Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

What was originally a crime that might have been bloody turned into a happy ending, and Xia Qiulong admired Wan Feng completely.

"Brother! Brother, I admire your ability to deal with things. It's really unexpected that such a thing will end up like this."

This does not seem to be something worthy of admiration. In Xia Qiulong's eyes, it is a great thing, but in Wan Feng's eyes, it is just a normal operation.

"Brother, the two sentences of "harmony is precious" and "harmony makes money" are the precious heritage left by our ancestors. These are not just a few words. The truth contained in them is enough for us to enjoy for a lifetime. When we encounter things in the future, we will have more heads Turn a few corners to think about it, analyze it from other angles, and gradually you will find that many things are not what you originally imagined, and there may be several ways to deal with them, and several possible occurrences In the end, each processing method may lead to one of the results. In this way, you have room to choose among multiple processing methods, and choosing one of the most reasonable processing methods will produce the most reasonable result."

Wan Feng paused for a moment and sighed: "But because many people can't see this layer, they choose an extreme path, and it ends up being a dead end."

These words made Xia Qiulong stunned for a moment, with a look of admiration on his face: "Brother, listen to you, and when you encounter things in the future, you will think about it in many ways."

There are many choices for many things in the world, except for a few, but most people don't see this level, but they just got into a dead end, and they often lead to catastrophe because of a little trivial matter.

This is a common problem of human beings.

The two gossiped and returned to Xia Qiulong's house half an hour later.

"Where did you go before you came back? Sister He has been waiting here for a long time. She asked for leave."

Mrs. Xia has already returned. Judging from her beaming expression, she probably has the sewing machine. The Sister He she is talking about is probably the owner of the sewing machine.

"This is Sister He. She has a bee brand sewing machine to sell. Let's talk about it."

Sister He in Xinli's mouth looks about thirty, a little sallow and thin, and seems to be a little depressed mentally.

It stands to reason that workers in textile factories like her are hundreds of times better than farmers even if their wages are a little lower. Even farmers who can at least guarantee food and clothing now are not as pale and emaciated like her.

"I call Xia Qiulong Big Brother, and Sister Xinli Sister-in-law, so I'll call you Sister He from this point of view.

Sister He, do you have any objections? "

It's better to figure out the seniority first, lest he, a thirteen-year-old boy, call someone a sister and be scolded for having no tutor.

"No problem, Sister Xinli said about your relationship." Sister He's voice was very thin and she couldn't concentrate, so she might not be able to hear clearly.

"Since your sewing machine is for sale, I would like to ask in what year did you buy your sewing machine?"

Sister He was silent for a while: "I bought it last winter. I remember it was snowing when I bought it."

If it is less than two years, it will be considered as a year and a half, and the minimum is probably 80% new.

"How much do you want to sell it for?"

"This machine cost 125 yuan when I bought it, is it okay to sell it for 90 yuan now?" Sister He's voice sounded very strained.

Why do you still ask the buyer for the price?

"I want to see the quality of your sewing machine before deciding on the price."

"Can."

Sister He's home is not too far from here, this area is the family area of ​​the textile printing and dyeing factory.

Wan Feng followed Xin Li and Sister He through several alleys and finally walked along a narrow alley to a courtyard gate.

Sister He's house was relatively dark, and Wan Feng took a deep breath as soon as he walked into the house.

Sister He’s home can be described as a house with bare walls. Except for a large cabinet with peeling paint on the north side of the main house, there is only the sewing machine behind the door. The only thing in her house is the wall above the large cabinet. on the photo frame.

On the kang, a man in his forties was lying on the kang with gloomy eyes, his eyes staring blankly at the roof, and he didn't even glance at the people who came in.

There was also a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl standing timidly in front of the kang, looking at Wan Feng and the others.

"Hello, Aunt Xin and Uncle Xia." The girl obviously knew Xia Qiulong and his wife, and said hello in a weak voice.

At a glance, Wan Feng felt a little heavy in his heart. This should be an unfortunate family.

"Sister-in-law, this is Sister He's house"

Xin Li's face was very solemn: "Sister He's lover works in a diesel engine factory. She suffered a work injury and broke her legs when she was working last spring. Now she can only lie on the kang and can't do anything, and she is still sick. Pointing to Sister He who lives on more than 30 yuan a month and has three children, hey, where did your little one go?"

Sister He shook her head palely: "Maybe she ran out to play."

Seeing all this, Wan Feng basically knew why Sister He wanted to sell sewing machines, probably because she was going to get stuck and sold two cash for emergency.

Wan Feng didn't look at the sewing machine, but walked to the photo frame.

At that time, almost every family had such a photo frame with photos pasted inside, and the photos inside recorded the family's past voices and smiles.

The photo frames of Sister He’s house are almost all photos of her family. There are youth souvenirs with braids and badges when she was young, and sweet memories of being shoulder to shoulder with a handsome guy, until they each hugged a little boy behind his back. Standing a family portrait of a young girl.

It can be determined that the family was happy and happy before the male owner of the family was injured, but an accident ruined it all.

Wan Feng looked away from the photo frame and landed on the girl who seemed very timid.

The girl was wearing a patched dress, and it was the first time she had seen people wearing patches like this in the city, especially the eldest girl Wan Feng.

"Sister He, is this your daughter?"

Sister He nodded mechanically.

"How old are you, aren't you going to school?"

"Sixteen, I didn't read it last summer." Xin Li took over from the side.

"no job?"

"Unemployed."

Unemployed youth was not a new term in the 1980s. As a large number of young people who had been sent to the countryside returned to the city, a considerable proportion of young people had added the word unemployed.

Wan Feng didn't ask her why she didn't take over from her father.

From the photo frame just now, he has seen that there are two boys in this family, and the eldest is probably around 13 or 14. Obviously, the successor quota of this family will not fall to girls.

Wan Feng frowned and thought for a while.

"What do you know? Can you sew clothes?" Wan Feng asked Sister He's daughter.

"Yes." The girl's voice was softer than her mother's.

"Given you a piece of cut fabric, can you make a garment?"

The girl nodded, and added in a low voice: "I can also cut clothes."

Still cropping?

This was a pleasant surprise.

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