Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

Xiao Jun sat on his back against a tree, held a comic book in his hand and held it high, his right leg was pressed against his left leg and his legs were crossed, his feet were shaking like a convulsion.

It seems that I am in a good mood.

This guy was probably fascinated by it, and he didn't even notice that Wan Feng walked beside him.

"The ants are all in the pants."

"Ah!" Xiao Jun screamed, throwing away the comic book in his hand.

"You look like a bear, such a big person is afraid of ants, can you do it?"

"I'm so afraid of ants, you kid just use this to scare me."

"How many times have you been bitten by ants in an hour?"

"That's not true, but I don't know what's going on, but I tremble all over when I see ants."

"That's good. The other day I introduced you to our team's second donkey. He also trembles every day. The two of you will definitely pee in the same pot."

"Is he also afraid of ants?"

"No, his cerebral thrombosis makes everyone tremble."

"Go, brain thrombosis, what are you talking about. Why are you here today if it's not a market?"

Wan Feng sat down on a flat stone next to Xiao Jun: "Do something at the clothing store of the supply and marketing cooperative."

Xiao Jun seemed to have suddenly remembered something, and a mysterious smile appeared on his face. The content of the smile was a bit complicated, including lewdness.

Did he take the wrong medicine or did he pee on the bed last night?

Xiao Jun lowered his voice, mysteriously like a secret agent: "I heard that the beautiful girl who learned how to make clothes in the clothing department of the supply and marketing cooperative a few days ago is your wife?"

Fuck, this news has spread to Gushan?

"Don't talk nonsense, we are a pure male-female relationship." Wan Feng refuted the rumors solemnly.

"Go away, no one will snatch it from you."

"Think about something serious, okay? I know you're just beginning to fall in love, but you can't think about it all the time, can you?"

"Who ever thinks about this,

I'm like your dog looking for a partner when he's older. "

Wan Feng quickly changed the subject: "It's useful to talk about it, so Qi Guangli hasn't been here again, has he?"

"No, I haven't been here since the last time I left."

"Where's his cousin?"

"He came here before, didn't you give him two dollars that time? He sent it back again, a hundred to ten thousand small! He said it cost more than 80 cents, and he read all the books on the stall. By the way, I still I bought some new books, what do you think?"

Children are shameless, and they might forget about it after going home to sleep after the war here.

Only then did Wan Feng notice that there were some new books on the bookstall, Sanchakou? Fishing and killing? Liu Hai chopping firewood?

What the hell are you buying? Who do you expect to rent opera books to, and they are still in the movie version, no wonder they are all left on the bookstall.

"Oh, let me go, you bought such a book too? Are you confused by eating corn porridge?"

Xiao Jun looked confused: "What's the matter, aren't these all books?"

"I said brother, can you have some snacks? You just don't know how to buy books, at least you should take a look at what I bought back then?"

"Look, the ones you bought are all for war and spying."

"Then you won't buy according to the type of books I buy, aren't you just buying blindly!"

Xiao Jun stretched out his hand and scratched his head: "The book seller told me that department stores welcome hundreds of customers, and that they have all kinds of books."

"Fart! Do you believe in selling books? They push them to you because they have a backlog and can't sell them. If someone sees this kind of book, I walk with my head down and my feet up!"

As soon as Wan Feng finished speaking, a thunderous sound came from his ear.

"Huh? There are also book rentals here, wow! There is also Sanchakou! There are also fishing and killing families!"

Wan Feng only felt that the sky was spinning, the wind was blowing, and there was a feeling of bad luck.

Paralyzed, isn't this a slap in the face? This face slap is too fast!

Then the two adults squatted on the bookstall: "How much is a book?"

Just as Xiao Jun was about to speak, Wan Feng spoke up: "Books on operas cost two cents a book."

Xiao Jun's eyeballs were about to pop out, and he said in his heart that someone asked him about the book he bought, and this product still stirred up muddy waters.

Wan Feng was complacent, but if he wanted to slap Lao Tzu in the face, he would have to pay double the money.

The two grown-ups didn't mind at all, and flipped two two-cent coins over, each of them took one and shook their heads aside.

Xiao Jun was dumbfounded, it's okay!

As soon as he turned his face, he let out a Pan Jinlian-like laugh: "Brother, a person has two skins, and he can speak well. I have never seen a person walking with his head when I grow up. What kind of scenery is that?"

You don't want to see any kind of scenery.

Wan Feng raised his head to look at Tian Baoxiang's solemnity, and suddenly stretched out his hand to point to the sky: "There is a flying saucer!"

He had used this trick on Zhang Xiangping before, and it worked well.

Since it's easy to use, I don't mind using it a few times.

Like Zhang Xiangping back then, Xiao Jun didn't know what the flying saucer was, and looked up at the sky blankly.

The sky was clear and clear, not to mention that the flying saucer didn't even have bird droppings.

"Where is the flying saucer?" Xiao Jun asked while looking at the place where Wan Feng was sitting just now. There was only one stone there.

Not to mention that there are no flying saucers, even Wan Feng is gone.

The bastard is gone!

Taking advantage of Xiao Jun's efforts to find the flying saucer, Wan Feng ran into the car repair shop not far from here.

Every time I saw Master Han Wanfeng, I thought he was doing meditation luck, and he sat upright.

"Master Han, I'm here to see you."

I don't have anything else, but I have a pack of cigarettes on my body, 19 cents of Albanian cigarettes, which are said to be very difficult to smoke but beautiful.

Master Han was also very happy to see Wan Feng, this kid never came empty-handed.

"Master Han, do you have any of those old wheels here that can be used?"

Master Han looked at Wan Feng strangely: "Your bicycle is broken?"

"No, I want to find two wheels to make a wheelchair. I have a relative with two broken legs."

"Wheelchair? Are you talking about a hand-cranked bicycle?" Master Han obviously didn't know what a wheelchair was. At that time, there were only hand-cranked bicycles specially prepared for people with lower body disabilities.

Wan Feng shook his head: "It's either a hand crank or a wheelchair."

In 1980, the wheelchair did not appear in mainland China. It appeared in the summer of 1983, and it was produced by a joint venture.

Wan Feng didn't have the patience to wait until 1983, and even if he could, he couldn't afford it, so he might as well build one himself.

So Wan Feng asked for a piece of paper and drew a three-view drawing from memory.

It's a pity that I didn't study mechanical drawing well when I was in high school, and now I can only do so.

Wan Feng's three-view drawing is sloppy, but Master Han is not sloppy at all. He took Wan Feng's drawing and looked at it for a long time, then looked at Wan Feng in surprise.

"You kid is really not simple, how did you come up with it?"

Wan Feng thought in his heart that I did not come up with this, it can only be regarded as plagiarism.

"Just thinking about it, Mr. Han, do the math, how much it would cost to make such a thing."

"This thing relies on the hand to output power, and the speed is definitely not fast. The requirements for the wheel are not high, and it can be used if it is just enough. I really have such a replaced old wheel here, and then welded a frame, and put two small guide wheels in front. It shouldn’t cost much.”

Wan Feng was convinced.

To design and weld the car frame, Xiao Dexiang had to be found. Wan Feng came to Gushan Machinery Factory with his crooked drawings.

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