Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

(Thanks to Dapanzha for the thousand coins reward)

To avoid suspicion, Wan Feng didn't leave Yawan to go home until more than ten minutes after Luan Feng left.

He walked slowly as if he was still in chaos, and everything seemed to be in a dream.

What happened in this one-hour period was full of too much drama. The originally calm world was completely changed because of a flood in the river.

If there wasn't a woman who shot decisively and crazily, he would have almost gone west in this sunny afternoon despite everything going smoothly.

Wan Feng shook his head while walking, this crazy woman broke into his heart in a domineering and unreasonable way, will the paralyzed old man become a strict wife in the future?

Although it was a false alarm, I still feel very scared when I think about it now, but it is not a bad thing for the reborn Wan Feng. On the way forward, there are not only human disasters but also natural disasters. No one can see the rainbow without going through wind and rain. It will be successful.

I hope that this natural disaster is just a small episode in his life, and it is best not to have such things happen again in the future.

Because only wearing shorts, Wan Feng sneaked into the house through the back door when he came home. As soon as he entered the house, he heard that his grandpa and grandma seemed to be talking to someone in the room, and the voice was loud.

Wan Feng sneaked back to the room where he and his uncle lived, found a pair of trousers and put them on before coming out.

Finding out that it was the second aunt who lived in Cuitun who was talking to grandma, Wan Feng went over to say hello, and then heard the second aunt talk about family problems.

The uncle who worked in the cement factory was dismissed by the cement factory, and now there is no work to do at home. The second aunt came home to complain.

The second aunt burst into tears as if the sky was falling.

"How will you live in the future?"

Women are hypocritical, can't they live this day? There is nothing to be afraid of if the sky falls and there are big ones, and if the ground sinks there will be small ones.

"Second aunt, what can't be done, isn't it the same as before?"

"Now your uncle is out of work, and Cui Tun can't make much money a year. Can you live this life?"

Isn't it just no income? What a big deal.

"Go back and tell my uncle that he will come to work in Wahou Brick and Tile Factory tomorrow. It happens that Wahou Brick and Tile Factory is also short of people. By the end of the year, I will guarantee that my uncle will get 300 yuan to go home."

The second aunt's tears evaporated in the blink of an eye, and she looked at Wan Feng in astonishment: "Take three hundred? Are you talking in your sleep?"

My uncle works in a cement factory for only 200 yuan a year.

Three hundred yuan was Wan Feng's most conservative estimate. If all the bricks and tiles in the brick and tile factory were sold as planned, three hundred yuan was only the minimum guarantee.

"You go back and ask my uncle to go to work in the brick and tile factory tomorrow, I have the final say."

Wan Feng changed his clothes and rode to Xu Bin's house. Xu Bin's house had enough glass to fill a car. He planned to take the broken glass to the drawing factory in the afternoon when he was free.

The shattered glass in Xu Bin's house was indeed of some scale. During the loading of Yang Hong's tractor, Xu Meilin, who had been playing somewhere, came back dirty.

Xu Meilin bit her finger and looked straight at Wan Feng.

At this moment, Wan Feng was in a complicated mood. In his last life, he had a four-year relationship with Xu Meilin, and now recalling those details seems to be just yesterday.

That was once his unforgettable love.

"Don't bite your fingers in the future, do you hear that? Look at how dirty your hands are. They are bigger than chicken feet. They are full of bacteria. If you stick them into your mouth, they will all enter your stomach and bite your intestines. Do you know what bacteria are?"

Xu Meilin shook her head.

"It's just a little bug, just like Miss Hua."

Sister Hua is the folk name for ladybug.

Xu Meilin's face was pale, tears were about to come out.

Wan Feng sighed, and led Xu Meilin to the supply and marketing cooperative. He bought her a lot of delicious things, as long as money could buy him, he was not stingy at all until Xu Meilin could no longer hold her.

At the age of nine, she couldn't figure out why Brother Feng bought her so many good things today.

Buy a new set of clothes for the little girl to wear these two days.

After delivering the broken glass, Wan Feng went to the second aunt's house, but what he didn't expect was that the second aunt came back early after complaining.

Uncle Wu Yong was skeptical that Wahou Brick and Tile Factory could earn 300 yuan a year.

"It's not a year, it's from now to the end of the year."

There is nothing to say about this uncle Wan Feng. His uncle is also a war-loving master. He was fired from the cement factory this time because of the war with his colleagues.

A relative of a section chief in the factory is usually very shy and loves to bully the workers. Wu Yong kicked the guy because he didn't like it and went home honorably.

"Half a year? It's impossible."

"It's impossible to find out after working for half a year. You don't think I'm fooling you, do you? And I warned you not to fight in the brick and tile factory. If you scratch your hand, rub it on the brick. You will be fined if you fight .”

Wan Feng didn't know if his uncle would come to work the next day, but he took to the streets on a tractor early in the morning, and the old Liangtou's melons could still be sold for three or four days at most, so he had to seize the last time.

He can earn more than 20 yuan for a carload of melons, which was a figure that would shock countless people in the 1980s.

Today Wahou dispatched two carts and a brigade of tractors to deliver goods to the street, one cart pulled tiles, and the remaining cart and tractor pulled bricks.

The tractors of the brigade earn a freight of one or two cents. It is tentatively set to pull two trips a day, each trip pulling a thousand red bricks, and there will be stevedores here.

Because the tractor ran fast, Wan Feng wanted to lead the way for it, so he took the tractor to the county hospital first.

Xia Qiulong was already waiting here, besides Liu He, there was also a middle-aged man and two young men who helped Wan Feng watch the scene yesterday.

He arranged for Liu He to lead the tractor to the construction site, and sit and chat with Wan Feng under a tree.

"I found the black market. Every Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday, around 1pm to 2pm, it's in an alley behind the farmer's market, by the Hongshui River."

"Do you need an acquaintance to take you to the black market?"

Xia Qiulong nodded: "This is the guide I found for you, Brother Zhao, this is my brother Xiaowan."

"Your brother?" The person named Brother Zhao asked suspiciously.

"Brother, let me die."

As soon as he heard the word fate, Brother Zhao, who was originally lazy, immediately became serious and then looked at Wan Feng, and his eyes also changed.

"Brother Zhao!"

"Since you are Brother Xia's brother, I will call you brother too. Brother Wan, why are you looking for the black market?"

"Brother Zhao, let's talk about what I want to buy later, I want to know what tickets are available on the black market?"

Brother Zhao didn't answer right away, his eyes were flickering.

In the 1980s, when you were engaged in other business transactions, countries turned a blind eye, but reselling all kinds of tickets would definitely be punished as speculation. It is normal for Brother Zhao to be wary.

Xia Qiulong interjected at the right time: "My brother, don't worry, my family is in the countryside and there are no messy things."

Xia Qiulong's words seemed to dispel Brother Zhao's worries.