Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

The main job of the carpenters in the brigade is to repair and make carriage sheds, plow sticks and so on. Of course, they also take on some work of boxing and cabinets when they are free.

"I bought a piece of fiberboard. To make such a big small box, how much work do you need to make one?"

Wan Feng measured the size.

Wang He, the son of Wang's father and son, came over: "What size fiberboard, what kind of box will be made?"

"It's that kind of fibreboard. It's a small box that's one foot long, ten centimeters thick, and twenty centimeters high. The specific pattern can only be designed tonight."

Wang He did the math: "It's fifty cents each."

Very fair price.

"Then I will ask the brigade tractor to bring it to me tomorrow. See how many fiberboards you can make, and make as many as you can."

As soon as I said this, I heard Zhang Hai's voice from outside: "Where did Xiao Ji dick go?"

Wan Feng quickly ran out of the carpenter's shop, and saw Zhang Haizheng standing in front of the brigade's office room, looking around blankly.

"Why do you run around blindly? The brigade agreed, and Lao Hong of the radio station also knows. You just go to him."

Wan Feng was very happy, and turned around and ran towards the radio station.

The broadcasting station of the brigade is in the wing room diagonally opposite the supply and marketing cooperative, just beside the gate.

"Brother Feng!"

As soon as Wan Feng ran to the gate, there was a childish voice, and when he turned his face, he saw Xu Meilin holding the door of the brigade gate with one hand, with one finger in his mouth and tilting his head to look at her.

Wan Feng slammed on the brakes and hooked his fingers at her: "Come here!"

Xu Meilin ran over erratically, with two braids dangling behind her head.

"Didn't I tell you not to put your fingers in your mouth ten thousand times? Why can't you think about it?" Wan Feng grabbed Xu Meilin's hand that was sticking out of his mouth and patted the palm of it twice.

"Cluck!"

The intensity of the paralysis became weaker, and he even smiled.

"Have you spent the money you gave last time?"

Xu Meilin reached into her pocket with a small dirty hand, and carefully grabbed a five-cent note: "There are still."

"No one wants it?"

"My mother told her to give it to her, and she saved it for me, but I didn't give it."

"Yes! She was lying to you. If you give it to her, don't even try to get it back. Hold it in your arms when you sleep at night, and I will give you another piece."

Wan Feng took out a handful of money from his pocket and stuffed it into Xu Meilin's pocket.

Xu Meilin smiled like a flower.

"Brother has something to do, I won't play with you anymore, go home."

"Um!"

Watching Xu Meilin's back disappear at the gate of the brigade, Wan Feng took a deep breath and shook his head, then turned and walked into the brigade's broadcasting room.

Lao Hong is the broadcaster of the Jiangwei brigade, and he has been engaged in this job almost all his life. His family and Xu Bin's family have a room together, and they will live directly behind Wan Feng's house in the future.

Lao Hong is in front of the broadcasting station and is debugging the machine. He works every day from 5:00 am to 7:00 am, from 11:00 am to 1:00 pm, and from 5:00 pm to 8:00 pm. The rest of the time he rests.

After Wan Feng entered the house, Lao Hong pointed to a pile of rubbish in the corner and said, "It's all there, the replaced ones and the damaged ones, you can find them yourself."

Wan Feng squatted in the corner and searched sporadically. He first found a few radio boxes to see if the paper cones of the speakers were damaged, and put the undamaged ones aside.

Next came the gramophone.

There are three gramophones scattered here and there, and the equipment in the radio station is all from the county cultural station. It was supposed to be recycled, but I don't know why it wasn't taken away.

Luck is on Wan Feng's side again here.

The Commune Cultural Station had a device replacement not long ago. This kind of phonograph with a speaker on it has been eliminated. The newly replaced phonograph has canceled the curved speaker on the top and changed the way of plugging in the wire, so these are eliminated. One of the equipment that came down was still intact.

After testing, Wan Feng picked out this intact phonograph. What he had to do when he went back was to clean it in all directions, and then it could be used directly.

In the end Wan Feng asked for three records,

There is nothing nice to listen to, they are all folk songs.

This trip can be said to be a rewarding experience.

Zhang Hai directly took Wan Feng to Luan Feng's home.

When Wan Feng entered the room with the phonograph in his arms, Luan Feng was so happy that he rushed out and almost gave him a bear hug.

"Stay away from me, it's all dust, it needs to be cleaned, get the tools out of the sewing machine."

Luan Feng quickly went back to get the tools, stopped working and watched Wan Feng fiddle with the yard. She didn't expect Wan Feng to fiddle with these things, she thought she made money again.

How many times has this been earned, she really wants to count with her fingers.

Wan Feng almost dismantled the phonograph into its parts, and cleaned them one by one with a sewing machine brush, causing the dust to fly.

"Can you still put it back?" Luan Feng asked worriedly.

"Of course it can. If I dare to take it apart, I can put it back on. If you can take it apart but can't put it back on, then you're a loser."

"Hmph! Are you mocking me?"

A strange thing has appeared, and there are still some mistakes.

"Fortunately, you still have self-knowledge. You are the kind of person who can take it apart but can't put it back on."

"Don't be too complacent. I'll tear you down someday."

"Go, you will be ashes if you hide away."

It took about half an hour, and the phonograph was finally cleaned up and sparkling.

Luan Feng's house didn't even have a socket, Wan Feng went to the brick and tile factory to get an old-fashioned black socket and plugged it in.

"The spring water in the frontier is clear and pure, and the songs in the frontier are heart-warming, heart-warming..."

The well-known episode in the movie "Black Triangle" sounded, Luan Feng and Jiang Min clapped together.

Wan Feng didn't have time to enjoy the music, so he took out a piece of paper and laid it on the kang to draw pictures.

Because Wan Feng often wrote and drew on the kang, Luan Feng didn't care.

Wan Feng used the ruler for measuring clothes to draw a front view of about 1 foot long and 20 centimeters in length, a slightly rectangular frame in the middle, and a circle on the left and right sides.

I picked it up and looked around for a long time.

"What are you painting?" Luan Feng finally realized that what Wan Feng painted today seemed to have nothing to do with clothes.

"nice one."

"What is a good thing?"

"I won't tell you! I'm afraid you will go out and talk about it."

Next to the main view, I drew another top view. After thinking about it, it seems that the left and right views are useless, so I didn’t draw it. Finally, I drew a rear view.

It was almost five o'clock in a blink of an eye, and all the workers had left, only Wan Feng, Luan Feng and Jiang Min were left in the room.

"I start school tomorrow, and I won't be able to come another day."

Luan Feng burst into tears, not knowing whether it was true or not: "Then what should I do?"

"What do you mean?"

"What if I miss you?"

"Wow!" Jiang Min, who was working on the sewing machine, let out a wow.

"Can you two go to the back room? You are so sticky, are you going to disgust me to death!" Jiang Min roared.

"**! You've turned bad, really!"

Wan Feng shook his head helplessly, Luan Feng chuckled: "It's just disgusting you!"