Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

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Wahou and Shanhou Liu Sheng'an would definitely not go, but he might go to Xiaoshutun and Crouching Tiger, so I'll settle the score with him tomorrow night.

Since he wasn't going to trouble Liu Shengan tonight, Wan Feng's thoughts were transferred to other places.

His hands dishonestly wrapped around Luan Feng's waist.

"Don't touch me."

If you say you are not allowed to touch me, I will not touch it, then I will lose face.

Wan Feng gently embraced Luan Feng and leaned on his shoulder.

Luan Feng raised her fist and slapped Wan Feng's body twice, but she didn't move her body to lean on Wan Feng's shoulder.

"Bad hands be honest, don't move around."

"Not moving! Illusion, it must be your illusion!"

Luan Feng giggled: "No matter what, you have something to deal with, scoundrel!"

Wan Feng admits that he is not a bad guy, but he doesn't seem like a good guy either, because a good guy's hands won't be as restless as an earthworm.

These three movements and two movements seemed like thunder from the sky had stirred the fire on the ground.

"Shall we go?" Wan Feng asked Luan Feng's ear.

"Where are you going?" Luan Feng's voice was also very small, like a mosquito singing.

Wan Feng could feel that Luan Feng's body seemed to be in a state of fever, scalding hot.

"Let's go drill the corn field." Wan Feng said confidently.

Luan Feng laughed so hard that she almost lost her temper and leaned on Wan Feng's shoulder: "Why do you say everything with confidence? How dare you say it like an oath?"

Wan Feng laughed too, which was indeed a bit shameless.

After all, the two didn't really dig into the cornfields, but leaned together and watched the movie quietly.

During this period, the two of them didn't speak any more. Wan Feng held Luan Feng's waist with one hand and held Luan Feng's hand with the other. Neither of them said a word until the movie was over.

This may be the first time for Luan Feng to have such an intimate contact with a man. Her heart must be fluctuating like fifteen buckets fetching water. Her heart is extremely chaotic now, and even the slightest disturbance may leave some impact on her psychology.

Therefore, Wan Feng consciously did not break this tranquility, allowing her to absorb and even enjoy this peaceful and sweet feeling. Perhaps this will be the best memory in her life.

Luan Feng's head rested on Wan Feng's shoulder, one hand was held by Wan Feng, and his brain was in a semi-dizzy state.

It is true that at the beginning she felt a kind of physical tremor, as if an electric current came from Wan Feng's fingertips and ran around her body, which made her feel like a deer, and she was extremely flustered.

But with the passage of time, this feeling of panic was gradually replaced by a calm atmosphere, which slowly evolved into a lake-like calm in autumn.

In her mind, the movie screen disappeared, and so did the crowd not far away. In the whole world, there was only her and him cuddling together, with a sky full of stars above her head.

In the sky, there are stars streaking across the night sky without interruption, forming gorgeous meteor showers, and finally setting off magnificent flowers in the sky.

At this moment, Luan Feng felt that she was a bird, with feathers covered in moonlight surrounded by blue waves, flying to the pasture in the sky full of stars in a perfect posture...

Time flowed quietly like a silent river in this silence. When the word "goodbye" was played on the movie screen, Luan Feng didn't realize it and still sat on Wan Feng's shoulder stupidly, her eyes closed. The heart still stays in the wonderful fantasy world.

"Silly girl, the performance is over!" Wan Feng whispered in Luan Feng's ear.

In fact, he really didn't want to interrupt Luan Feng's dream, but he couldn't do it, otherwise there would be only the two of them left here.

"Ah! The show is over so soon?" Luan Feng woke up from the illusion in surprise.

In the movie theater, only the projectionist was packing up the projection equipment and a few figures who left at the end.

When passing through Xiaoshutun, the two of them were left on the road leading to the direction of the depression.

The two walked silently under the starry sky with their fingers clasped together.

After sending Luan Feng home, Wan Feng also went home and lay down on the kang, thinking that Zhu Ping did not fall asleep but made a thoughtless remark.

"I saw you with someone. Are you a little too young to be talking about it now?" Zhu Ping said with a dignified look.

"Uncle, can you be a little promising? You don't watch movies with my future little aunt, but you look around without doing business. Why did my little aunt fall in love with you? Besides, what did I do?"

"Who said I'm not with you and her?"

"Then you still have time to watch me?"

"Hey, I accidentally saw you eating corn."

He can see this look clearly when he gnaws on the corn at night.

"What are we doing by eating corn? I think it's better for you to care about yourself. Didn't the blacksmith's father post anything about you and his daughter recently?"

Wan Feng didn't intend to get entangled in this issue, so he cleverly shifted the topic to Zhu Ping's future father-in-law.

"I don't seem to have heard anything from him recently."

Wan Feng reckoned that Jiang Xue must have had a fight with her father, and the general process is that if you disagree, let me take over, and her father will naturally lose the eggplant.

"Have those tiles been pulled out in the past two days?"

"Just one carriage, Ravana, can pull it so fast. Three carts have been pulled out now, which is less than 2,000 tiles. Now there are less than 500 yuan left, which can barely be counted as a cart tomorrow."

Zhang Hai's abacus is also good, anyway, there won't be many tiles produced by the end of the month, so it's better to shake out all the bricks from the first kiln, and use them first when the accounts are settled at the end of the month.

"How many days before the maintenance period for the second batch of stored tiles?"

"There are still four or five days until the second batch of Valas go out, and it will take ten days to go out to Lawa."

Watt output is really a big deal.

"How much is that brick pulled out now?"

Don't look at Wan Feng sitting on a tractor pulling bricks every day, he really doesn't know how many bricks he pulls out now, and he hasn't asked.

"The tractor has pulled out 4,000 bricks for two days, and the carriage has pulled out a total of 7,000 bricks for three days. Now it has pulled out 11,000 bricks."

For the time being, the speed of pulling bricks is okay, but the progress of tiles is still worrying.

"Xiao Dexiang first sent over 300 sets of molds this afternoon."

"Ah! So fast this time?" Wan Feng remembered that it took almost a week for Xiao Dexiang to make the first batch of 200 sets of molds last time.

"He has made it once, so of course he is familiar with it this time."

It makes sense, so now there are 500 sets of tile-making molds, which can produce 500 tiles a day, which is still not easy to do.

"The day after tomorrow, he can still send two hundred sets, so the manpower is a little tight."

Wan Feng suddenly remembered something: "Has my second uncle come to work yet?"

Wan Feng's second uncle is naturally Zhu Ping's second brother-in-law.

"Come and work in my tile workshop."

Just come, don't even think about leaving.