Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

"These messy things are yours now, I can't carry a lot of coins around."

Xiao Jun didn't care if it was coins or not, he got four yuan, which was a lot of money for him, the biggest sum of money he had seen in his fifteen years of life so far.

Wan Feng put the money into his pocket and checked the time: "Let's go to the next episode, the customers might be waiting impatiently."

Xiao Jun went to the market with his schoolbag and Wan Feng.

When we arrived at the place where they rented books in the last market, there were already many children waiting here.

There were three boys who were about Wan Feng's age energetically helping Xiao Jun set up a stall.

Wan Feng didn't do anything, he was considered a small boss now anyway, a boss should have the appearance and momentum of a boss.

After the stalls were set up, those waiting book fans flocked to the bookstall, you read one by one, and soon there were more than a dozen readers sitting under the wall behind Wanfeng, creating a strong learning atmosphere.

If these guys can make such efforts in their studies, Tsinghua University and Peking University are no problem.

"Xiao Jun! I'm going to the supply and marketing cooperative. You should watch the stall carefully." He still has things to do and can't stay here for too long.

The supply and marketing cooperative is bustling with people everywhere, although it is not the season for making clothes, there are quite a few people here in the ready-to-wear group. Most of the customers here are older girls and daughters-in-law, and there are almost no men, except Wan Feng.

Luan Feng is helping out, taking measurements for those women who are going to make clothes. It seems that the practice at home is not in vain these days, and the measurements are taken quickly.

According to her bragging ratio, she has measured almost all the women in the Wahou team in the past few days, no wonder the measurements are so fast.

When Yan Shufang saw Wan Feng coming, she pulled Wan Feng aside.

"The matter of the sewing machine is settled. The secretary said that since it can't be repaired, let's deal with it. It will be dealt with for 40 yuan."

Forty bucks! This can be regarded as a pleasant surprise. Wan Feng's budget was fifty yuan, and he saved ten yuan unexpectedly.

"Aunt Yan, thank you for that."

"Thank you, Luan Feng is my apprentice, and they are all in the same family. Besides, things from the public house are just like that. I will write a note later and you go to the cashier to pay the money, and then take the sewing machine back to find a way to repair it yourself. Let's fix it."

What Yan Shufang said was right. In the eyes of some leaders, the things of the public house are not valuable things at all. If they are not sold, they may become waste products.

Yan Shufang wrote a note and Wanfeng paid the money to the cashier of the supply and marketing cooperative.

Wan Feng found Xiao Jun at the speed of a 100-meter race, asked Xiao Jun to borrow a two-wheeled vehicle and called several of his people.

He wanted to take the sewing machine away immediately, so as not to have long nights and dreams.

He knew that these leaders might have another idea when they turned their heads, and it wouldn't take long to say they regretted it.

The sewing machine is a floor-standing box-type sewing machine, and there is a lot of dust on it because it has not been used for a long time.

Several people loaded the sewing machine onto a two-wheeled cart and pushed it to Gushan Machinery Factory.

Xiao Dexiang was found out.

Wan Feng asked him to come here to find out what was wrong with the sewing machine so that he could buy parts.

After Xiao Dexiang asked for instructions, the sewing machine was sent to Gushan Machinery Factory to find out the cause of the failure.

The cause of the failure was easily found, and a small connecting rod at the nose was broken.

"How can this thing be broken? Isn't this a consumable part?" Xiao Dexiang wondered after dismantling the small connecting rod.

If the machinery wants to break, it doesn't matter whether it is a vulnerable part or not.

Now is not the time to find out the reason, Wan Feng took the broken small connecting rod from Xiao Dexiang's hand, turned around and walked out of the machinery factory, he wanted to buy it back as quickly as possible.

Gushan Commune is located on the main road of Bohai Sea on the east coast of Dongdan, and there is not much shortage of buses.

Wan Feng waited on the side of the road for only ten minutes before getting on a bus bound for Hongya County.

Wan Feng arrived in Hongya County after half an hour of bumpy rides, and then ran to the Wujiaohua store with his demeanor of a long-distance running champion.

It was still the same cold salesman who looked at the small connecting rod in Wan Feng's hand indifferently, then turned around and took out a small cardboard box and threw it on the counter with a bang.

Fortunately, the counter is made of wood. If it were made of glass, it would be a mess.

"Eight hairs!"

Wan Feng also didn't like to look at the salesperson's cold face. A woman with such a sullen face is probably apathetic.

After paying the money and taking the accessories, Wan Feng ran back to the passenger station, and took the 9:30 bus to Benshalingzi back to Gushan.

With the accessories, Xiao Dexiang quickly replaced them. After some experiments, everything was finally normal.

A sewing machine is left intact.

After coming out of the machinery factory, how to get the sewing machine back into the pit became a problem. Wan Feng felt that he was impatient to push it to the back of the pit with these two wheels.

He pushed the sewing machine to Xiao Jun's house for the time being, and then went to the supply and marketing cooperative to find Luan Feng.

At this time, it was almost noon, and there were a lot fewer people in the supply and marketing cooperative, and there were not many people in front of the garment group.

The people in the ready-to-wear team also have nothing to do.

"Xiao Luan, tell me about the love story between you and your partner?" A middle-aged woman in the tailoring team, who usually loves to joke around, interviewed Luan Feng solemnly as if remembering.

Luan Feng's face was blushing, and she looked ashamed to speak.

Here, Wan Feng has lost interest in dispelling rumors. Even if you explain and deny them again, they will not believe it. They have an attitude that I don’t listen, I don’t listen, you must have a story.

Of course Luan Feng was eager for Wan Feng to admit it, and of course she was willing to confuse with Si Ni.

"You must tell us when you get married so that we can have a wedding banquet." Another woman also booed.

Wan Feng remembered that this woman seemed to be married last month. Before the marriage, she had always looked shy and blushed every word she said. How could the thickness of her skin have increased in a straight line after she got married?

It can be seen that women's shyness before marriage is all feigned, but once they get married, they seem to be shameless and have no taboos in speaking.

Therefore, if you continue to entangle here, you are definitely asking for trouble. Wan Feng pulled Luan Feng out of the supply and marketing cooperative.

"I fixed the sewing machine."

"Ah! Really! You fixed it so quickly, it's too fast." Luan Feng jumped up and almost flew onto Wan Feng.

"Lady!" Wan Feng glared at Luan Feng.

"Feng! You are so kind!"

Who did this bitch learn to turn his name into a word?

"Stay away from me, what's the matter with being seen."

Luan Feng didn't understand that, she still relied on Wan Feng.

If she cared about other people's opinions, she wouldn't be called a monkey.

Is it short-sighted?

"Now the problem we are facing is how to get this thing back. I have thought about it. I asked Xiao Jun and his little brother to push the sewing machine to the river with a small cart. Now you go back to the team to find Zhang Hai. , Let Liang Wan drive to the river to pull back."

Luan Feng thought for a while and agreed to Wan Feng's proposal, and rode back to Wahou first.