Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

Luan Feng stuck out her tongue in embarrassment, but she didn't play along.

If she went sideways, she wouldn't be Luan Feng, she was busy helping more and more.

Jiang Min was already lying on the sewing machine and his body was twitching as if he was about to die.

With Luan Feng's busy work, it took five minutes to finally put this dress on.

In five minutes of numbness, I can sew a pair of pants.

Wan Feng seriously suspected that Luan Feng got rich by wearing clothes.

As soon as she put on the clothes, Luan Feng was stunned, and Jiang Min stopped smiling.

Wan Feng is now nearly 1.5 meters tall, which is not considered tall.

It stands to reason that a man of this height will not look good in any clothes.

But Wan Feng's shoulders were wide enough to hold up the clothes. The clothes were tailor-made for him and were not too bulky. Instead, they looked like a tight-fitting jacket. Therefore, when he put them on, he transformed into a handsome young man.

Luan Feng couldn't even blink her eyes, she stared at Wan Feng blankly and blushed.

Wan Feng was afraid that she would drool, so he quickly stretched out his hand and shook it in front of her a few times.

He knew that their behavior was mainly due to the shock of this strange dress they had never seen before, but it had nothing to do with him.

"Wow! I didn't expect that the clothes would have such an effect when I put them on. It's so beautiful." Luan Feng, who had woken up, jumped and cheered.

"I also think it's pretty." Jiang Min also praised it sincerely.

It always feels very awkward for a man to be described as good-looking.

"Remember to describe a man as handsome! You can't use good-looking. Good-looking and beautiful are used to describe women."

Jiang Min also ran out from behind the sewing machine and walked around Wan Feng with Luan Feng, making sentences with the half-baked handsome character.

"It's a mess, it's decayed."

Wan Feng was so angry that Luan Feng, who was so handsome, could pronounce it badly. Her Chinese teacher must be teaching music or physical education.

After the two women had finished looking at him, Wan Feng took off his jacket.

"Actually, this dress looks good on women, it can bring a kind of wild beauty, but Jiang Min is not suitable for wearing Luan Feng."

Luan Feng could stretch out her wings when she heard that, "I'll try, I'll try."

The premise for a woman to wear a jacket is that she must have a tall figure to wear it with charm. If a woman with a short figure stays away from the jacket, she will not suffer at all. Unless it is a tight-fitting jacket, she must wear it like a jar.

Fortunately, Luan Feng has such a figure, but Luan Feng can't bear to see it when she puts on Wanfeng. She is wild, and this jacket adds a bit of wildness out of thin air. She looks like a tomboy who wants to go to heaven. Insert two fans under the nest and it will probably be able to fly.

"I'll try too."

Jiang Min finally couldn't bear it any longer, and put it on for a while.

It's also strange that the clothes immediately changed into a different look as soon as they were put on her, with a bit of a ladylike temperament and a bit of a young girl's waywardness.

If Luan Feng wears it like a tomboy, then Jiang Min becomes a slightly self-willed lady.

Wan Feng also saw a bit of the demeanor of an international supermodel from Jiang Min?

Is this product a natural model material?

That's a bad time to be born. It will take several years at least for models to appear, and she will probably be in her twenties by then, so it doesn't seem too late.

"Miss Min also looks good in clothes." Luan Feng clapped her hands aside.

"It's just that there is something wrong with this dress. The left and right fronts are equally large. How do you order the buttons? Do you wear them open?" Jiang Min stretched the two skirts and said to himself.

"The jacket doesn't have buttons in heaven. It has zippers. You'll know when I go to the store to buy some zippers tomorrow and put them on."

Isn't it an international joke to button your jacket?

Luan Feng and Jiang Min glanced at each other, they both made clothes, of course they knew about zippers.

"You can go buy it tomorrow, and wear this when you go to my sister's house the day after tomorrow. I guarantee it will last all the way."

"Handsome! Not bad!" Wan Feng roared.

Paralyzed all the way? Can this still pass?

"Aren't they all the same?"

"Handsome is four voices,

How can it be the same as bad, follow me, bad, handsome... You should say I look good. "

There is no cure, and children cannot be taught.

Wan Feng went out angrily, took a broken bag from the bicycle rack and carried it into the house, and took out three charcoal irons from it.

The iron is poured out of cast iron molds.

To Wan Feng's surprise, Xiao Dexiang and the others poured out three ingot-shaped irons. There was a half-foot-long handle left at one end of the ingot, and the bottom seemed to be planed out very smooth with a planer.

Wan Feng chuckled, Gushan Machinery Factory is quite interesting, and the ten yuan is not a loss at all.

"Where did it come from?" Luan Feng and Jiang Min were very pleasantly surprised, each holding a big ingot, which was much better than putting charcoal on the small shovel they used.

"I picked it up by the river."

"Nonsense!"

"It's good this time, save ironing the clothes and change the fire later."

The biggest disadvantage of the charcoal fire iron is that the heat cannot be collected at the bottom when it floats up, so the fire needs to be changed frequently. The small shovel-shaped thing that Luan Feng used to use is the oldest thing. A piece of clothing is not good until the heat has been ironed.

This time, the three ingot irons still have covers on them, so the heat will not be lost too quickly no matter how they are used.

Only when two girls who didn't know the team walked into Luan Feng's room did Wan Feng realize that it was getting dark outside.

…

The countryside in the summer of 1980 was really meaningless if there were no movies. There was no TV, no computer, no mobile phone. Every family was silent and boring except for the radio box hanging under the ceiling of the house to make a little sound.

It is as simple and pure as a black and white world without color.

Elderly people can squat on the top of the kang and listen to the radio box above their heads while smoking a pipe, listening to the news, radio dramas, songs released on records, and various brigade announcements of different lengths.

Just like grandpa who finished dinner at this time.

In Wan Feng's eyes, this is a black-and-white photo, which is far away, simple and nostalgic, but more of a touch.

Wan Feng lay on the beach and looked at the sky full of stars, with ripples in his heart.

Although I am in this world now, I always feel that I am separated from this world.

He is like a photographer who takes black and white photos, looking at the scenery in the lens, which is both real and illusory.

In the depths of memory, some relatives and friends from the previous life emerged one by one from the depths of his mind, and passed before his eyes like black and white photos. Some made him smile, some made him hate, and some made him cry.

Until the shadow of a woman emerged.

This average-looking woman is Wan Feng's wife in the previous life, a woman with a strong heart, a woman who will go to the black as long as she finds a way.

A woman whom Wan Feng had no feelings for even though he had lived with her for more than twenty years.

Although this woman has a good heart and is very kind to Wan Feng's parents and there is nothing messy about it, Wan Feng doesn't want to have any interaction with her in this life.

There is nothing worthy of his nostalgia for a woman who never listens to a man and insists on going her own way.

The photo of this woman floated in front of Wan Feng's eyes, and another photo slowly emerged.

This is a five or six-year-old child, holding an apple in his hand and crying loudly...