, and you didn't join in the fun at the middle school sports meeting. Isn't this normal? Is the end of the world coming soon?"

There is absolutely no reason for a person like Luan Feng not to watch the fun.

"I was sick when Jiangwei School held the sports meeting. Isn't it far away for the middle school to hold the sports meeting? Let me walk there."

This guy who goes up and down all day actually gets sick sometimes?

"Why didn't I know you were sick?"

"You don't care about me at all." Luan Feng complained dissatisfied.

The paralyzed old man is not your man, what's the matter with me caring about you?

"Tomorrow I'm going to the sports meeting, can I ride on your tractor?" In a blink of an eye, Luan Feng changed from the sadness of getting sick to the hope of a hippie smile.

It's not a problem to sit on a tractor, Wan Feng readily agreed.

"Tomorrow, bring dry food and gather at the school before six o'clock in the morning."

"Bring dry food?" Luan Feng was dumbfounded.

"If you don't have lunch at noon, you don't have to take it."

The next morning, Luan Feng really waited for Wan Feng in front of her grandfather's house early, and then came to the school with Wan Feng.

Although there are more people today, there are two fewer people going to the sports meeting.

Two lower grade students who finished their competition yesterday did not go to the central school today, so there was one less person on the bus compared to yesterday.

After arriving at the school and moving into their base area, Luan Feng sat among the contestants just as she wanted.

Xue Yongjiu gathered the dry food brought by the students and sent them to the hot meal place in the school.

Most of the dry food brought by these students were cornmeal pancakes, which would be as hard as a rock if they were not heated in a pan, making it impossible to swallow.

The task of Wan Feng's small group in the morning is still to make money for meals, and this has been supported by Xue Yongjiu and Li Yi.

Wan Feng lay on his desk studying the schedule.

Jiang Jun's competition ended yesterday, and his task this morning is to sell popsicles to make money for dinner.

Xu Bin also has a 400-meter preliminaries and finals in the morning. The race starts at 8:00 in the morning and is estimated to end at 8:30.

But his time with Tan Chun was not good,

They have a 1,500-meter race at ten o'clock.

This will take a lot of time.

Fortunately, Luan Feng is here, and training her to sell popsicles is no worse than Jiang Jun and Xu Bin. How can a beautiful woman have an inherent advantage in selling things.

It was already after nine o'clock when the car from Lanshan Cold Drink Factory arrived.

In the morning, they sent away the popsicle vendors in the non-staple food stores of various stores in the city before loading the car to the Warriors Commune.

Yesterday, more than 6,000 popsicles were sold in one day. Although the sales volume was just that, the big meal left a deep impression on them, so they came much earlier today than yesterday.

Jiang Jun, Xu Bin and Tan Chun are all familiar with the way, and they took the popsicles away after picking up a box or thirty or forty.

"Huh? Do you want me to sell popsicles? I'm here to see the excitement." When Wan Feng sent Luan Feng a wooden box containing 30 popsicles, Luan Feng protested.

What a joke, she is a big girl who shows her face to sell popsicles, and she will not survive in the future.

"If you don't eat at noon, can you not sell it?"

"What does eating have to do with selling popsicles?" Luan Feng had never done business, and Leng Ding still couldn't figure out the relationship inside.

"Nonsense, if you don't sell popsicles, where will you get money to eat?"

"Then can I eat it when I sell it?"

What kind of nerve is this woman, how did she turn her mind to eating this so quickly.

Xu Bin, Tan Chun, and even Jiang Jun didn't think about eating popsicles first when they were selling them.

Foodies!

"Of course, but if you eat all of it, you have to pay for it yourself. Follow me and learn how to sell it first."

The wooden box weighs about seven to eight catties, and one popsicle weighs one hundred grams, plus more than thirty popsicles, it weighs only thirteen or four catties. Although it is not brisk for people of Wan Feng's age, it does not feel particularly heavy.

Today's temperature is vaguely hotter than yesterday's. The weather forecast's highest temperature today is 30 degrees. In the north in the 1980s, this temperature was already very impressive.

Wan Feng deliberately came to the place of the Huaguang Brigade today. Isn't Li Guang's father the brigade secretary? Wan Feng planned to trick him into making him bleed a little.

"Fatty Li! Isn't your dad the brigade secretary? I heard that your family has a lot of money and grows hair. They often secretly share money in the middle of the night. Don't you invite your classmates to eat two popsicles each?"

Li Guang rolled his eyes and ignored Wan Feng.

"I'm serious. Look at your classmates sweating profusely. At this time, if you buy two popsicles each, your prestige in the eyes of your classmates will greatly increase. You don't know how to settle this account? How can I give it to you? Each student gets one."

Li Guang rolled his eyes again.

"Oh! I understand. It turns out that you have no money. What are you pretending to do if you don't have money? I thought you were a rich man. You have been swollen for a long time to pretend to be fat. Hey! You have such a fat face. Is it swollen by yourself?"

Li Guang stood up awkwardly: "Who said I have no money?" While speaking, he pulled out a new steelworker's ticket from his pocket.

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