Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

　　 He decided to use Xu Jingmin's house as the base for storing the little books.

　　 When the third get out of class was over, Wan Feng found Xu Meilin’s brother Xu Bin in the fourth grade.

　　 Xu Bin and Wan Feng didn't know each other. He was a little surprised to see Wan Feng come to him.

　　 Wanfeng called Xu Bin to the corner of the playground. Xu Bin seemed a little scared.

　　 "Are you Xu Bin?"

　　 Xu Bin nodded and looked at Wanfeng with a puzzled look.

　　 "You know Zhu Xianyu, right?"

　　 Xu Bin looked confused.

　　 "It's the person of the Fruit Tree team who has a good relationship with your dad. He often drinks with your dad."

　　 Grandpa Wanfeng and Xu Bin’s father were a pair of well-known alcoholics. They belonged to the category of alcoholism. In the later period, they all died of cerebral hemorrhage due to drinking.

　　Although they are nearly a dozen years old, they are drinking buddies.

　　 Speaking of this Xu Bin obviously remembered who it was: "You mean Grandpa Zhu?"

　　 "Smart! It's him, he is my grandfather and I am his grandson, do you know who I am this time?"

　　 Xu Bin nodded and then asked suspiciously: "Why are you looking for me?"

　　 "I have something to ask you for help."

　　 Then Wan Feng talked about the idea of ​​putting the little man book in his house.

　　 When I heard that Wanfeng had more than 80 little books, Xu Bin's eyes became straight.

　　 At that time, the temptation of Xiaorenshu to children was not imaginable.

　　 "I put the little man book in your house. People in your family can read it, and children in your grandfather's house can also read it, but it won't work for others, you know?"

　　 Xu Bin’s uncle’s house is next to his house. When Wan Feng lived in Xiaoshutun in his later period, he was the best friend of Xu Bin’s child, Xu Jun.

　　 Xu Bin thought for a while: "My dad doesn't know whether to let it or not?"

　　 "This is not a problem. I will tell your father after school today that you can take me to your house after school in the afternoon."

　　 When school was over at noon, Tan Sheng glared at Wan Feng as soon as he walked out of the classroom.

　　 Wanfeng frowned and glanced at Tan Sheng, and said in his heart, don’t be stunned. When I have a firm foothold in the school, you will be the first one to clean up.

　　 How can you stand up in the school if you don’t pack one or two? If you don’t have one or two, his life as a foreigner in the eyes of others is very difficult.

　　 He has experienced it.

　　Wan Feng quickly noticed the changes in the atmosphere in the classroom when he was going to school in the afternoon. Several students in Wohutun obviously looked at him with hostility.

　　 This is understandable. At noon, Tan Sheng must have connected the people in Wohutun. It is estimated that he wanted to create an atmosphere to isolate himself in the class.

　　 This road is obviously a dead end, I have a little book, what do you use to isolate Lao Tzu?

　　 Xiaorenshu is a good thing. It can make money for Lao Tzu now, and it can sell for collection value in the future.

　　 Around the mid-nineties, the little books gradually disappeared from the market and turned into collectibles, replaced by cartoon comics.

　　 Twenty or thirty years later, these inconspicuous things have a high collection value.

　　 Wanfeng remembers that during the peak period of the collection of small books, the price of a small book was as high as tens of thousands of yuan, and there were even some small books from earlier years that reached more than 100,000 yuan.

　　 The little book in my hand will sell for a high price in the future if I keep it well.

　　 But that's all for the future. If he has spare money in the future, he will collect some small books.

　　 Thinking of collecting little books, Wan Feng's heart suddenly jumped, he thought of a collection.

　　 Today is March 6th, and the 9th day is Sunday.

　　 Wanfeng decided to go to Hongya County on Sunday, and even if he couldn't buy the things he wanted, he would buy some little books.

　　 He now has forty yuan in his hand, which was already a huge sum in the hands of a thirteen-year-old boy in 1980.

　　 He received the first order in the afternoon. The subscriber came from that classmate named Xu Ling. Her family was from Dashutun. Dashutun was on the east side of the school, bordering the Guanghui team of the Huanghui Brigade of the Black Reef Commune.

　　Because she was Wanfeng’s first client at school, Wanfeng gave her a 30% discount, two cents to read three books.

　　 By the end of the afternoon, Wan Feng took orders for more than a dozen books for little people. Although not many, considering that this is only his first day of school, this result is acceptable.

　　 After school in the afternoon, Xu Bin and his sister are waiting for Wanfeng outside the campus.

　　 Luan Feng is also waiting for Wanfeng.

　　 "I want to go to Xiaoshutun to do something, let's go first." Wanfeng asked Luan Feng to go first, and then went down the mountain with Xu Bin's brother and sister.

　　 Xu Meilin was in the first grade of elementary school. She was still a little yellow-haired girl who was blinded by her nose. She took his brother's hand and looked at Wanfeng curiously.

　　 Is this my lover eight years later? Is that the lover who broke up in pain after four years of love? Thinking of this Wanfeng has a very unreal feeling.

　　 In front of Xu Bin's house is the large courtyard where Jiangwei Brigade is located, and the distance is no more than 30 meters.

　　 The Brigade Team Health Office and the Supply and Marketing Cooperative are both in this yard. Wan Feng took Xu Bin and his sister into the Brigade Cooperative.

　　 Wanfeng bought a dime of candy and a bottle of wine.

　　 Fruit candy is twelve yuan per dime. Xu Bin and his sister divided six pieces of candy, which filled Xu Meilin's face with flowers.

　　 Liquor is Yunshan liquor with more than fifty cents. The liquor in 1980 has no colorful packaging on the outside, it is just a bottle with a trademark affixed to it.

　　 Wanfeng took the wine and went to Xu Bin's house. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

　　 Xu Bin's father, Xu Jingmin, was also working in the Fruit Tree team at the time, and he had just returned from the Fruit Tree team.

　　 He was sitting on the kang, sweating and smoking.

　　 Wanfeng entered the door and put the wine on the kang, then introduced himself straight to the door, and then said what he wanted.

　　 "Put the little man book?" Xu Jingmin asked questioningly, he still didn't understand what Wan Feng meant.

"I have a total of more than 80 little books. These books are intended to be rented out to school students, but they cannot be brought to the school so that the teacher will find out that they will be confiscated. But they are too far away from the school when they are placed at my grandfather's house. Students like Dashutun, Zhou’s and Crouching Tigers can go to the Wahou team if they want to see it. The journey is a little farther away. Xiaoshutun is at the center of the entire brigade, and the distance from here to any team is almost the same, so I I just want to put the book in your house, and I can pick it up when the time comes."

　　 Xu Jingmin finally understood, but still cautiously asked: "Will the school come to my house?"

"No, I will not bring the students to your house. They will wait for me in the yard of the brigade. It has nothing to do with your home when I come here to get the book. And I will give you a commission. I can rent a book. Give you a 10% share."

　　 Assuming that Wanfeng earns 50 cents a day from renting out the small people book, Xu Jingmin will get 5 cents a day. This is not a crude extra small income in the rural areas in 1980.

　　 A box of matches costs two cents a box, large grains of salt is five cents a catty, and a handshake or economy brand cigarettes is less than a dime.

　　 Five cents can buy a lot of things.

　　 After thinking about it, Xu Jingmin seemed to agree to Wanfeng’s request without any problems, and found an empty wooden box for Wanfeng.

　　 Wanfeng went to buy a lock, and this box was filled with all his serial artists.